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Author: Harlan Coben

“Mostly repossession. He did a little subpoena work too.”

“What else?’

She said nothing.

“There was stuff in his car. We found a long-range camera and a pair of binoculars.”

“So?”

“So was he doing surveillance?”

She looked at him. There were tears in her eyes. “You think he was killed on the job?”

“It’s a logical assumption, but I won’t know for certain until you tell me what he was doing.”

Indira looked away. She began to rock in the chair.

“Was he working a job the night before last?”

“Yes.”

More silence.

“What was he doing, Indira?”

“I can’t say.”

“Why not?”

“I have clients. They have rights. You know the drill, Stu.”

“You’re not a lawyer.”

“No, but I can work for one.”

“Are you saying this case was attorney work product?”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“You want to take another look at that photograph?”

She almost smiled. “You think that will make me talk?” But Indira did take another look. “I don’t see any blood,” she said.

“There wasn’t any.”

“He wasn’t shot?”

“Nope. No gun, no knife.”

She looked confused. “How was he killed?”

“I don’t know yet. He’s on the table. But I have a guess, if you want to hear it?”

She didn’t. But she nodded slowly.

“He suffocated.”

“You mean like he was garroted?”

“Doubtful. There are no ligature marks on the neck.”

She frowned. “Rocky was huge. He was strong as an ox. It had to be poison, something like that.”

“I don’t think so. The M.E. said there was substantial damage to the larynx.”

She looked confused.

“In other words, his throat was crushed like an eggshell.”

“You mean he was strangled by hand?”

“We don’t know.”

“He was too strong for that,” she said again.

“Who was he following?” Perlmutter asked.

“Let me make a call. You can wait in the hall.”

He did. The wait was not long.

When Indira came out, her voice was clipped. “I can’t speak to you,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Attorney’s orders?”

“I can’t speak to you.”

“I’ll be back. I’ll get a warrant.”

“Good luck,” she said, turning away. And Perlmutter thought that maybe she meant it.

chapter 27

Grace and Scott Duncan headed back to the Photomat. Her heart sank when they entered and she saw no Fuzz Pellet.

Assistant Manager Bruce was there. He puffed out his chest. When Scott Duncan flashed his badge, the chest deflated. “Josh is out on lunch break,” he said.

“Do you know where?”

“He usually goes to the Taco Bell. It’s right down the block.”

Grace knew it. She hurried out first, afraid to lose his scent again. Scott Duncan followed. As soon as she entered the Taco Bell, the fragrance of lard rising up to assault her, she spotted Josh.

Equally important, Josh spotted her. His eyes widened.

Scott Duncan stood at her side. “That him?”

Grace nodded.

Fuzz Pellet Josh sat alone. His head was tilted down, his hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His expression—and Grace guessed that he only had this one—was sullen. He bit into the taco as if it insulted his favorite grunge group. The earphones were jammed into place. The cord fell into the sour cream. Grace hated to sound like an old biddy, but having this kind of music plugged directly into the brain all day could not be good for a person. Grace enjoyed music. When she was alone, she would turn the music up, sing along, dance, whatever. So it wasn’t the music or even the volume. But what did it do to the mental health of a young mind to have music, probably angry and harsh, pounding in the ears all the time? An aural confinement, solitary walls of sound, to paraphrase Elton John, inescapable. No life noises let in. No talking. An artificial soundtrack to your life.

It could not be healthy.

Josh lowered his head, pretending he didn’t see them. She watched him as they approached. He was so young. He looked pitiful, sitting there alone like that. She thought about his hopes and dreams and how he already looked set on the road of life-long disappointments. She thought about Josh’s mother, about how she must have tried and how she must worry. She thought about her own son, her little Max, and about how she’d handle it if he started slipping in this direction.

She and Scott Duncan stopped in front of Josh’s table. He took another bite and then slowly looked up. The music coming from his earphones was so loud that Grace could actually make out the lyrics. Something about bitches and ho’s. Scott Duncan took the lead. She let him.

“Do you recognize this lady?” Scott asked.

Josh shrugged. He lowered the volume.

“Take those off,” Scott said. “Now.”

He did as he was told, but he took his time.

“I asked you if you recognized this lady.”

Josh glanced in her direction. “Yeah, I guess.”

“How do you know her?”

“From where I work.”

“You work at the Photomat, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“And Ms. Lawson here. She’s a customer.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Do you remember the last time she was in the store?”

“No.”

“Think.”

He shrugged.

“Does two days ago sound about right?”

Another shrug. “Could be.”

Scott Duncan had the envelope from the Photomat. “You developed this roll of film, correct?”

“You say so.”

“No, I’m asking you. Look at the envelope.”

He did. Grace stayed still. Josh had not asked Scott Duncan who he was. He had not asked them what they wanted. She wondered about that.

“Yeah, I developed that roll.”

Duncan took out the photograph with his sister in it. He put it on the table. “Did you put this picture in Ms. Lawson’s packet?”

“No,” Josh said.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Grace waited a beat. She knew that he was lying. She spoke for the first time. “How do you know?” she asked.

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