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Author: Harlan Coben

The second thought—the more dominant thought—was, well, Harry. She thought about that sweet, comforting smile, his simple honesty—and then she thought about him being tortured to death.

Third thought—one she couldn’t shake—was the simplest of all: It was her fault.

She cleared her throat. “Where did you find him?”

Broome took a second on this one. “In his office. He was found first thing this morning.”

“So wait, when I stopped by his office and the door was locked…”

“We can’t say for certain, but he was probably already dead.”

Megan met his eye. Broome turned away. Her fault, yes, but now she could see that Broome felt guilty too. Megan had come to him last night. She had warned him that Harry Sutton might be in trouble. He hadn’t really listened.

“Interesting,” Broome said.

“What is?”

“How you knew something was wrong.”

Whoa. So much for the guilt theory. Megan took a step back. “Hold up a second. You don’t think—”

“No,” he said quickly, but she wasn’t sure whether she believed him or not. “That’s not what I’m getting at. I’m just wondering what made you so suspicious?”

“He didn’t show up at the diner, for one.”

“Yeah, okay, but that wasn’t the only thing, was it? You said something about the receptionist answering the phone?”

“Right,” Megan said. “You know Harry’s operation.”

“Threadbare.”

“Right. He didn’t have a receptionist, especially one who’d answer his cell phone. And her voice, that cheery tone—it just gave me the creeps.”

“So somehow a woman is involved in this.”

“I guess.”

“Okay,” Broome said, “so let’s go through this step by step. We know that Harry spoke to you on the phone.”

“Right. He said you wanted to show me that photograph.”

“Okay, then he was supposed to meet us. He never showed and never called to cancel. So for the moment we can assume that sometime between the time you called Harry and the time he was supposed to leave for the diner, someone grabbed him.”

“You said he was found in his office,” Megan said.

“Yes.”

“So whoever did this probably grabbed Harry there.”

Broome nodded. “Makes sense. So go back a second. When Harry called you, where were you?”

“What difference does that make?”

“Humor me.”

She didn’t like it, but if it could help find Harry’s killer, she was willing to play along. “At La Crème.”

“Why?”

“I was visiting old friends.”

Broome frowned. “Who?”

She shook her head. “It’s not important.”

“Like hell it’s not.”

Megan wouldn’t tell him about Ray, but then again he hadn’t been at La Crème anyway. “You know Lorraine.”

“Right. Who else?”

“That’s it.”

He looked doubtful. “Okay, so you were at La Crème. Did you learn anything?”

“No.”

“And how about after the diner? Where did you go then?”

“I went to a bar called the Weak Signal.”

“Why?”

She hated to lie, but she knew that this was not the way to go. “It was an old haunt of mine, okay? I was just taking a tour of my past. What’s the difference?”

“And you were there when you called Harry and that receptionist answered?”

“Yes.”

Broome rubbed his chin. “Tell me again about the receptionist. Leave nothing out.”

Megan recounted the phone conversation again. She explained how the woman on the phone sounded young, how she tried to get Megan to give her real name and address. Broome raised his eyebrow at that.

“What?”

“I don’t know if I want to scare you,” Broome said.

“Lying scares me,” she said, which was both true and ironic. “What?”

“Well, think about it. Harry was tortured. Maybe someone did that for kicks, but more likely, there was a purpose to it.”

“Like what?”

“Like trying to get information from him. Maybe they got the information before he died, I don’t know. But they took his phone, right?”

“I guess.”

“And then you call and what does this woman do? She pretends to be a receptionist to solicit information about you. She wants to know your name and where you live.”

Megan felt a fresh spike of fear. “You think, what, they’re after me?”

“Could be.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, but think about it. After seventeen years, you show up in town. On that same day, Harry gets tortured, and then this woman who stole his phone tries to get you to give her your name.” Broome shrugged. “I think it’s worth considering.”

“And if these torturers have his phone, they have my number in the call log.”

“Yes.”

“How hard will it be for them to track me down?”

“You know the answer to that.”

She did. Everyone did. It would be ridiculously easy. Megan shook her head. She had thought that she could simply pop down to Atlantic City and escape it again.

“My God,” she said. “What have I done?”

“I need you to focus with me for a few more minutes, okay?”

She nodded numbly.

“After the phone call, you went to Harry’s office, right? Before you came to see me.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to creep you out any more than I already have, but think about the timeline for a second.”

“Are you saying they could have been torturing Harry while I knocked on the door?”

“It’s possible.”

She shivered anew.

“But what I need you to do right now is tell me everything about the visit to Harry’s office. Leave nothing out. It was late by then. Most of the offices were closed down for the night. So the most important question is who did you see?”

She closed her eyes and tried to think. “There was a janitor by the stairwell.”

“What did he look like?”

“Tall, skinny, long hair.”

Broome nodded. “Okay, that’s the regular janitor. Anyone else?”

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