![]() What I heard on my radio on my way over was that some civilian had called in a potential suicide bomber. You find the killer.”īrewer hovered his thumb over the touch screen on his phone.īefore he made the call, Otto said, “And I want to know what happened to bring out the cavalry at our hotel tonight. “You could get your FBI whiz kids to find Pauling by pinging her phone.” “Chances of that are pretty slim,” Gaspar said.īrewer nodded. “I’ve got to make the call to start getting this homicide processed. But there’s nothing I can do about it.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Gaspar said, “You’re not a lot of help, Brewer.” “Do you have her address in Palm Beach?”īrewer shook his head again. “I guess we’d better find Pauling before the guy who killed Peck finds her first,” Otto said. “I don’t see any obvious prints on that knife. Which is what he probably did,” Otto said. “Unless he destroyed the phone and disposed of it already. ![]() “The killer took Peck’s phone,” Brewer said. ![]() But they heard no ringing from Peck’s pockets or inside the vault. It rang several times, and Peck’s voice mail picked up. The doorman gave me a cell phone number for Peck this afternoon.” Gaspar pulled Peck’s business card from his pocket and dialed the number. Otherwise, he’d have killed him immediately without bothering to carve him up first.” “The killer must have been trying to get some information from the guy or something. But he’s got several more superficial cuts around his face and hands,” Otto said. “Looks like most of the blood came from the deep cut across his throat. “So it’s a military guy? A Marine?” Brewer asked. “Not the kind of thing an ordinary street punk would be swinging around at more than seven hundred dollars to buy,” Gaspar said. A knife, presumably the murder weapon, lay open and partially covered by the darkening goop. Otto squatted down near the body, careful to avoid the congealing blood. What happened to it?”īrewer shook his head. ![]() “And it would take time to move all of that paper. This guy some kind of wacky survivalist or something?” “That’s a lot of bulk cash to have lying around. Gaspar’s eyebrows arched higher than usual. “Who’d you hear that from? Pauling?” Otto asked.īrewer leaned his head toward the body. “But I heard it was something around the neighborhood of nine million dollars.” And everyone involved tried to hush the situation up as soon as the money was found.” Brewer cleared his throat. “This is where the money was found after the foreclosure, you said. “We can argue about this later.” Otto held up a gloved hand. “You’re starting to piss me off, Brewer.” “Which is why you brought us here,” Gaspar replied. “Thought you might help me out with a solution.” “Yeah, that seems like a problem for you.”īrewer frowned. I’m having trouble coming up with a plausible reason for being here,” Brewer said. “Have you called this in to your homicide desk?” Gaspar asked. He also said Peck hadn’t been answering his phone since then.” Bishop said Peck met with the mystery man who arrived today. No point in checking for a pulse.īrewer said, “This was Simon Peck. Looked like most of his blood was pooled around him on the floor. A single glance was enough to take in the grisly body mutilated by multiple knife wounds. Otto caught the unmistakable scent of early decomposition first. I found out later that Reacher gave Pauling the combination.” Brewer reached up with his gloved index finger and punched 3785 into the keypad mounted on the left.īrewer opened the inner door and reached inside to turn on the light.
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