Barb told me to hold on and I listened to the muffled sounds of her searching the empty apartment. I was going to kill Jung. I was going to skewer him and roast him over a roaring fire pit. I was going to shave him bald, slather him in honey, and deposit him in the middle of a swarm of angry bees.

“Found it. Guess where?”

“I don’t care. Read it.”

“It was in the kitchen, taped to a box of Pop-Tarts.”

“Barb!”

“I’m reading. I’m reading. It says, ‘I’m no coward. I don’t need anyone to fight my battles. Killers always go back to where it all started. I’ll be waiting. And thanks for the air mattress. It rocked. Where’d you buy it? Never mind, I’ll find one.’” Barb started to chuckle. “I’m sorry. This isn’t funny.” She cleared her throat, started again. “He signed it, ‘Jung Byson.’”

I started the car, squealed away from the curb. Back to where it all started. That meant the marina. “Barb, call Ben. Tell him I’m going to the marina. Jung’s there.” And I hoped to God he was alone.

I slid into the marina lot, but didn’t see Jung anywhere. There was no one in the small lot, on the footpaths, or on the boats moored in the slips. I looked around for a shock of blond hair attached to a lanky, clueless body, but came up empty. Cap’s office was dark, the blinds drawn. There was a storm coming and the sky was darkening fast, but that did little to cool things off. It was sticky and buggy and there wasn’t a single breeze anywhere. The rank smell of fish and algae spread like a miasma along the water’s edge. I was alone, and, apparently, the only one misguided enough to skulk around a marina in weather like this.

Was Spada here? Not if he was smart, and he’d been smart up until now. He had to know he’d have no hope of getting away by boat. CPD had a marine unit, and if by some chance he managed to get beyond their jurisdiction, there was the US Coast Guard to contend with. Unless he wasn’t planning on getting away; unless he intended to end things right here in the slips . . . and take Jung with him? I headed toward the boats on high alert. Jung had promised he’d stay put and he’d broken that promise. I understood why. I’d have likely done the same. But that didn’t mean we weren’t going to discuss it.