“Yeah, I thought so, .388,” she said. “And see this ‘L’ stamped here? That tells me it’s an original Lapua Magnum. They were developed specifically for long-range sniping.”

“Can you get any kind of weapon report off of these?” I asked her.

She shrugged one shoulder. “Depends. I’ll look for rifling patterns back at the lab, but I have to tell you ahead of time — these puppies have some pretty tough jackets on them. Striations are going to be minimal.”

“How about first impressions?” I asked. “We’re really in a jam here.”

Jerger took a deep breath. I don’t think she liked speculating. Her job was all about precision.

“Well, outside of equipment failure, I don’t know what the motivation would be for coming off an M110 and using something else.”

She held up another evidence bag and looked at it. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. This is damn fine ammo, but in terms of long-range shooting, the 110’s a Rolls-Royce, and everything else is just… well, everything else.”

“So you think this was a different gunman?” Chief Perkins asked, probably leading her more than he should.

“I’m saying it would be kind of strange if it wasn’t, that’s all. I don’t know the shooter’s motivations. As for the weapon itself, I can tell you that some possibilities are more likely than others.”

“Such as?” I asked.

She rattled them right off. “M24, Remington 700, TRG-42, PGM 338. Those are some of the most common applications, militarily anyway.” Then she looked right at me, with a grim kind of smile on her face. “There’s also the Bor. Ever heard of it?”

“Should I have?” I said.

“Not necessarily,” she said, and continued to stare at me. “Just that it would be a really weird coincidence. The .338 variant on that one’s called an Alex Rifle.”

Chapter 65

KYLE CRAIG WORE a ridiculous grin on his face — on Max Siegel’s face — all the way home to Second Street. He couldn’t help himself. In his entire career and all of its incarnations, he’d never had such a good time as tonight.

Big kudos went to Agent Jerger for picking up on the Alex Rifle reference, and so quickly!

Maybe the Bureau still had a few sharp knives in the drawer after all. These arcane little clues of his had become something of a hallmark, but to actually be there when one of them was discovered? A unique thrill, to say the least. A total blast.

But also just a prelude. This little drama down by the river was the “one” in a one-two punch that nobody was going to see coming — and no one would feel more than Alex when it landed.

Brace yourself, my friend. It’s on the way!