Chapters (57)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- 1 - ANACONDA FURY
- 2 - WILD PARENT
- 3 - NO GOOD DEED REMAINS UNPUNISHED
- 4 - HELLUVA CLIENT
- IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE I
- 5 - IT’S A BIRD . . . IT’S A PLANE ... NO! IT’S SUPERCOUSIN!
- 6 - FIT FOR YOUR HOOF
- 7 - BAD BOY LAMONT??
- 8 - A VERY LATE-NIGHT CALL
- 9 - UNCOVERING HISTORY
- IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE II
- 10 - THE ROAR OF THE HOOF
- 11 - NOTHING LIKE ECHÉZEAU FOR RELAXING
- 12 - MEETING THE HAMMER IN THE TANK
- 13 - A WILD NIGHT AT THE END OF A PIER
- 14 - DREAMS OF OLDEN TIMES
- 15 - OLD TRIAL . . . OR SOMETHING LIKE IT
- 16 - ALITO OFF GUARD
- 17 - THE FRIENDLY MAN FROM MOUNTAIN HAWK
- 18 - DUBIOUS JUDGE, FRIGHTENED WOMAN
- 19 - EXUBERANT COUSIN
- 20 - TRUNK SHOW
- 21 - EVER-MORE-INQUISITIVE COUSIN
- 22 - A SCARY SIDEWALK
- 23 - VISIT A CLIENT . . . AND TALK
- 24 - FIRE IN THE NUNNERY
- 25 - ALPHABET VISITORS FBI, OEM, HS, CPD
- 26 - AND NOW MURRAY
- 27 - IN THE FIRED HOUSE
- 28 - AND FIRE IN THE OLD HOMESTEAD
- 29 - ALL THOSE FRIENDLY GOVERNMENT AGENTS
- 30 - LINE SPINNERS
- 31 - HOME IN TATTERS
- 32 - VANISHING COUSIN
- 33 - LOSING A FOLLOWER
- 34 - THE BOYS IN THE BACK ROOM
- 35 - IN THE HALL OF THE TITANS
- 36 - WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?
- 37 - A BASS RIDE . . . OR WAS IT VILE?
- 38 - CONFESSION IN MYSPACE
- 39 - A DIFFERENT CAR, A NEW CRIB
- 40 - THE SHOEMAKER’S TALE
- 41 - ROUSTING AN UNCLE
- 42 - ROUGHING UP THE UNCLE
- 43 - DEATH OF NOT SUCH A GOOD GUY
- 44 - ESCAPE IN CONTAMINATED LAUNDRY
- 45 - THE GOOD BOOK . . . AND THE BAD BALL
- 46 - DISCOVERY
- 47 - A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT
- 48 - UP AGAINST THE WALL . . . ALL OF YOU!
- 49 - GUILT ALL AROUND
- 50 - THE RATS ATTACK . . . EACH OTHER
- 51 - GABRIELLA’S VOICE RETURNED
“You don’t need to know that,” my uncle said quickly. “It won’t help find her.”
“Petra got into something over her head. Her laptop is missing, so we can’t check the websites she visited. But either she got in with a dangerous crowd on her own or something she was doing for the campaign got her in trouble. Does she have a drug habit I didn’t recognize?”
“No, damn you to hell!”
“Gambling?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter you live in. My girls were brought up to live decent lives. I don’t tolerate the crap that Tony let you get away with. If Petra was kidnapped, it’s because you introduced her to those fucking Anacondas!”
My uncle’s roar brought people out of their cubicles to stare at us. They did a double take at the sight of Brian and began moving their thumbs madly over their handhelds. A small crowd gathered fast, some staffers demanding autographs, others just cheering their boy.
“I’d better say a few words,” Brian muttered to us.
To his team, he flashed his Bobbyesque smile, holding up a hand to acknowledge the applause like a modest major leaguer acknowledging a home run. He gave a quick thank-you to the group for their hard work, a mention of Petra’s disappearance and how worried he knew they all were, an assurance that if a sparrow fell, Brian Krumas would rescue it.
“That’s it, guys. These are a couple of people who are going to help us find Petra.” He ushered Peter and me into a nearby conference room. “I’ll talk to the FBI, of course, but—Vic, is it?—better fill me in on what you know.”
“I think she ran out the back door of my building,” I said. “I’m hoping she ran clean away from the two people she was with, but I can’t imagine where she’s gone. I need to talk to her college roommate—”
“No, you don’t!” Peter screamed. “You need to stay the fuck away from this—far, far away from this—and let George handle it.”
“Peter, we’re all upset, but—”
“You’re not just useless, you’re dangerous!” my uncle shouted. “George knows more than any detective I’ve ever heard of, private or public, including the FBI. He’ll find Petra without letting it get messy. If you look for her, chances are she’ll burn to death in front of your eyes.”