“You could. It won’t get you anywhere. But you could.”

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Plus, politico though he might appear, Myron was taking a shine to Neil Huber. Why not be honest if you can?

“I’m the one who rescued Patrick.”

“Come again?”

“In London. Like I said, it’s a long story. My friend is Rhys Baldwin’s cousin. He got a tip on his whereabouts. We tracked him down.”

“Whoa.”

“Yes.”

“You said it was a long story.”

“Right.”

“Maybe you should tell it to me.”

Myron gave him as much as he could without incriminating or even mentioning Win by name. Still, Neil Huber wasn’t an idiot. It wouldn’t be difficult to find out who Rhys’s cousin was. But so what?

When he finished, Neil said, “Holy crap.”

“Yeah.”

“So I still don’t get why you’re here.”

“I’m looking into the case again.”

“I thought you became a sports agent or something.”

“It’s complicated.”

“I suppose it is,” Neil said.

“I just want to take a fresh look at it.”

Neil nodded. “You figure I made a mistake and maybe you can look at it and see what I was missing?”

“It’s been ten years,” Myron said. “We know new things now.” He thought about how Win had put it. “It’s like a car trip where you don’t know where you’re going. Last week, we only knew the start. Now we know where the car was a few days ago.”

Neil frowned. “What?”

“It sounded better when my friend said it.”

“I’m just busting your balls. Look, I only had the case a short time. The FBI took it away from me pretty fast.” He tilted back in his chair and rested his hands on his belly. “Ask away.”

“So yesterday I was at the crime scene.”

“The Baldwins’ house.”

“Yes. And I was trying to piece together how it all happened. That backyard is wide open, and the kitchen has those big windows.”

“Plus,” Neil added, “there’s a gate by the driveway entrance. And fencing around the property.”

“Exactly. And there’s the timing.”

“The timing?”

“They were kidnapped around noon. Most kids are still in school at the time. How did the kidnappers know they’d be home?”

“Ah,” Neil said.

“Ah?”

“You see holes.”

“I do.”

“You think the official scenario doesn’t add up.”

“Something like that.”

“And you think, what, we didn’t notice all this stuff ten years ago? We raised all the issues you’re raising now. And more of them. But you know what? Lots of crimes don’t make sense. You can poke holes in almost anything. Take the gate, for example. The Baldwins never closed it. It was useless. The backyard? The Baldwins had lawn furniture. You could sneak up that way. Or you could press your body against the back of the house and no one would see you until you were by the windows.”

“I see,” Myron said. “So you satisfied your doubts?”

“Whoa, I never said that.”

Neil Huber loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. The red in his face seemed to drain away. Now Myron did have a sense of déjà vu. He could see the younger man, the coach for the other team, or maybe it was just a fake memory he was concocting for the occasion.