Chapters (45)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- About the Author
- Also by Faye Kellerman
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“Isn’t Florida an entry point for drugs?” McAdams said. “Maybe the codebook has nothing to do with art. Maybe it has to do with shipments of drugs from Florida.”
“So now we’re tagging John Latham as a drug dealer?”
“It was one of your theories early on,” McAdams reminded him.
Oliver held up his hand. “Let me get this straight. Chase Goddard has had art galleries in Miami, New York, and Boston.”
“Not to bolster my theory, but maybe he’s distributing,” McAdams said.
“Or maybe he’s just following the money,” Rina said. “Most galleries are in big cities or resorts because who else can afford art and antiques.”
“Where there’s money, there’s drugs,” McAdams said. “And like Oliver said . . .” He turned to him. “Do I call you Oliver or Scott?”
“Oliver’s fine.”
“Like he said, who shoots up the police unless they’re in a chase or a shoot-out or they have utter disregard for the law. Drug dealers have utter disregard of the law.”
“Do you see Chase Goddard as a drug dealer, Deck?” Oliver said.
“Not really. He’s a little old and most dealers aren’t Harvard educated. Plus he was obsequious when Tyler mentioned his father. He seems to want business. I can see him buying stolen art and drinking too many martinis. I can’t see him in the back room castrating bodies and cutting heroin with quinine.”
“Heroin’s cut with quinine?” McAdams asked.
Oliver said, “Quinine, powdered sugar, caffeine, powdered milk, gypsum, baby formula. That’s the powdered stuff. With black tar heroin, dealers will cut it with brown sugar, coffee . . . heat it all up into one big goop and then smoke it.”
“I don’t see Chase Goddard as a drug dealer,” Decker said.
“What about John Latham dealing drugs?” Oliver asked.
“No indication.”
“No indication he was an art thief, either,” McAdams said.
“He had an association with Angelina Moreau who most likely forged the Tiffanies,” Decker said. “And you know she didn’t steal or fence them on her own.”
Rina said, “It sounds like you could go in a thousand directions. What you do know is that someone wants you two dead.”
Oliver said, “If it had to do with Latham’s death, why haven’t the triggermen shot at the Boston cops?”
“Summer Village,” Decker corrected.
“Whatever,” Rina said. “They were the ones who found the codebook. So if that’s the key, they should be targets just like you two.”
Decker said, “First off, they’re a bigger force so there’d be too many to kill. Second, maybe Harvard and I are much closer than we know. The problem is the triggerman probably thinks we know more than we do.”
“Who’s on the radar right now?” Oliver asked. “Just Chase Goddard?”
Decker shrugged. “It’d be nice to tie him to the case but I don’t have anything on him.”