Back Murder 101
Chapters (45)
  1. Dedication
  2. Contents
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. About the Author
  42. Also by Faye Kellerman
  43. Credits
  44. Copyright
  45. 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.”