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
The kid had a point. “Maybe we could do it with cameras linked up to a surveillance van parked elsewhere. Or I’m only a mile away. I could actually just do this from home.”
“And where do you propose we’d find the technology in rural little Greenbury?”
“You’re the techno guy. You tell me.”
McAdams frowned. “I suppose we can stick a camera in a strategic place and link it up to a tablet or smartphone, Eagle Eye or some system like that.”
“That would work for me. We could rotate the watches of the laptop at night between the five of us detectives.”
McAdams said, “Do you really think the thief would return to the crypt knowing that the cops are onto him?”
“Why would he think we’re onto him?”
“What if the thief saw all the commotion that went on this afternoon?”
“Did you spot anyone nosing around?”
“Not really, but I wasn’t looking. What about you?”
“I checked around several times. I didn’t notice anyone watching.”
“Maybe no one was watching us on the streets. But I’m betting that a few of the neighbors pulled back their curtains to see what was going on.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. And that leads me to another thought. If we start asking questions locally, eventually the local paper will find out. So will everyone else, including the thief—if he’s local. This is a very small town.”
“So I repeat. What’s next?”
“Not doing surveillance would be negligent. Let’s do something before the case blows wide open. Could you help me hook up a camera?”
“Who’s gonna pay for this?”
“I’ll ask Mike. It’s something that’s handy to have.”
“And if Mike says no?”
“I’ll pay. These things aren’t that expensive even for an old retiree like myself. Of course, if some rich kid with gold watches wants to pitch in, I won’t object.”
Despite himself, McAdams smiled. “Maybe that can be arranged.” He pulled into the station’s parking lot. “Okay. Happy hunting. And what do I do while you’re out there making suspect lists and checking them twice? Practice shooting jelly beans out my nose?”
“Can you really do that?” McAdams rolled his eyes and Decker said, “Think about it, McAdams. You tell me. What useful things could you do?”
“Quit this job and do something that will exploit my many talents?”
“Does that include law school?”
A pause. “Eventually.”
“How about if you look up past crimes of cemetery theft? If nothing shows up nearby, branch out using Greenbury as the center of the circle. Lots of fancy mausoleums in the area. I’m sure this has happened before.”
McAdams sighed. “Fine.”
“Too exhausting for you, Harvard?”
“I just think it’s stupid.”
“Why’s that?”