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Chapters (67)
  1. Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONETHE EXTREMES
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  8. 3
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  12. 7
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  21. 16
  22. PART TWOSOMETHING BAD
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  37. PART THREECHAYLA
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  51. PART FOURHIT AND RUN
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  66. EPILOGUE
  67. AUTHOR’S NOTE

‘No, not yet. Not solely on your say-so. I’m sorry.’

Ramona stood up, too. She was a tiny dynamo next to him. ‘You’re making a mistake, Cab.’

‘I’ll tell you what I told them. If I discover that I’m being played, I’m out. Until then, I’m only interested in one thing. Making sure that Diane Fairmont doesn’t suffer the same fate as her husband.’

The Attorney General frowned. ‘This isn’t about being played,’ she said. ‘If it were just that, I wouldn’t care.’

‘Then what is it?’

‘A foundation employee named Justin Kiel was murdered recently,’ she told him. ‘The police concluded that the death was drug-related. I have reason to believe they are wrong.’

‘Why is that?’

‘For the time being, I can’t say,’ Ramona repeated. ‘I’m just suggesting that you be careful.’

Cab shook his head. ‘I hope you’re not implying that Diane is somehow involved in a murder. I don’t believe that for a moment. I’m no fan of politicians, but how many of them would really kill to get elected?’

The Attorney General sat down again and picked up her sandwich. ‘More than you think, Cab. More than you think.’

18

‘Frank Macy,’ Peach said.

Deacon’s fingers stopped clicking on his keyboard. ‘Who?’

Peach slapped the paper she’d taken from Justin’s safe house on the desk in front of her brother. ‘This guy. He’s got a long record. Drugs. Guns. Manslaughter. For some reason, Justin was interested in him. I’m betting there’s a connection to his murder.’

Deacon picked up the paper and studied it. ‘What is this? What does it have to do with Justin?’

‘Justin kept a safe house for his computers and papers. Someone ransacked the place, but he missed this. I’ve been digging into Frank Macy all morning. He got out of jail earlier this year, but he’s still in the area. He has an apartment near St Pete Beach. I’m going to find him.’

‘Fruity, what the—’ Deacon began. He stopped and stood up to look over the tops of the cubicle walls. When he sat down again, his voice was hushed. ‘Let’s not talk about this here.’

He led them past the cubicle farm. She could see the office for Ogden Bush on the far side of the building; the door was closed. Deacon guided her onto the street outside. It was a hot afternoon, but the wind had come alive, blowing garbage and dust around the pavement, making her blink. He walked quickly, and she struggled to keep up with him. They were in an area of derelict storefronts and barred windows. He led her three blocks to a small urban park that was little more than a square of dead grass and palm trees, with a row of green benches.