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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

“King drank scotch, and he was very particular. I put most of his personal possessions in a storage locker until I figure out what I’m going to do. But I kept a bottle of Lagavulin. It’s in the kitchen. If that’ll do, you’re welcome to it.”

The corners of his mouth edged up. “That’ll do very nicely. Thanks.”

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

GAGE PARKED THE ROVER IN FRONT OF A THREE-STORY, STUCCO-AND-BRICK building only a few miles from the museum. Reaching across the console, he opened the glove compartment and took out the Smith and Wesson .45 he kept for self-defense. In his line of work, it could come in handy.

“You carry a gun?” Abby asked.

“My job takes me to interesting places. You never know when a weapon is going to be necessary.” He got out of the vehicle, shoved the gun into his waistband at the back of his slacks, and let his suit coat fall in place to cover it. By the time he rounded the Rover to the passenger door, Abby was waiting for him on the curb. They took the elevator up to the third floor, and he stood by while she opened the door to apartment 318.

Gage eased her behind him, pulled the gun, and held it two-handed as he walked into the apartment. It was a simple one-bedroom, he saw as he moved from room to room, clearing the space, with hardwood floors, a beige sofa and love seat in the living area, and a modern stainless kitchen with white-and-beige granite countertops.

He shoved the gun behind him into the waistband of his slacks. “All clear.”

Abby joined him in the living room. “If Tammy moves in with her boyfriend, I’ll probably take over her lease.”

“Probably? Sounds like you’re keeping your options open.”

“For now.”

Speaking over her shoulder as she walked through the apartment, Abby headed for the kitchen.

Gage followed. “So tell me a little about yourself.” Though he had done a brief search on social media, he hadn’t found all that much. Twenty-eight years old, father out of the picture, mother died after a lengthy bout with cancer. Abby’s Facebook profile said she liked to run, hike, and snow ski.

“I was born and raised in Denver. After high school, my grandfather put me through college—University of Colorado. I studied cultural anthropology. I wanted to see the world, and studying how people lived in other countries, different societies, was the best I could do back then.”

“And after you got out?”

“I worked a while, just odd jobs to save enough money to travel. Then my mother got sick. I stayed with her until she died a few years ago.” Abby took a shaky breath, and he could tell she still grieved her mother’s death.