Back Thin Air
Chapters (46)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. 1 JESSICA
  7. 2 AMY
  8. 3 JESSICA
  9. 4 PRYCE
  10. 5 JESSICA
  11. 6 ELEANOR
  12. 7 PRYCE
  13. 8 JESSICA
  14. 9 JESSICA
  15. 10 AMY
  16. 11 JESSICA
  17. 12 PRYCE
  18. 13 JESSICA
  19. 14 JESSICA
  20. 15 PRYCE
  21. 16 JESSICA
  22. 17 JESSICA
  23. 18 ELEANOR
  24. 19 JESSICA
  25. 20 JESSICA
  26. 21 PRYCE
  27. 22 JESSICA
  28. 23 JESSICA
  29. 24 PRYCE
  30. 25 JESSICA
  31. 26 JESSICA
  32. 27 AMY
  33. 28 JESSICA
  34. 29 JESSICA
  35. 30 JESSICA
  36. 31 PRYCE
  37. 32 PRYCE
  38. 33 JESSICA
  39. 34 PRYCE
  40. 35 ELEANOR
  41. 36 JESSICA
  42. 37 JESSICA
  43. 38 PRYCE
  44. 39 JESSICA
  45. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  46. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The camera’s lens covered only the entrance to the street. He watched as the perp climbed into a red car parked by the curb outside a small strip mall and drove off. Pryce zoomed in, but the shot only picked up the first three digits of the license plate. He couldn’t be sure of the make or model of the car either.

“Dammit.” He slammed his fist against the desk.

“Hey, what’s up, partner?”

Pryce hadn’t noticed Medina return to his own workstation.

“All done with Sherman?” he asked.

“Yup,” said Medina. “Our pal Fat Frank looked like he’d just been offered a free weekend in Vegas with a high-class hooker when I broke the news. Then he threatened to sue the department. What’s up with you? Your application for Hot Asian Angels get rejected?”

“Very funny.” Pryce motioned for Medina to join him at his desk. “Have a look at this.” He played the feeds from both cameras on La Brea for the benefit of the other detective before freezing the shot on the red car. “Any idea what the make and model is?”

Medina leaned closer to the computer screen. He stabbed a finger at a small dark oblong smudge. “Looks like a Ford badge to me.” He screwed up his eyes. “Can’t tell which model. Probably a Focus.” He moved his finger to another tiny smudge on the rear window. “And that looks like a barcode.”

“A barcode?”

“Rental car,” Medina explained. “Allows the rental car company to scan the vehicle when it goes in and out of the lot so they can keep track of it.” He looked at Pryce. “This is good news, partner.”

“How so?”

“We have three digits from the license plate,” Medina said. “We also have the color and make and possible model of the car. My bet is on a short-term rental, picked up the day of the killing and returned the day after. I’ve got a buddy at QuikCar. I’ll call him now with what we’ve got, and hopefully we get a hit.” Medina saw the doubtful look on Pryce’s face. “It’s a long shot, I know, but it’s gotta be worth a try.”

“You’re right,” Pryce said. “I’ll try Avis and Hertz, and then we can work our way through the other major rental companies.”

Medina called QuikCar, and Pryce spoke to three different staff members at Avis before reaching someone senior enough to handle his request.

Ten minutes later, they reconvened.