Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Part IAnnie
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Part IIHarry
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Part IIIAnnie
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Part IVHarry
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Part VAnnie
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Linwood Barclay
- About the Publisher
Harry didn’t have to think. He knew the answer. “Tanner’s wife said he’s got an eagle on his back. Served briefly in the Gulf War.”
“There you go.”
Harry sighed. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He wasn’t going to find Tanner alive, but at least he’d found him. And, while there was still nothing to directly connect Walter’s disappearance to Angus Tanner’s, it certainly didn’t seem to bode well for the other man. He wasn’t looking forward to the visit he was going to have to pay to the Tanner family.
“I’ve got some more to do here,” Marty said, “but I at least wanted to give you that much.”
Harry thanked him and dropped the Nokia phone back in his pocket. He went back to Nancy’s cruiser.
“Tanner,” he said.
Nancy nodded. “Figured it’d be him or Hillman.”
“Yeah.”
“I talked to a woman from that place.” Nancy pointed to a house about fifty yards up the road. “She was driving to work, had to give her permission to go around the barrier to get into town. Nice Audi.”
“Anything?”
Nancy shook her head. “Didn’t see anything. She and her husband had that place built last year, nice house. Moved up from Boston. Both lawyers.”
“They must love living near that guy.” Harry tipped his head toward Crohn’s yard full of junk.
“All she said she heard was a train whistle,” Nancy said. “Woke her up around two. Since when is there a line around here?”
Twelve
Edwin Nabler was settling into Lucknow just fine, thank you very much.
It always took a little bit of time to acclimatize to a new place. Over the last six decades—or was it seven, or maybe five, it was hard to say—he’d set up shop in a number of locales. There was Des Moines, which was nice until it wasn’t. How long was he there, again? Two years, three? Something like that. And he had nice memories from Bradenton. Lots of retirees down there in Florida. Old guys looking for something to do. Even the geezers who’d traded a good-sized house in Rhode Island or Pennsylvania or Massachusetts for a cramped mobile home would find a way to set up a loop of track, maybe even a couple of sidings, in a bedroom that barely offered enough room to change your mind.