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“What’s your name?”
“Dave. Hopkins.”
I told Dave Hopkins to go down the hall and ask Inspector McNeil, the big man in the brown jacket, to interview Hal pronto. Then I called out to Conklin, who exited the cube across the hall and followed me to Tyler’s doorway.
I said, “Henry, this could be it. Or it could be a letter bomb.”
Tyler asked, “Do you want to drop it in a toilet or open it?”
I looked at Conklin.
“I feel lucky,” he said.
I placed the packet in the center of Tyler’s leather-topped desk. We all stared at the envelope with Tyler’s name and the word “URGENT” in big black letters. Where the return address should be were three letters written in red: “WCF.”
We’d withheld the killer’s specific signature from the press, so there was little doubt in my mind that this packet was from him. Tyler picked up a letter opener, slit the envelope, and tilted it gingerly until the enclosed objects slid onto his desk.
Item one was a phone. It was a prepaid model, the size of a bar of hand soap, complete with neck straps, a headset with earbuds, a chin mic, and a built-in camera.
Item two was a standard envelope, white, addressed to “H. Tyler.” I opened it and shook out the folded sheet of white paper inside. The message was typed and printed out with an ink-jet. The note read: “Tyler. Use this phone to call me.”
There was a number and the signature: “WCF.”
Chapter 59
“CAN YOU TRACE a call on a prepaid phone?” Tyler asked.
I shook my head. “Not effectively. There’s no GPS device, so there’s no way to track the phone’s location, either.”
Tyler picked up the cell and dialed the number. I stooped beside him and put my ear next to his. There was ringing, and a man’s voice said, “Tyler?”
“Yes, this is Henry Tyler. To whom am I speaking?”
“Do you have what I asked for?”
“I do,” said Tyler.
“Turn on the phone cam. Show me the money.”
Henry lifted a briefcase to his desk, opened the hasps, and pointed the phone at two million dollars in neat bundles. He snapped off a shot, then asked, “Did you receive the picture?”
“Yes. I asked you to choose a go-between.”
“I’ll be your contact,” Tyler said.
“You’re too recognizable,” said the killer.
“I have a good man in ad sales,” Tyler said, looking at Conklin. “And against my wishes, my secretary has volunteered.”
“What’s her name?”
“Judy. Judy Price.”
“Put Judy on the phone.”
Tyler handed the phone to me. I said, “This is Judy Price.”
“Judy. This phone can stream video to my computer for three hours. I hope we can conclude our business in less time than that. Use the neck straps and wear the phone with the camera lens facing out. Keep it on until I have the money. I’ll direct you as we go. Do you read me?”
