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“How are your Returné customers doing?”
“They’re dead,” she said. “What did you expect? You know how quickly the drug wears off. ”
“They were already dead. Now they’re just … normalizing their state. ”
She felt her free hand clench into a fist, and forced herself to stay calm. Don’t take it personally. But it was tough, when all that stood between you and that awful future was a shot controlled by someone else. “Like you said before, I can always get new customers. ”
“Hmmm, any prospects?”
“I have a thirtysomething man downstairs with lots of money,” she said. “He should be good for a few months of profit. ”
“Family?”
“He was single; no next of kin to speak of. ”
“Excellent. You don’t have to worry about conscience nibbling away at you for robbing the wife and kids. See, I know something about you, Bryn. You’re softhearted. ”
“I’m practical. You don’t get into the death business if you’re softhearted. ”
“You do if you inherit it. ” It was hard to pinpoint, but Bryn thought his tone had been sounding lazily amused, but now it changed. “Enough chat. You want to do business, bring another hundred thousand to the address you’ll get in your e-mail. I pick up the money, and I e-mail you another address where the goods will be waiting for you. ”
“No way. I’m not leaving money and walking away. What do you take me for?”
“Bryn, I had a good working relationship with Uncle Lincoln, but I don’t know you. And I don’t trust you. ”
“Why not?”
He laughed. It sounded horrible and mechanical through the voice filter. “Because I don’t have any hold on you. Fear is the basis of any good relationship, and you’re not afraid enough of me. Not yet. ”
He hung up. Bryn stared at the receiver for a moment, then slowly replaced it in the cradle. She looked mindlessly at the paperwork for a moment more, then stood and walked out of her office, down the hall. There was a viewing in progress in the Lincoln Suite—the boy, Jake Hernandez, who’d been shot in a drive-by. She drifted through the people talking outside the room
in hushed tones; some nibbled the cookies; some used the tissues. There were a few family members and friends who had that hardened, dead-eyed look; nobody had said Jake had been in a gang, but then, nobody had needed to. She’d seen the tattoos and the knife and gun scars.
Bryn passed through the door that led to the other world, the Formica-and steel-world, with a sense of actual relief. She came down the stairs just as the loading-dock door slid up, and Joe Fideli, standing in the back of the van with two sheeted gurneys, looked back at her.
“Hey,” she said. “Need a hand?” She didn’t wait for his answer. The metal ramp was off to the side, and she brought it over and put it in place to bridge the gap between the van and the concrete.
“What’s up?” he asked her as he maneuvered the first gurney in line with the ramp.
“Our friend called,” she said. “He wants another hundred thousand. He’s sending me an e-mail with the address of where to leave it. Then he’ll send another e-mail with the location of the drugs. ”
“Smart,” Joe said. “Low risk for him, high profit. If we do anything out of line, he can cut and run and never contact us again. ” He pushed the gurney out, and Bryn grasped her end and pulled it over the ramp onto the dock’s clean, firm surface. They repeated the process with the second body. “I’ll run it by Pat, but it sounds like we need to play along a little more. Once he starts trusting you, it’ll be easier to set this guy up for a personal meet. Once he shows himself, we’ve got him. ”
“Can’t you just pick him up when he gets the money?”
“He’s not stupid. He won’t get it himself. We could spend all day chasing down handoffs. ”
Bryn concentrated on the logistics as they wheeled the gurneys down the hall and into the prep room; Riley was washing a body, and waved to them without speaking as the gurneys went into refrigeration. Each body had an ID tag and a plastic envelope of paperwork, which Bryn clipped to hanging boards above the appropriate stations.
“You look spooked,” Joe said.
She laughed. “I’m standing in a cooler full of bodies, Joe. ”
“That doesn’t bother you. Was it the call?”
Fear is the basis of any good relationship. “No,” she said, but the lie wasn’t very good, and she knew he’d see right through it, so she changed it. “Yes. He’s … There’s something about him. Something that really scares me. He’s not just in this for the money. He actually enjoys it. ”
“I know the type,” Fideli said. “Look, we’re doing everything we can to keep you safe. You’re armed; you’ve got escorts to and from work; you’re secured when you’re here and when you’re home. We’ve got remote surveillance working. You’re covered, okay?”
