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“Mr. Rogan.”
Sean turned back to the trafficker.
“Tell your brother Liam I haven’t forgotten.”
A chill ran up Sean’s spine. He gave Yuran a faint nod, then retrieved his weapons.
When he reached the door, Yuran said, “The only reason you’re alive is because I know you haven’t seen your brother in fifteen years. Make it another fifteen.”
Lucy met Cody at the Starbucks on M Street during his lunch break.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting down as soon as he saw her.
“I need to talk to you about Brad Prenter’s murder.”
He stared at her with cop eyes, assessing, curious, and a bit worried. “You saw the paper.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know until this morning.”
“Did you know he was shot four times? Three times in the abdomen and once in the back of the head?”
He straightened. “How do you know that? It wasn’t released—” He caught himself. “You went to the morgue.”
“I read the autopsy report.”
“Why on earth would you do that? You could have asked me.”
“I wanted more information before we talked. He was supposed to be at the Firehouse, not Club 10. Doesn’t that seem suspicious to you? That Prenter was supposed to meet a girl at one club, and ends up twenty miles away and across the river at about the same time?”
“How do you know it was the same time?”
“Because he was killed between nine-thirty and ten. The article stated that he was in the bar hitting on a girl before he left with her—”
“Lucy, we talked about this last night. I thought we’d agreed that he had pegged the date with ‘Tanya’ as a setup.”
“I don’t know.” She frowned and stared at her coffee cup.
“Lucy?”
She glanced at him.
“Even though it’s popular, Club 10 is in the center of six blocks of bad streets,” Cody said. “There’s a mugging practically every night. Even two homicides just last month. They found drugs on him—I haven’t seen the lab reports, but maybe he was trying to score, and it went south. Do you know how many drug-related murders we have in D.C.?”
“I know, but—” She sighed. Maybe Cody was right. There was a logical explanation.
“Would you feel better if I looked into it?”
She nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”
“What do you think happened?”
“I don’t know. I just want to know why he was at that bar. Why he stood Tanya up. If I tipped him off, I need to know how I did it. I went over every chat transcript with him last night—I don’t see it.”
“Send them to me. I’ll take a look. And maybe it wasn’t you—he could have spotted me.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Even if you just find out he goes there all the time—that’s good enough for me. Or if he got a better offer. Whatever, there’s a reason, and I need to know.”
