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Gary called Dispatch at the precinct. “Where is the patrol I sent to Cambridge?”
“On their way, sir. They should be there in about five minutes.”
“What’s wrong?” Riley put his hand on Gary’s arm. “Fuck, you’re as white as a sheet.”
Gary shuddered out a breath. “King got to both of them before we did. So we’d better find him fast before they go the same way as Greg Collins.”
Or worse.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Sunday, January 27, 2019
4:30 p.m.
“I’M SORRYI had to cancel your firearms lesson,” Gary called out from the kitchen.
Dan put down the book he was reading. “It’s okay. I wasn’t really happy about it, to be honest.” Dan’s father had a gun collection, and just seeing it made Dan’s stomach clench.
Gary leaned against the door frame. “Guns make you nervous?”
“No, the thought of me accidentally shooting myself in the foot makes me nervous.”
Gary smiled. “That’s why I wanted to teach you to shoot, so your feet remain safe.” He inclined his head toward the kitchen. “Coffee’s on.”
When his phone rang, Dan scowled. “We’re only taking a couple of hours off, for God’s sake. Surely they can do without you for that long?”
Gary glanced at his phone. “It’s Riley.” He tapped the screen. “What have you got for us? And you’re on speaker.”
“I checked the land registry. King inherited his parents’ home but sold it last year. The only property we show him owning is the apartment at Cronin’s Landing.”
Dan hated seeing Gary so despondent.
“We’re coming back in.” Gary looked around. “Dan, have you seen my keys?”
“No, you’re not.” Riley’s voice rose. “You need some sleep. You’re both exhausted. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow. You gotthat? Or do you want me to get Travers to call you and confirm that order?”
Gary chuckled. “You can try.” He expelled a long breath. “Fine, we’ll see you in the morning.”
“I’ll have the coffee on.” Riley hung up.
“He’s right, you know. We both need some sleep.” He’d been aware of Gary tossing and turning the previous night.
Gary snorted. “Somehow I don’t think sleep is an option.” He went back into the kitchen.
“And coffee won’t help you sleep either,” Dan reminded him.
“How about warm milk? Will that fit the bill?” A current of amusement ran through Gary’s voice.
“Perfect.”
“Houston, we have a problem.” Gary reappeared in the doorway. “We’ve run out of milk.”
Dan bit his lip. “Did you write it on the board?”
“No, but neither did you.” He let out a triumphant shout and lurched toward the dining table. He picked up his keys and waved them in the air. “I knew they weren’t far away. I’ll go to the store. Anything else we need?”
Dan grinned. “I don’t know. What’s on the board?”
