Page 173 of The Bone Code
Ryan paused, thinking about Semtex, I supposed. Or good sources.
“Back in the day, Semtex was a bitch to detect. Now a taggant is added.”
“Which does what?”
“Produces a distinctive vapor signature that helps sniff the stuff out.”
“The cops are thinking Murray botched what he was doing and blew himself up?”
“They’re considering all options.”
“The guy’s a snake, Ryan. He’d rake Disneyland with an AK if he felt threatened.”
I sensed Ryan shrug, unwilling to speculate. Or not fully convinced.
“And the second hap?” I asked.
“Huger’s a fan of the Great White North.”
“He’s been to Canada? When?”
“Many times, his last trip being this past week.”
“Seriously?”
“According to customs and border patrol, Huger arrived Wednesday, left yesterday. His points of entry and departure were our very own Pierre Elliott Trudeau Airport.”
“He was in Montreal at the time of the explosion at InovoVax.”
“He was.”
Something rolled over in a murky corner of my mind.What?
“That changes the picture,” I said.
“It does.”
We rode out quite a long moment of silence.
“Listen, Tempe.” Ryan uses my first name only when deadly serious. “I want you to be careful.”
“I’m always careful.”
“I mean it.” Ryan put steel in his voice.
“So do I.”
“This guy Huger is bad news.”
“What’s his motive to kill?” Though I didn’t disagree.
Ryan had no answer to that.
The Sea Biscuit Café is an island tradition. The main room seats maybe twenty, the screened porch a few more. Cash or check only. Nothing matches. The waitresses are local and wear unstylish Levi’s or cutoffs.
When I arrived, every inside table was taken. Vislosky was at one, drinking coffee and looking generally pissed. First time I’d seen her in uniform.
“How’s it going,” I asked, hooking my shoulder bag onto a ladderback chair.
