Page 95 of The Bone Code
“I know.” Background noise suggested Vislosky was again in her car. “My dime.”
“I was expecting to hear from you last night.”Jesus, Brennan. Don’t antagonize her!
“Things were happening here.”
“Did you find France?”
“I did. Dammit. Hang on.”
Vislosky put me on hold for a lifetime.
I was alone in bed. Clicking to speakerphone, I noticed that the digits on my screen said 7:14.
“France owns property outside Nashville,” Vislosky said after reconnecting. “A house with a couple of acres off Highway Two Fifty-One.”
“Is he living there?”
“My contact in the Nashville PD says utilities are in France’s name. No phone. No internet.”
“But is he actuallythere?”
After a brief, censoring pause, “My buddy did a drive-by. Ran the plate on a truck parked in the drive. The vehicle is registered to France.”
“Hot damn.”
“Fucking A.”
I told Vislosky about the girl with the cotton-candy hair. About the tee pointing to Nashville.
“You’re liking this kid for our vic?”
“She ticks a lot of boxes.”
“Seems so.”
I heard a honking horn.
“Are you in your car?” I asked.
“I like face-to-facers. Allows me a good read.”
It took me a second. “You’re driving to Nashville?”
“Ye olde Music City.”
“I want to be there.”What the hell?Did I?
“How’s that work?”
“I book the next flight out.”
After a pause, “When?”
“Give me ten minutes.”
I threw back the covers and hurried to the kitchen. Ryan was eating toast with cream cheese, raisins, and granola on top. Bird hadn’t quite emptied his bowl.
I asked if they’d mind playing bachelor for a few days. Both were good with the idea.
