group was located there, scientists who sat in the desert thinking up reasons that contact with Aeon could be made to work.
âI donât have time.â
âYou have time.â
âI have time to keep searching for cases, and thatâs all the time I have.â
âLet me tell you what those kids out on the floor have been doing ever since you went on your murder mission.â
âExcuse me, policing mission.â
âTheyâve been communicating with Aeon, trying to save your life.â
âWell, thank them for me. Unless Iâm headed for a meeting with the needle. Then donât thank them.â
âA deal has been struck, Flynn.â
âWhich involves the scientists at Area Fifty-One how?â
âYou will accompany me to Area Fifty-One. Consider that an order.â
He thought about that. Normally, she did everything she could to satisfy her brief from the scientistsâshort of giving him direct orders like this. That way, he could go on doing his job and she could go on being quietly relieved he was getting kills.
âDiana, we both know that everything coming out of Area Fifty-One is bullshit. In any case, I want to go to Deer Island.â
âWhy?â
âI got another one of those calls: 333676. Ring a bell?â
âNo.â
âItâs Dan Millerâs employee number.â
She got up and went to her âwindow.â They were in a basement, so it was actually just a poster of the Grand Tetons sheâd bought at Target and tacked to her wall.
âI love it when you stare out at the view. It always means you know Iâm right.â
She turned. âWeâre on a strict schedule. And frankly, if you want to stay in one piece, youâd better cooperate.â
For a moment, he thought about it, then spread his hands, gesturing surrender. âYou can count on me, boss. Down the line.â
âWe leave at six. You might think about taking a shower.â
He glanced at his watch. Half an hour wouldnât give him time to go home. âCan I use your lair?â Her suite had a private sitting room and a full bath, which he often used between cases.
âIâm gonna try to have a meeting in here. Weâre cataloging new transmissions. So donât disturb us, if you can manage that.â
âYes, maâam.â He went through into the luxuriously furnished private suite that was a perk of her Senior Executive Service pay grade. The luxuries that interested him werenât things like her Persian carpets, gleaming antiques, and 3-D TV. His cars were a luxuryâthe Audi and the Ferrari California that waited for him in Texas. Most of his guns were there as wellâhis pistols, his sniper rifles, his matched pair of Purdey shotguns handed down in the family for three generations. These were his luxuries, and the wine cellar his family started in the 1920s, when their land in the Permian Basin south of Menard had turned out to be a raft floating on a lake of oil.
For most of his life, he had preferred to live only on what he made, but after Abbyâs disappearance, he found himself wanting to embrace his own heritage. A couple of years back, he had started drawing on the family trust. In a strange way, it made him feel less alone.
In keeping with family tradition, he lived modestly. Until he started buying extreme cars a couple of years ago, few people outside his small circle of close friends had any idea that he had money. The way he figured it, though, the work he did now was shortening his life, probably by a lot of years, so whatever he was going to enjoy, he needed to do that right now.
He threw off his clothes, realizing as he dropped them onto her antique Sultanabad carpet, that they were really pretty damn dirty. Stained, too, with greenish purple blood.
Showers bothered him. He didnât like being in places with only one exit. He wanted two ways out, always. He turned the gold
Kat Richardson
Celine Conway
K. J. Parker
Leigh Redhead
Mia Sheridan
D Jordan Redhawk
Kelley Armstrong
Jim Eldridge
Robin Owens
Keith Ablow