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Martin caught the soft drink cooler’s light blink twice then go out. Sheriff Quarrals, at the Pavoni and reading the instructions for a coffee, also caught it. “How much you pay for that new unit and the light goes out every few weeks?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve got some spare bulbs up in the apartment. Mind watching the store for five or so minutes?”
Quarrals went back to the instruction manual and waved him on.
Upstairs in his bedroom, Martin instituted Croyden’s Cone of Silence and lifted a phone handset from a drawer.
Tony Morelli’s low tenor came on the line. “Long time no talk, Larry. How is life in small town America?”
Martin chuckled. “Parochial, Tony. How’s east coast America?”
“What’s interesting about Stacey Allen Knox?”
“I got bored, Tony. Don’t know if our Unsub’s dead, gone to ground, done a runner, … Nothing new for the last month and I do random lookups on whatever’s in the news to keep my hand in, that’s all. You keeping tabs on me, Tony?”
“Did you see she just got back from Rio?”
“Rio interests you?”
“Rio interests a cross-department team with East Coast Operations being one of the departments in the cross. Nobody would’ve cared except she’s a named attorney who routinely works with internationals, not all of whom play nice with their US partners, so she was added to our persons-of-interest list.” Director of East Coast Operations Anthony Morelli paused. “We had eyes on her. She walked out of her hotel in the center of town, took a left, stopped in front of an alley between two skyscrapers, and disappeared.”
“One of our people lost her?”
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