Codename: Chandler: Fix by F. Paul Wilson & J.A. Konrath & Ann Voss Peterson

Author:F. Paul Wilson & J.A. Konrath & Ann Voss Peterson
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2015-05-04T07:00:00+00:00

Chandler

Jack conked out halfway through Lethal Weapon. As if aware of that, my phone buzzed. Only one person had my number, and I found I didn't want to answer it, didn't want to leave. But as cute as young Mel Gibson was, it wasn't him I regretted running out on. It had been nice to be able to talk to someone again. Really talk. And the sex… well, the sex had been good. I'd had wilder, move explosive and athletic, but sex with Jack had been… intimate. As if we hadn't been just performing a biological act, but really communicating with our bodies, learning each other.

I would enjoy spending more time with Jack.

Too bad that wasn't possible.

"You on the street now?" Jacob asked in my ear after we'd gone through the confirmation protocol. "Safe to talk?"

I pushed out of the door of the brownstone and into the pre-dawn morning. Birds were already singing. The sun would be up soon. A light wind blew from the west, bringing with it a faint smell of river.

"Go ahead," I said into the phone.

"Had a good night?"

"Yeah."

"So he has more than just ass-kicking skills?"

"Ass-kicking, lovemaking; same skills, different application."

"Hmm. You might be on to something there."

I took a deep breath of morning air, then forced the warm recollections from my mind. I wasn't in town to make friends. I'd come to work.

"So what do you have for me?" Standing mid-block, I glanced east toward the park, then west, waiting for Jacob's direction.

"Get to the Midtown terminal on West 39th. Take the ferry to the Hoboken terminal on 14th Street."

I turned west. "The mark is in New Jersey?"

"I spotted him at the Hoboken ferry terminal last night."

"Facial recognition?"

"Yeah. He took the ferry to the Midtown terminal, spent around two hours in the city, and then ferried back to Jersey. On his way into Manhattan, he was pulling a carry-on suitcase. On the trip back, his hands were empty."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to think about the suitcase, but I waited for Jacob to explain.

"You can intercept him at the Hoboken pier. I have reason to believe he'll be getting back on the ferry sometime today."

"What reason?"

"He purchased four one-way fares. He used two of those fares last night. He has two left. Enough for another round trip."

"You traced his credit card?"

"If he was using a credit card, we would have found him a while ago. The camera caught the ticket purchase."

"I thought you called this a puddle jumper. It sounds like I'm going to be staking out a ferry terminal all day."

"I have a feeling it'll be faster than that. Something is in motion. Something big. Sending a photo."

I turned the corner and headed south. A picture materialized on my phone's screen; an impressively clear shot of my target in the ferry terminal. An average size man, probably in his forties. He wore a blue, pinstriped button-down with an oxford collar and wire-rim glasses. WASP. Clean cut with a touch of nerd. The case he was pulling was black leather, like a million others in the city.

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