Get Back Jack by Diane Capri

Author:Diane Capri [Capri, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, Jack Reacher, thriller
Publisher: AugustBooks
Published: 2013-09-15T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Sunday, November 14

12:13 a.m.

Chicago, IL

As instructed, Gaspar parked the Crown Vic along the curb behind one of the cruisers, making sure to leave enough room for an easy exit. They left the vehicle unlocked and walked down the tree-lined sidewalk toward Neagley’s home, which looked like it had been owned by a railroad baron once upon a time.

The house was set back from the road and surrounded by at least an acre of green all around. Lots of doors and roofs and huge windows and giant garages. The brick pavers alone would have cost Kim a year’s pay.

The first uniformed officer they reached stood leaning against his patrol car which, upon closer inspection, was a private security service vehicle, not Lake Forest PD. Kim pulled out her badge wallet and showed it. Gaspar did the same.

But before she could introduce herself, probably because of his assumptions about their jurisdiction, the guard said, “No need for the FBI. We’ve called the locals. The kid’s run away a dozen times before. We’ll probably find him in the next hour.”

The former secret service agent Kim remembered standing guard at Neagley’s office came out the front door and hustled down the long and winding sidewalk toward the police vehicles ahead on the street.

Kim called out. He turned, saw them, and waited for their approach.

“What’s your name, anyway?” Gaspar asked when they were within hailing distance.

“Never give up, do you?” he said. “We didn’t report a kidnapping. Why are you here?”

“Is Ms. Neagley inside?” Kim asked.

“She is.”

“I’ll meet you there,” she said to Gaspar, leaving him to interrogate Nameless as well as possible while she traveled the sidewalk he’d used to reach the curb.

The air smelled like home to Kim. This Chicago suburb was a long way from the Michigan farm town she grew up in, but Midwestern fall smelled clean and cold here, too.

The wide-open space around Neagley’s house allowed cold wind to blow through her lightweight overcoat. She hugged her arms to her body and thought about how cold Paul would be now, and much colder he’d be as the night wore on, if he’d run out without a good warm fleece and knit cap, at least.

The front door of the house stood open and every light on the lower level was ablaze, spilling brightness onto the front pavers and lawns like outdoor floodlights.

Wearing the same clothes she’d worn in New York earlier, Neagley stood just inside the entrance, talking with two uniformed officers, her back to the door. Which allowed Kim to approach the group unnoticed.

Kim listened to the conversation while forcing herself not to gape at the home’s spacious open floor plan and pricey interior decor. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen as many wing chairs collected in one place. She counted fifteen from her vantage point at the entrance. Not to mention the artwork she recognized and the sheer volume of high-end stuff everywhere. Several heavy wood pieces were tall and dark and solid enough to require a forklift simply to rearrange the furniture.

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