James Patterson - WMC 03 - 3rd Degree - com v4.0 by 3rd Degree -v5.0

Author:3rd Degree -v5.0
Language: eng
Format: mobi

Chapter 54

“HEY, LIEUTENANT,” Cappy Thomas shouted as I walked in the following morning. “Leeza Gibbons on the line. Entertainment Tonight? Wants to know if you can do lunch.”

I had made the mistake of calling Jacobi from the plane last night, and maybe gave a few too many details about the day. Some snickers rippled around the squad room.

I took some hot water back to my desk. A light was flashing on my phone. I punched it in.

“Listen, LT” — Jacobi’s voice — “me and the missus were thinking about heading over to the Big Island sometime in July. Any chance you can snag the G-3?”

I punched off the line, spooning a pouch of Red Zinger into my mug.

“Hey, LT, phone!” Cappy yelled again.

This time I picked it up and snapped, “Look, I didn’t sleep with him, I didn’t ask for the jet, and while you bozos were scratching your balls back here, I actually moved the homicide case along.”

“I guess that’ll have to do as an update.” Cindy laughed.

“Oh God . . .” I lowered my head, letting the blood drain from my face.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t call to bust your chops. I’ve got news.”

“I’ve got news, too,” I said, thinking of Jill. “Yours first.” Cindy’s tone was urgent, so I didn’t think she was talking about Jill.

“Your fax should be ringing any second.”

Just then Brenda knocked on my window, and handed me Cindy’s transmittal.

Another e-mail.

“This was on my computer when I got to work this morning,” Cindy said.

I was jolted back to reality. This time the sending address was [email protected].

The message was only one line: That wasn’t us in Portland.

It was signed, August Spies.

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