Jeffery Deaver - Lincoln Rhyme 4 - The Devils Teardrop by Jeffery Deaver

Author:Jeffery Deaver [Deaver, Jeffery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-20T19:01:43+00:00

Parker did and handed the camera back. Geller turned to the computer, typed and a dark image of the young agent came up on the screen. “Handsome fella,” said Geller. He hit more buttons, keeping the bright silver of the paperclip in the center of the screen as he zoomed in. The image disappeared into exactly the same arrangement of bright squares as in the picture of the Digger.

“Only difference,” Geller pointed out, “is that his has a yellowish tint. So our boy’s wearing a gold crucifix.”

“Add that to our description of the shooter, send it out,” Lukas ordered. “And tell them we’ve confirmed he’s white.” Cage radioed Jerry Baker with the information and told him to pass the word to the canvassers. The Diggers only identifying characteristic-that he wore a cross. Was he religious? Was it a good-luck charm? Or had he ripped it from the body of one of his victims as a trophy? Cage’s phone rang. He listened. Hung up. Shrugged, discouraged. “My contact at the FAA. They’ve called all the fixed-base operators in the area about chopper rentals. Man fitting the description of the unsub contracted to charter a helicopter from a company in Clinton, Maryland. Gave his name as Gilbert Jones.” “Jones?” C. P. asked sarcastically. “I mean, shit, that’s original.”

Cage continued. “He paid cash. The pilot was supposed to pick up some cargo in Fairfax then there’d be another hour leg of the flight but Jones didn’t tell him where. Was supposed to call instructions in to the pilot at ten-thirty this morning. But he never did. The pilot checks out okay.” “Did Jones give him an address or phone number?” Cage’s shrug said, He did but they were both fake. The door opened and a man in an FBI windbreaker nodded to Lukas. “Hi, Steve,” she said. “Agent Lukas. I’ve got Dr. Evans here. From Georgetown.” The psychologist. The man stepped inside. “Evening,” he said. “I’m John Evans.” He was shorter than his calm, deep voice suggested. His dark hair was shot with gray and he had a trim beard. Parker liked him immediately. He wore a smile as easy as his old chinos and gray cardigan sweater and he carried a heavy, battered backpack instead of a briefcase. His eyes were very quick and he examined everyone in the camper carefully before he was halfway through the door.

“Appreciate your coming down,” Lukas said to him. “This is Agent Cage and Agent Geller. Agent ArdeU’s over there. Detective Hardy. My name’s Lukas.” She . glanced at Parker, who nodded his okay to mention his real name. “And this’s Parker Kincaid-he’s a document expert used to work for the Bureau.” She added, “He’s here confidentially and we’d appreciate your not mentioning his involvement.”

“I understand,” Evans said. “I do a lot of anonymous work too. I was going to put up a Web site but I figured I’d get too many cranks.” He sat down. “I heard about the incident at the Mason Theater. What

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