Robert Crais by The Two Minute Rule

Author:The Two Minute Rule [Rule, The Two Minute]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-03-17T22:00:00+00:00

The fleshy neck quivered and the man shook his head.

“Well, we got a million white trucks down here. I don’t know anything about it.”

Pollard studied him as if she was making a life-or-death decision, then slipped her wallet back into her jeans.

“If you want to keep your eye out for something, watch for the white truck.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“One more thing. Are you down here at night or just during the day?”

“The day.”

“Okay then, forget it. You’re doing a good job keeping an eye on things. Now move on and let me do my job.”

Pollard waited as he drove away, then turned back to the gate. She climbed the gate without much difficulty, then walked down the service drive. Entering the riverbed was like lowering herself into a trench. Concrete walls rose around her, cutting off the city from view, and soon all she could see were the tops of a few downtown skyscrapers.

The smooth flat channel stretched in both directions and the air was still. The kerosene breeze couldn’t reach her down here. Pollard could see the Sixth Street and Seventh Street bridges to the south, and the First Street Bridge beyond the Fourth Street Bridge to the north. The channel walls in this part of the river were twenty-foot verticals topped by the fence. They reminded Pollard of a maximum security prison and their purpose was the same. The walls were designed to contain the river during the rainy season. During the rains, the normally pathetic trickle would quickly overflow its trough and climb the higher walls like a raging beast, devouring everything in its path. Pollard knew that once she left the safety of the service ramp, the walls would become her prison, too. If a rush of water surged through the channel, she would have no way out. If a police car rolled up to the fence, she would have no place to hide.

Pollard made her way to the bridge and stepped out of the sun into the shade. It was cooler. Pollard had brought the Times’s drawing of the crime scene and Holman’s sketch, but she didn’t need them to see where the bodies had lain. Four shining irregular shapes were visible on the concrete beneath the bridge, each shape brighter and cleaner than the surrounding pavement. It was always this way. After the bodies had been removed and the crime scene cleared by the police, a hazmat crew had disinfected the area. Pollard had once seen them work. Blood was soaked up with absorbent granules, then vacuumed into special containers to remove all human tissue. Contaminated areas were sprayed with disinfectant, then scoured with high-pressure steam. Now, more than a week later, the ground where each man died glowed like a shimmering ghost. Pollard wondered if Holman had known what they were. She did not step on the clean places; she carefully stepped around them.

Pollard stood between the body shapes and considered the service ramp. It was about eighty yards away and sloped directly toward her.

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