They're Watching (2010) by Hurwitz Gregg

Author:Hurwitz, Gregg [Gregg, Hurwitz,]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-12-26T00:42:20.217000+00:00

Chapter 35

"Why . . . ?" I cleared my throat and tried again. "Why'd the DA have a change of heart?"

Pulling onto the freeway, Gable threw a folder over the seat back in answer.

It struck me in the chest. Since my wrists were cuffed, I had to move my hands together to flip through the pages. They looked like printed e-mails.

His partner, a wide Hispanic guy who hadn't offered a name, said, "We went to search your place--looks like you already tossed it for us." He didn't bother to turn around. The skin on the back of his head was visible through his shaved hair. "And after, after we paid a visit to your work. That shared little office with the Dell computer? What did you think, that we wouldn't check all your computers?"

The top e-mail, sent from [email protected] to my work e-mail address, read, Received your inquiry. This what your looking for? Let us know if theres other informations you require. The printed attachment showed a blueprint of what looked to be a mansion. I checked the time stamp--dated six months ago.

Dread turned my voice hoarse. "What's this, now?"

"Keep reading," Gable said. "It gets better."

A reply e-mail, ostensibly from me: Can you follow people, get schedule information?

I glanced back at the blueprint. The mansion looked familiar, all right. Clear down to the Olympic pool and eight-car garage.

Flipping forward again: We dont do that. Documents only. Sorry buddy. Leave cash at drop point.

The next several e-mails were thwarted attempts, apparently by me, to secure an unmarked handgun from various not-quite-unsavory-enough sources. The final page was an online booking for Hotel Angeleno that I'd evidently made under a fake name.

Gable's eyes watched me steadily from the rearview. I was frozen with disbelief. My mouth was open, wavering but not forming words. Sally and Valentine, the only ones who believed me, were off running down a dead lead. And now there was even more to deny, the evidence so overwhelming. The first thought to cut through the panic haze was that maybe I had lost it. Was this what it felt like inside a psychotic break?

Cars zipped by on either side of us, people coming back from their lunch breaks. A petite brunette smoked and chatted on her cell phone, one pedicured foot up on the dash next to the wheel. Mexicans sold flowers at the off-ramp. Lou Reed's colored girls doo-doo-doo-doo-dooed from someone's radio.

"You really think that deleting something off your computer gets rid of it for good?" Gable's partner snickered. "That shit's never gone. Our guy had it pulled off there in minutes."

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