An Eye for an Eye by Kent Allen

Author:Kent, Allen [Kent, Allen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9781733217361
Amazon: B086JD6H21
Goodreads: 53239046
Publisher: AllenPearce Publishers
Published: 2020-03-28T07:00:00+00:00

“This van was parked in the lot every day Farid Sayegh was at the Hampton,” Grace said when we were again gathered around her desk. “It left the day he stopped showing up at the hotel. The desk has no record of the van being registered to anyone who was checked in. It’s a Mississippi plate. Joseph had her office trace the number for me. It’s registered to a Jason Anzar who lives in Brandon.”

I looked through the dates recorded beside each highlighted van entry. In some cases, the Sprinter had moved three or four times during the day. “This is good work, Grace. And what do we know about Jason Anzar?”

She lowered herself gingerly into her desk chair and punched her computer’s “on” button. “I just got the report from the state police last evening,” she grumbled. “That’s why I’m here this morning.”

“We can run this down. You need to give those ribs a few more days to heal.”

She sniffed. “My ribs are fine. It’s my brain that’s starting to turn to mush. I need to be working at more than calling business people who happened to be at the Hampton for four nights.”

I waved the parking list in front of her. “This supports the theory you had earlier, and it’s the best lead we’ve had in a week. All your work.”

“Well,” she said defiantly, “now I’m ready to chase that lead from here at my desk.”

Mara Joseph pushed through the street door, gave each of us a quick look, and settled on me and the sheets in my hand, saying nothing about Grace’s departure.

“I see you’ve been talking about the van. Rosario called about half an hour ago with something that could be another break. He thinks he may know where the explosives came from.”

I nodded toward the door to the fishbowl. “Grace, why don’t you join us in the inner sanctum?”

As Joseph crossed to my office, Grace detoured by Marti’s desk and handed her a slip of paper with Jason Anzar’s name and hometown written on it. “If you’re tired of filing, maybe you could run this through social media and see what we can learn about our Mr. Anzar. Then check to see if he’s got a record anywhere.” Marti took the paper with a relish that suggested she’d been hoping something might bring a little variety to her morning.

In my office, I plopped behind the scarred oak desk that was one of the few carryovers from the old bank. “What have you got?” I asked Joseph when we were all settled. She had managed to beat Grace to the corner chair. Grace chose to perch beside the door rather than accept one of the fold-outs.

Joseph spoke as if I were the only other person in the room, leading me to wonder what the hell had been going on at Casa Joseph the last two days?

“The Bureau’s been able to trace the explosive that was used at the dam site,” she announced. “That particular pack was made up of blocks of what the Army calls M112, which is basically C4.

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