Final Detail by Harlan Coben

Author:Harlan Coben [Coben, Harlan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9780752867304
Publisher: Orion
Published: 1999-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Back at the office Myron strapped on the Ultra Slim phone headset and started making phone calls. Very Jerry Maguire. Not just in appearance but in the fact that clients were abandoning him left and right. And he hadn't even written a mission statement.

Win called. Newspaper Tail's name is Wayne Tunis. He lives in Staten Island and works in construction. He placed one call to a John McClain, telling him that he had been spotted. That's it. They're pretty careful.

So we don't yet know who hired him?

That would be correct.

When in doubt, Myron said, we should go with the obvious choice.

Young FJ?

Who else? He's been following me for months.

Course of action?

I'd like to get him off my back.

May I recommend a well-placed bullet through the back of the skull?

We've got enough problems without adding one more.

Fine. Course of action?

We confront him.

He usually hangs out at a Starbucks on Forty-ninth Street, Win said.

Starbucks?

The old mob espresso bars have gone the way of leisure suits and disco music.

Both of them are coming back.

No, Win said, bizarre mutations of them are coming back.

Like coffee bars in place of espresso bars?

Then you understand.

So let's pay FJ a visit

Give me twenty minutes, Win said before hanging up.

As soon as Myron hit the disconnect, Big Cyndi buzzed his line.

Mr. Bolitar?

Yes?

A Miss or Mr. Thrill is on the phone, Big Cyndi said.

Myron closed his eyes. You mean from last night?

Unless you know someone else named Thrill, Mr. Bolitar.

Take a message.

Both her words and tone suggest urgency, Mr. Bolitar.

Suggest urgency? Fine. Patch her or him through.

Yes, Mr. Bolitar.

There was a click.

Myron?

Uh, yeah, hi, Thrill.

That was some exit you made last night, big fella, Thrill said. You really know how to

impress a girl.

Yeah, I usually don't jump through a plate glass window until the second date.

So how come you haven't called me?

I've been really busy.

I'm downstairs, Thrill said. Tell the guard to let me up.

It's not a good time. Like I said before

Men rarely say no to Thrill. I must be losing my touch.

It's not that, he said. It's just that the timing is all wrong.

Myron, my name isn't really Thrill.

I hate to burst your bubble, but I kinda suspected it read something else on your birth

certificate.

No, that's not what I mean. Look, let me up. We need to talk about last night. About something that happened after you left. So he shrugged and called down to the guard at the front desk and told him to let up anyone identifying themselves as Thrill. The guard was puzzled but said okay. The headset was still

strapped on so Myron speed-dialed a sports apparel company. Before dashing to the Caribbean, Myron had been on the verge of landing a sneaker deal for a track and field client with said company. But now he was being put on hold. An assistant to an assistant finally came on the line. Myron asked him about the deal. It had fallen through, he was told. Why? he asked.

Ask your client, the assistant said. Oh, and ask his new agent too.

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