She raised an eyebrow at me. “Dramatic, I admit, and it isn’t more than informed speculation, but it serves for the sake of the argument,” I said. “McKenzie had little to live for and one man the target of his … Continue reading
That I wrote down with more excitement, though I kept it from my face and my voice. “Could you speak to his mental state?” “He’d thrown himself into his work for a few weeks,” replied Culpert. “Two years ago yesterday … Continue reading
We crossed the street. “Might it not be wise,” I said, holding the door into the building for Amber, “to cast a wider net for gun dealers?” She shrugged. “Why do the extra work before we have a better idea? … Continue reading
“We had an argument. Arguments,” Heath said. “For the last two months. Last week, she left to stay with family. My doorman knows my face. He’ll tell you I never left home.” “I suppose I’ll have to speak with him. … Continue reading
Amber and Baker went in, and Heath stood, angry words on the tip of his tongue. Before he could bite them out, Amber spoke sharply: “Have a seat, Mr. Heath.” Taken aback by her tone, he did so almost automatically, … Continue reading
Tomorrow—later in the morning, I corrected myself—we would have to pay a visit to the offices of Heath, McKenzie, and Company. Hearing something of Heath’s leadership style would help promote him to suspect status or perhaps remove him from consideration … Continue reading
Amber turned the weapon over, then pointed to the number stamped into its frame. “It hasn’t been registered,” she said. “Will the serial number be in any way helpful?” Tyson shrugged. “Many dealers in antique pieces keep detailed records for … Continue reading
One Port Authority Plaza’s stairwells were for emergency use only, for entirely understandable reasons of security. A short elevator ride brought us to the seventieth floor, one of several spread through the building dedicated to conference and interview rooms. The … Continue reading
“Evidently. He went on to found Heath, McKenzie, and Company with Dalton Heath, who is listed here under known associates as an Academy roommate.” I looked up from the papers. “Could you pull up Mr. Heath’s Naval Arm records?” “One … Continue reading
I returned as Amber relayed the word from the information desk: “…and the brokerage say their client is Heath, McKenzie, and Company, Limited. I’ve sent Harper to bring in Heath; I was of a mind to bring in McKenzie as … Continue reading
