el and glass structure hadn't changed much since he last walked through those doors-but he had. He could feel it in the way his steps slowed, in the hesitation lingering in
pped i
ional comfort he hadn't smelled in years. The lobby was bright with early light filtering t
him-nearly spilled his coffee as he jumped to attention. Charlie gave a small, wry smile.
?" a voi
a bushy mustache grinning from the reception desk.
al," Charlie said a
through," Hal laughed. "What brings th
replied. "And maybe
t with a pat on the back. "You've still got
in his gut. Every corridor brought a memory. Every door reminded him of a case. Every face
of gun o
brass plaque on a door: Room 312 – De
pped i
" came a voice that had once
wearing the same brown suspenders and crooked tie. His hair had tu
ithout a subpoena," Jack joked,
untarily. M
kind of shoulder slaps only for
m to a chair and collapsing into
unds," Charlie replied. "You g
arms folded. "Al
rd. "I'm working a case. Missing person
eal estate tycoon, hangs out with p
's missing, no activity on his accounts, no c
ly's got enough money to buy silenc
half a mil up front. That kind
this time. "Damn, Bateman.
w if he's left the country in the last 24 hours. F
head, nodding.
a secure channel to the national database. The screen scrolle
ited in
d slightly-new posters, different furniture-but it still smelled the same. Like swe
ed at him.
n't respond
o behind Jack's desk. It was old-faded now-b
" he wh
ession softened. "She'd have lik
hroat tight. "She should've
hat was yo
ashing like stills from a tragedy he could ne
sion, the fire, the screaming. Eliza had died in the line of duty-his partner, his be
ck said finally, br
leaned
bout a month ago. No record of him returning. No recorded departures since
he didn't use
dn't leav
hen I need to talk to Veronica again.
walking Charl
ul. These rich folks? They're a different breed. They lie with smiles, th
d. "I'll keep
You still got it, Bateman. Just don't let
smile. "I'm not eve
into the hallway, the pr