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Barnes smiled. Perhaps this had nothing to do with the vote of confidence from Robert Kraft. I wanted to believe I had won him over with my wit and charm.
“You were a cop, Spenser?”
“Yep.”
“I worked for the Pe
“All the hot dogs and beer you want.”
“And the travel details, the groupies, and endless bullshit, too.”
I followed Barnes out of the reception area and along a few hallways and into the stadium itself. He had a key to the side door and carefully locked it before we rounded the upper level and went into the press box facing the end zone. Barnes palmed a handheld radio but turned it off as he stood facing a large glass wall of an empty stadium.
He was dressed as he always dressed, dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. But there was something uncertain and shifting in his eyes. He seemed to have had all the confidence drained from him.
“Have you spoken to Co
“Should I?”
“He won’t call me back,” he said. “I’ve called him fifteen, twenty times.”
“Maybe he’s styling his hair,” I said.
A few men worked on the field below, moving large stencils over yard markers and NFL logos. The motor on the sprayer hammering away, a delicate hiss as color was applied onto the artificial grass.
“Co
“Maybe he doesn’t have anything to report.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” he said. “That he’s given up. Moved on.”
I stared at Barnes, appraising his comment. Barnes adjusted the NFL pin on his lapel. He looked away and down at the sprawling field. “They pulled out of Heywood’s house this morning.”
“Not much to investigate when that cord is severed.”
“They could wait and see,” he said. “Follow up on every crank and every lead. Giving up is complete absolute bullshit.”
“Just because they left doesn’t mean they’ve quit.”
“Can you find out?” Barnes said. “Can you let me know if you hear anything? Or know what the hell is going on? There is an additional reward being offered by the team.”
“I never left the job,” I said. “I still work for Kinjo.”
“Good,” Barnes said, clasping me on the shoulder. “You need anything checked out or run down, let me know. I will have my people on standby. Whatever you need. Anything.”
“By the way, just who said a good word about me to Kraft?”
“Some guy named Hugh Dixon.”
“Jesus,” I said. “He’s still alive?”
“Apparently so,” he said. “They serve on the same charitable board.”
“Wow,” I said.
Barnes wasn’t listening. He shook his head. “Someone knows something. Someone needs that money.”
“Kinjo said dead or alive.”
“So do we just wait until someone brings in the head of the kidnapper?”
“That’s certainly the idea.”
“This whole thing is barbaric as hell.”
I agreed with him. He let out a very long, very deep breath and took a seat next to me in the press box. We sat and stared out at the empty stadium for a good long while, until his phone rang and he was urgently needed. He walked me to the parking level and offered his hand. I shook it before driving back to Boston and Government Center to see my old pal Tom Co
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There was Irish folk music and Gui
“I apologize that I misread you last time, Spenser,” he said. “I was wrong.”
“Yes,” I said. “You were. About a great many things.”
He smiled and laughed as if I’d been joking. His big florid face had a certain hound-dog quality that was difficult to describe. But he definitely had the look of a boozer, broken blood vessels in his cheeks and the whites of his eyes. He had on another Men’s Wearhouse special, charcoal pinstripe, and a dress shirt with a very long, unbuttoned collar. His purple and yellow tie was clipped to his shirt with an American flag pin. I resisted the urge to salute.
We drank.
I said, “I heard you’ve pulled out of the Heywood house.”
Co
“Don’t take it personally,” I said. “If he fucked anyone, it was his own family.”
Ice cubes rattled in his glass. He shook it more to chill the whiskey.
“Our talk with him the other night was to explain things,” he said. “I wanted him to know the precarious situation, not to go vigilante.”
“He interpreted that to mean that he wouldn’t see his child again.”
“Did we fucking say that?” Co
The bar was completely empty at four p.m. If we stuck around until five, drinks were only two bucks each. I hoped I would not be sitting around with Tom Co
“Did you give up on Kevin Murphy?” I said.
“That moron didn’t do it.”
“My feelings, too,” I said. “I guess I had higher hopes for him.”
“He was bringing Heywood’s wife some blow and she wouldn’t pay up for it,” he said. “His crazy wife said it was true and I asked her why she hadn’t let her husband know about this when he pulled that gun. I mean, he could have killed someone right there.”
“How I entered the picture,” I said.
“Now we have nothing,” he said. “You can’t trace the demands. And a paid ransom is always a great starting point. We could have followed the money. Whether the child died or not, we would have had some direct contact. We could stake out the drop without them even knowing.”
I nodded.
“It’s done,” he said. “The kid is dead.”
“So you’re quitting?”
“We’re not quitting, but since our victim’s father has put a bounty on the kidnappers, I have to think about the best use of my resources. You know, we do have other major crimes in Boston.”
“I have heard as much.”
“What about you?” he said, nodding to the bartender. She poured him more whiskey while a sad Irish ballad played from the jukebox. The Irish side of me wanted to join in and sing a few verses, had I known them.
“I’m still on the case.”
Co
“This was an orchestrated business deal,” I said. “The kid was taken for money.”
Co