10:59 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
100. do I need to repeat myself??? Ok 100. 100!!!
11:04 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
dont be parinoid beachhouse is good for u, outside open sand, people all around what could happen?
11:08 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
leave pch gate open by 7:30 that’s p.m. tonite!!! don’t come till 7:45. leave garage door open so I see you’re not there first. or badwig. low tide is around 8. come to the tideline not later than 8:10. use big trader joes bag. paper. wrap $$$ in saran for wet. bring all of it!!!!
11:12 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
take time to get fiftyk but probly ok. if delay can i reach u same eml?
11:16 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
fifty? LOL. hundred. no excuses.
11:21 a.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
ur being hardass. sixty best I can do cleaning me out. not like u all hardass what’s wrong???
11:29 a.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
don’t like sixty. deserve more but ok i just want away what’s wrong? you ask that? LOL. MEGA LOL!!!!
12:05 p.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
no LOL here. i care. take care of u.
12:11 p.m. PDT
From: rivrboat38
To: hardbod2673
best take care is $$$. no more talk.
12:14 p.m. PDT
From: hardbod2673
To: rivrboat38
talk helps everything will be ok promise we still good right?
Cybersilence.
CHAPTER 40
Moe Reed explained.
Sitting behind a rough-edged, smoked-glass-slab desk, Aaron Fox listened.
Fox’s office was hermetically silent.
Milo had directed Reed to sum up the situation, maybe as part of training the younger detective.
Or, was there a chance he wanted to get the brothers talking?
No sense conjecturing; he’d never admit it.
Fox remained expressionless. When Reed finished, he said, “Murderous little bitch. I knew she was bad news but not that bad. You’re sure Huck’s up to it?”
Reed said, “We’re not, but he says yes.”
“And that’s worth something?”
“He’s what we’ve got, Aaron, and we’ll be watching, okay? She’s the one suggested the beach, it really is an open spot.”
Fox said, “It’s open all right, but what’s to stop her from paying him off, then having him followed?”
“If she does, we’ll be ready.”
Fox tamped down the collar of a white-on-white silk shirt. “Another possibility is Weir positions himself on the deck of the house with a nightscope rifle and nails the poor sucker. Shots synchronize with the incoming tide, noise wipes out the sound.”
Reed said, “We’ll be watching Weir’s office and the house. He shows up there, we reevaluate.”
Not mentioning Robin’s call to Weir’s office, claiming to be a prospective client. The secretary taking her bogus name and volunteering that Mr. Weir was in meetings all day, she’d be sure he got the message.
Fox said, “Reevaluate as in call it off?”
“Reevaluate as in reevaluate.”
“ La Costa ’s private sand, Moses. How’re you going to get access?”
Reed’s neck swelled. “All of a sudden you’re Dudley Downer?”
“I’m a realist, bro. Leads to longevity.”
“We got access from a neighbor. Our watch car’ll be stationed across PCH. Everything’s covered. This is the plan, Aaron. Up to you.”
Fox ran a finger around the circumference of a silver-disk desk clock. “It’s already four, what’s to say Weir hasn’t gotten there and hunkered down?”
Milo said, “We’re on it, Aaron.”
