confident swagger, trying not to laugh out loud. 'Jade Marlow, right?' he asked.
'Right,' Jade said, feeling ridiculous for shaking a boy's hand with such severity.
'I want to be in the FBI when I grow up,' Frank said. 'Just like you were. Then I want to quit and work special cases.' He pursed his lips seriously. 'Probably homicide.'
Jade nodded wearily. 'That's great, kid,' he said. 'Good luck.' He turned back to the parents. 'So you have no idea why Steve was over in that area?'
'Not the foggiest,' Len said.
'Hey,' Frank pulled on Jade's sleeve. 'Want to check out Steve's room?'
Jade pulled his arm away, yanking his sleeve from Frank's hand. Frank grabbed it again. 'Hey,' he said loudly.
Jade glared at him and started to speak. But he reminded himself that Frank had just lost a brother, so he held his tongue. Then he noticed that the boy was winking at him.
'Why don't you let me show you Steve's room?' he said again.
The interview with the parents didn't seem to be offering any leads, so Jade figured he'd find out what the kid wanted to tell him. He stood and followed Frank down the hall.
Once the door closed to Steve's room, Frank whirled around and addressed Jade in a deep whisper. 'I know why Steve was at Sutro Heights. He went there to parachute.'
'To parachute?'
'Yeah,' Frank said. 'Free-fall jumping off cliffs. He was crazy about it-did it all the time. It's illegal, so I didn't want to tell Mom and Dad. Might upset them, you know?' He nodded maturely, cueing Jade to agree.
'Are you sure you're not fucking around here, kid? This is an important investigation.'
Frank got on his hands and knees and crawled partially under the bed. He pulled out what appeared to be a parachute pack. 'See?' he said. 'I'm not fucking around.' He really emphasized the words 'fucking around.' Jade could see just how much he enjoyed using them.
'If he was there to jump, then why's his parachute at home?'
Frank waved him off. 'He was a fanatic. Had like four 'chutes.'
'Did he usually parachute alone?'
'Sometimes, I guess, but mostly with a buddy.'
Jade turned the pack over in his hands. 'Well, thanks for the info, kid.'
'No worries. Just don't tell Mom and Dad. They're sort of having a hard time, you know?'
Jade nodded dumbly and turned to leave. When he got to the door, he looked back at Frank. 'How are you doing?' he asked.
'About Steve?'
'Yeah.'
Frank shrugged. 'Okay. He was kind of an asshole.'
Jade bit his lip. 'Fair enough.'
Travers fingered a bullet hole in the side of the passenger door, then climbed in the car. Jade flipped through the radio stations.
'What a weird kid,' she said.
Jade laughed. 'Yeah, you could say that. He thought his brother was in Sutro parachuting.'
'Parachuting?'
'Like jumping-off-cliffs parachuting. Don't ask me, I just work here.'
'That's interesting,' Travers said. 'They didn't find a parachute with the body.'
'Obviously, if it was moved. But now we can cautiously assume he was killed somewhere in the hills.'
Travers laughed. 'Let's do that. Let's cautiously assume, shall we?'
Jade threw the car into drive. 'The kid said his brother didn't usually jump solo, so we might have a missing body.'
'I'll get a list of males from eighteen to, say, twenty-five who've disappeared in the past couple of days. It might be slow because we've got the forty-eight-hour window for reporting missing persons.'
Jade nodded, watching the blur of pavement ahead of the car. Ever since he'd found out about Steve Francis, Jade had been telling himself that there was a good chance it wasn't his gun. There were a lot of. 40s out there, and even if forensics discovered that it was a Glock, there was no shortage of those either. But now that the parachute was a potential lead, he found himself hoping that his gun had killed Steve Francis.
That's how these things progress, he thought. Through bodies.
He pulled out from the curb, and though she tried not to, Travers grabbed the seat to steady herself. 'We're thinking about going door-to-door,' she said. 'Within the neighborhoods you circled.'
Jade shook his head. 'No way. There's too many places. Plus, he's way too smart to get caught with something that obvious. No hope.'
'We're running in circles here. And the clock's ticking.'
Even though her tone was sharp, Jade said nothing. She was right. The clock was ticking. He heard it all the time.
The leads had all been followed as far as he could run with them. Now it came down to waiting. And Jade hated waiting more than anything, especially with a rising body count. He had been straining to think of another proactive strategy, some way to draw Allander in, to turn the chase upside down. But he'd only come up with dead ends. And, as Travers had said, the clock was ticking.
Chapter 51
Wotan pivoted his great black leather chair as he surveyed the files spread on the desk before him. Picking carefully through photographs and notes from headquarters and from Agent Travers, he assessed Marlow's progress, glad to see that Travers had come to recognize the former agent's utility.
It had been difficult, but he had managed to hold the case together for Marlow. He kept the FBI's resources open to him, and he had ordered the squad's full cooperation. Stifling some of the press and police complaints hadn't been quite as easy, since they fell outside his normal jurisdiction, but he had managed.
Wotan never once doubted the wisdom of bringing Marlow in early to handle the situation. Atlasia was worse than a time bomb; he was a disease. He had to be either captured or killed before the damage got out of control.
Wotan's task was to keep the world stitched shut around both of them, to keep Marlow in the chase and in the fight. It wouldn't be so hard now that Atlasia had struck blood within the FBI.
For obvious reasons, Wotan had to find a replacement for McGuire, and had selected Fredericks, one of his senior agents. The other agents understood and no doubt shared the pain felt by McGuire; it was every man's nightmare that his vocation would put his family in harm's way. They wouldn't object to cooperating with Marlow now. Marlow's involvement promised Atlasia's delivery. It virtually guaranteed it. Nobody knew that as well as Wotan.
Wotan shuttled the bullet slug across the tops of his knuckles. It was a holy fight. He had learned that the hard way.
Jade and Travers were exhausted. The dark circles beneath their eyes that usually came and went had taken on a look of permanence.
The enthusiasm Jade had felt at McGuire's house had faded. They had a start on locating Allander, but it was definitely a long shot. Jade had taken to counting all the dark-green houses he drove past. So far, he was up to twenty-three.
Travers pointed to the bold white letters on an exit sign. 'Could get off here to eat. There's a great restaurant a ways back. A little French cafe.'
Jade was quiet.
'I have my beeper in case anyone needs to reach us,' she added.
'They won't,' he said. 'If we're dead-ended, it doesn't bode well for everyone else.'
He flipped on the radio as he took the exit, and clicked through the channels, trying to find a good station. His
