suspect.
One Hundred and Nineteen
It was the middle of the night by the time Hunter finished all the paperwork. He went downstairs and placed everything on Captain Blake’s desk, ready for her the next morning.
His cellphone rang in his pocket and he reached for it.
‘Detective Hunter.’
‘Robert, it’s Alice.’
Hunter had been so busy filling out reports, he hadn’t seen Alice pack all her things and leave hours earlier.
‘I’m just calling to say that it was nice seeing you again,’ she said. ‘And that it was quite an experience working with you.’
‘Yeah, it was great seeing you again too.’
‘Even though you didn’t remember me at all.’
Hunter was quiet for a couple of seconds. ‘Hey, you’re not going to be a stranger, are you? You’re still working for the Los Angeles DA, right?’
‘Yeah, I’m still working for the DA.’
Awkward silence.
Hunter checked his watch. ‘Are you busy? Would you like to go get a drink?’
‘Now?’ The surprise in Alice’s voice wasn’t due to the late hour.
‘Yeah. I’m almost done here. And I could really use a drink.’
Hesitation.
‘And the company,’ Hunter added.
‘Yes, I’d love to get a drink.’
Hunter smiled. ‘How about we meet at the Edison in the Higgins Building on 2nd and Main?’
‘Yes, I know the place. Give me half an hour?’
‘See you there.’ Hunter disconnected.
Outside the PAB, Hunter paused at the corner of South Broadway and West 1st Street, and observed the traffic for a moment. He touched the flesh wounds on his cheek, before looking down at the envelope he had in his hands. It was addressed to Michelle Howard, the Chief Editor for the
Hunter hadn’t told Garcia, Captain Blake, Alice or anyone else about the recording device Olivia had given him. He retrieved the device from his pocket and stared at it for a long moment before placing it inside the envelope, sealing it, and dropping it inside the postbox he was standing in front of.
Now his job was done.
He started walking towards 2nd and Main.
