“Okay, I’ll bite. Tell me about Marin’s itinerary.”
“He flew from Oklahoma City to Toronto. Stayed a
night and a day. Then flew Toronto to Houston, rented
a car and drove to Amarillo.”
“Fascinating. You wanna tell me what he ate for
breakfast, too? He a bacon guy, or sausage?”
Mal laughed. “How about I tell you that the kid was
with him the entire time?”
Dagan sat straighter in the chair. “Thatisfascinating.”
“Gets better. I got a witness, a young Setnakht recruit, Marie Matheson. She remembers seeing Lokan
walking into the temple just as a little blond girl was
walking out. She says he stopped and ruffled the kid’s
hair. Marie claims the kid looked all friendly and
pleased to see him, that she hugged him.”
“What the fuck?”
“That was my exact reaction. Wanna bet that kid
was the mysterious, missing Dana?”
“I don’t make losing bets. You got anything else?”
“Your guy, Joe Marin, he flew in to Toronto the
same day as his brother and Dana.”
“Alastor has a Toronto parking stub I lifted off Joe
Marin—”
“I’ll check with him. I’m betting the dates match.”
“So we have the Marin brothers, the Setnakhts, this
missing kid, Dana and Lokan, all in Toronto…”
“A fucking party,” Mal agreed.
“Two days and a night…not long, but long enough.
My gut’s telling me they’re all connected to Lokan’s
murder.”
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