“Do you want me to take her body somewhere?” asked Cliff.
“No. Leave it. With any luck, someone will think they killed her. We have someone else we can pry information from.”
Except Greene didn’t have the information either. He knew only as much as Lawrence knew. Jordan was related to the man that killed his father. Now, he had an opportunity to find out more, so much more, if the radio ghost was to be believed.
“I’ve left a message for the radio man,” said Cliff staring at his boss. “I’ll let you know when he calls back.” Lawrence nodded.
“I want to meet at the warehouse location. No witnesses, no security on duty. We’re going to end this.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Mike, Moose, U-Jin, Sebastian, and Leif waited at the corporate house in Alexandria for the Jordan crew who should be arriving soon. Years ago, the family realized that they were spending a lot of time in D.C., and it would be better if they owned their home for larger groups.
If just a few were going to be in the city, they stayed at a hotel close to all the excitement. For Moose, this was as close as he wanted to be to the madness of D.C.
“Is there any leftover Chinese?” asked Sebastian.
“That is not Chinese food,” frowned U-Jin.
“Okay, the food we got from the Chinese restaurant. Is there any left?” grinned Sebastian.
“Yes. Plenty,” said U-Jin. “We will order Korean from my favorite restaurant for dinner tonight. I won’t eat that swill again.”
“Dude, you’re so hard on the local food,” laughed Moose.
“It’s not authentic. At least make it authentically,” said U-Jin.
“It seems to me I’ve eaten American food in Asian countries and it wasn’t very well prepared,” said Sebastian. “In fact, I ate barbecue while in South Korean and it was terrible!”
“It was Korean barbecue!” growled U-Jin. Sebastian just laughed, shrugging his shoulders.
“I do agree with U-Jin about one thing. Ethnic food should be prepared in an authentic manner and served the way it was supposed to be served. Don’t tamper down the spice or some other ingredient just because you think we won’t like it. I would also say, it should be against the law to have American fast-food restaurants in the middle of historic European and Asian cities.”
“Bravo,” nodded U-Jin. “I remember seeing an American coffee shop in the inside of the Forbidden City. Can you imagine what Zhu Di would think of that if he were alive?”
“Well, I don’t suppose it makes America’s indigenous people happy to see what we’ve done either,” said Moose. “I’m not always the most understanding and kind man but I don’t intentionally try to piss off ethnic groups.”
When the door opened, Christopher, Patrick, Wes, Marc, Quinn, Finn, River, and Cole stepped inside with a soft layer of snow covering their heads.
“Why is it so fucking cold here?” growled Finn.
“Because it’s winter and there’s an arctic storm,” laughed Moose. He continued to laugh, as did the others and River frowned at them.
“Why are you laughing at us?”
“Because if I didn’t know you bastards, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between any of you! It’s fucking scary.”
“It’s no different than seeing the Robicheauxs standing in a line,” said Quinn. “If you lined them up, staring with Gaspar, Miller, Antoine, Gabriel, Raphael, Baptiste, Luc, Alec, Jean, Remy, Robbie, all of ‘em all the way to the great-great-grandkids. Every single one of those bastards looks the same.”
“I think it was an intentional thing on the part of Matthew and Irene,” said Leif.
“You think they were somehow intentionally able to create children that looked identical to one another?” asked U-Jin.
“I think with the two of them as parents, anything is possible. I don’t put anything past them and I don’t discount any possibility,” said Sebastian. “We’re all very fortunate that we’re part of this wild and crazy bunch.”
“How is Priscilla?” asked Moose.
“She’s doing okay. Struggling a bit with what she’s learned of her father. Sor and Garr are keeping her occupied with those unsolved cases. There’s definitely something suspicious with the sunken cargo ship.”
