“Take my word for it, it’s exactly the same thing,” Sloan said. And, “Buck and a half to me? I’m gone.”
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LUCAS’S PHONEbuzzed in his pant pocket and he slid his chair back and looked at the screen: Rae Givens.
“I gotta take it,” he told the others.
He stepped away from the table, put a finger in his off ear, and said, “Rae. What’s up, sweetheart?”
“You been reading about the bodies coming out of the woods in Louisiana?”
“Yeah, in the newspapers,” he said. “Four dead, right?”
“Five, as of an hour ago, could be more. Probably more.”
“Are you and Bob involved?”
“Yeah. We spotted the graves, but we’re on the fringe of it for the moment,” she said. “We got FBI like a rat’s got fleas. We need you to use some of your political shine to get involved and take us along for the ride. Me and Bob.”
“Any reason why I should?” Lucas asked.
“He’s major, Lucas. A bad dude, the kind you like. I don’t think the FBI is gonna find him,” Rae said. “They’re way too zone defense and we need a man-to-man. We need somebody chasing him down, not circulating bulletins around the places he might be.”
“Five dead makes it more interesting...”
“How about this? He ate them,” Rae said. “We think he barbecued them on his home grill. We found a woman’s body—a girl, really—with the muscle taken out of her lower back. And we found some unburnt fat in the grill with human DNA.”
“What?”
“He’s a fuckin’ cannibal, man,” Rae said. “Don’t go telling anybody, it hasn’t leaked out yet.”
“Huh. Any idea where he’s gone?”
“No. But get your slow white ass down here before the musical chairs stop. We need a chair if we’re gonna do this,” Rae said.
“Bob’s in?”
“He’s standing right here next to me and he’s already been emailing back and forth with Washington. He wanted me to call because, you know, I’m better-looking, and he knows that’s important to you.”
“Let me make some calls tomorrow morning,” Lucas said. “Who’s the agent in charge at the scene?”
“A guy named Tremanty. I gotta tell you, he’s cute.”
“Spell it.”
“C-U-T-E.” She laughed, said, “I slay myself,” and then spelled out the name: “T-r-e-m-a-n-t-y.”
Lucas told her he’d get back before noon the next day. When she’d rung off, Lucas went back to the table, and Flowers asked, “What was all that about?”
“That killer guy down in Louisiana? You know, where they’re digging up the bodies? Turns out he ate some of the victims,” Lucas said, ignoring Rae’s warning about leaks.
Shrake: “Say what?”
“Barbecued them.”
Jenkins: “Do they know what kind of rub he used?”
“Not yet, apparently,” Lucas said.
