Zero Day (John Puller, #1)(62)
“How long will you be gone to D.C.?” she asked.
“Not sure. Depends on what I find out. But not longer than a couple of days.”
“Any word from your fancy lab in Atlanta?”
“Nothing on the briefcase and laptop. They just got the other items. They’re good, but they need some time. I’ll check in with them today and fill you in on what if anything they’ve found out.”
“How about that soil testing company in Ohio?”
“They open at zero-nine. So at zero-nine I plan to hit my speed dial.”
“They may not tell you much without a court order.”
“Maybe not. But we can get a court order.”
Cole said nothing. She just drank her coffee and looked around at the other patrons of the Crib.
Puller studied her. “You never answered my question about Randy and the death threats.”
“I guess you didn’t have to be a world-class detective to figure that one.”
“Parents killed by Trent. Probably how Randy sees it. He lashes out at the SOB. So he sent the earlier threats. You investigated and found out the source. You dealt with it and don’t want to talk about it further.”
“That’s a pretty good read.”
“Okay, now here’s the question. Is he the source of these new threats?”
“Don’t think so.”
“But you’re not absolutely sure?”
“I’ve been a cop long enough to know that anybody can be violent if given the right motivation.”
“You want me to talk to him?”
She shook her head. “Puller, that is not your investigation. You are here for one reason only.”
“How do you know it’s not connected to what happened to the Reynoldses? And that is my turf.”
“How could it be?”
“I don’t know. That’s why we investigate stuff. Will you let me talk to him?”
“I’ll think about it. But I don’t even know where he is right now.”
“How does he support himself? Other than the money your parents left?”
“He works odd jobs.”
“Does Roger think Randy’s behind the new threats? Is that why he called you directly?”
“Probably,” she admitted.
“When does Trent get back into town?”
“I don’t know. I don’t keep the man’s calendar.”
“I think this morning would be a good time to go to the office where Molly Bitner worked and ask some questions.”
“You really think there’s a connection between them and the Reynoldses? I mean aside from them maybe seeing something.”
“That’s what we have to find out. But for the record, I don’t really believe in coincidences.”
They both turned to the plate glass window as a pale silver Mercedes SL600 pulled up in front of the Crib. The top was down and the occupants were clearly revealed.
“Speak of the devil,” said Puller. “That’s your sister driving and your brother riding shotgun.”
CHAPTER
44
AS JEAN TRENT AND RANDY COLE walked into the Crib, heads at every table turned their way. Jean Trent was dressed in a short dark blue skirt, white sleeveless blouse, and three-inch heels, and her hair, despite the open-top ride in the Benz, looked lovely and her makeup was expertly applied. It was a wave of glamour pouring into the Crib that probably left everyone there, from the working class to the office dwellers, slightly lightheaded. It was as though a movie star had decided to breakfast in Drake, West Virginia.
She smiled and waved to folks at various tables. Randy had none of his cocksure manner from the night before. He slouched and studied the floor. He wore dirty jeans, a white T-shirt with an Aerosmith silkscreen, and a lousy attitude on his features.
Puller studied the pair before rising and waving to them.
“Jean? Over here. We have room.”
“For Chrissakes, Puller,” hissed Cole.
He looked down at her. “You don’t want to catch some more family time?”
Jean and Randy headed toward them. Puller got up so Jean could slide into the booth, and then he sat back down. Randy settled in beside his other sister.
Cole said, “Were you at the gravesites last night? Pretty sure I saw you.”
“Law against it?” her brother mumbled.
Jean said, “I corralled our wayward brother when I was driving into town. Convinced him a meal with his big sister wasn’t a fate worse than death.” She eyed him. “And you look like you could use some meat on your bones,” she added. “You hardly touched your dinner last night.”
“What were you doing at the gravesite?” Cole asked.
“What were you doing there?” he shot back.
“Paying my respects.”
“So was I. You got a damn problem with that?”
“Okay. You don’t have to get all pissed off.”
He looked around. “Can we order some breakfast? I’m hungry.” He rubbed his head.
“Headaches again?” asked Puller.
“What’s it to you?” Randy snapped.
“Just asking. Maybe some food will help.”
Puller raised his hand and waved the waitress over.