The Fallen (Amos Decker #4)(100)

Decker looked at the powder. “Do you think the plan is to make pills from the powder?”

“That would be my guess. Which means this powder is going to a pill press operation probably somewhere close by. I mean, why else ship the stuff to a place like this?”

“How much space would it need?”

“You can do it in your bedroom, or the back room of a legit business. But they would need to bring in equipment. That would include a pill press, quarter-or half-ton or bigger, depending on your output requirements. A quarter-ton unit can produce three or four thousand pills an hour. And you need people to process and package the stuff. You have to be careful while handling it. I’ve had local cops go in on drug busts and touch the fentanyl without using gloves. Next thing you know they’re on the floor turning blue. It’s that dangerous.”

“Well, there are a lot of empty buildings around here. In fact, I was thinking about the empty house where your two guys were found. With a whole house, you could probably have a bunch of pill presses going. And that would explain why the power was turned on even though no one was living there.”

Kemper’s eyes widened. “You think?”

“Like I told you before, they probably had a drone flying over the street that night.”

“Yeah, but you never told me why.”

“I think maybe they were moving out equipment and then moving in the bodies. And they wanted to make sure no one was watching or coming that way. Best way to check for that was by aerial surveillance. And that’s what drones can do really well.”

“Then we need to go over the space again, to see if they left behind any trace of a pill press operation.”

“I’d check the house next door too, where I shot Brian Collins. That place is empty as well. And has the electricity turned on too.”

“And the old man who lived across the street?”

“Dan Bond might have heard something and they needed to get rid of him. They probably picked that street because it was nearly empty. In fact, only three people lived there, including him. And Fred Ross is the father of the guy with all the drugs.”

“So what’s your suggestion? Do we go in and bust Ted Ross?”

“We bust him, chances are good everybody else gets away. And you can’t get a search warrant based on what I told you, because I had no probable cause to do what I did today in his office.”

“But when he checks his stash, won’t he know a bottle is missing?”

“He might think they just shortchanged him. But we’ll need to watch him. If it looks like he’s on to it, we’ll need to pick him up.”

“Okay, I’ll get people on that. What are you going to do?”

“We know the endgame here now—drugs. Now I just have to find the rest of the pieces.”

“Do you think all the other murders are tied to this?”

“Yes, I do. But there might be something else going on here.”

“Like what?”

“As soon as I know, I’ll tell you.”





Chapter 57



I TAKE IT you couldn’t make bail?”

It was the next day and Decker and Jamison were sitting across from John Baron in the visitors’ room at the Baronville jail.

Decker had told Jamison what he had found in Ted Ross’s office and about his meeting with Agent Kemper.

Baron was in a white prison jumpsuit. He was unshaven and his hair was in disarray. He looked like he hadn’t slept much.

“That’s right.”

“No, that’s not right. Cindi Riley tried to post bail for you after your hearing but you refused.”

“It’s not her problem. She hired me a lawyer. She shouldn’t have to waste more of her money on me.”

“Very noble of you,” said Decker. “But I don’t think nobleness is going to get you out of this. But the truth might.”

Baron said sharply, “Meaning I’ve lied to you? I’ve admitted that.”

“I’m not necessarily talking about you. I’m speaking more generally.”

“So why are you here, then, generally speaking?”

“It’s pretty clear to me that Bradley Costa came to town because he thought he knew where a treasure left behind by your namesake was located.”

“And I thought I made it very clear that I don’t believe that there is a treasure. It would have been found by now.”

“But let’s assume there is a treasure, just for argument’s sake.”

Baron sighed, sat back in the molded plastic chair, and said, “Okay, it’s not like I have anything else to do right now.”

“If the treasure is located on your property somewhere, it would be difficult for someone to go up there and take it, I would imagine.”

“Depends on what it was.”

“I don’t think we’re talking paper. That would degrade over time. And I think your namesake would have wanted something that would be around for the long haul.”

“Why would he care? He’d be dead.”

“Because he was a son of a bitch,” said Decker. “He didn’t want his family getting his money. In fact, a letter I read from Nigel Nottingham to his son said that your ancestor considered his children unworthy of his fortune.”