The Coffin Dancer (Lincoln Rhyme 2)

"That's Ron Talbot, right?"

"Yes."

"Would he know about the financial condition of the Company?"

"Sure. As much as the lawyers and accountants. More than me."

"Could you call him, ask him to come down here as soon as possible?"

"I suppose I could. He was at the cemetery. He's probably home by now. I'll call him."

"And, Sachs?" he said, turning to her, "We've got another crime scene. I need you to search it. As fast as possible."

Rhyme looked over the big man coming through the doorway, wearing a dark blue suit. It was shiny and had the color and cut of a uniform about it. Rhyme supposed it was what he'd worn when he flew.

Percey introduced them.

"So you got that son of a bitch," Talbot grumbled. "Think he'll get the chair?"

"I collect the trash," Rhyme said, pleased as always when he could think up a melodramatic line. "What the DA does with it is up to him. Did Percey tell you we've had trouble with the evidence implicating Hansen?"

"Yeah, she said something about that. The evidence he dumped was fake

? Why'd he do that?"

"I think I can answer that, but I need some more information. Percey tells me you know the Company pretty well. You're a partner, right?"

Talbot nodded, took out a pack of cigarettes, saw no one else was smoking, replaced them in his pocket. He was even more rumpled than Sellitto and it looked as if it had been a long time since he'd been able to button his jacket around his ample belly.

"Let me try this out on you," Rhyme said. "What if Hansen didn't want to kill Ed and Percey because they were witnesses?"

"But then why?" Percey blurted.

Talbot asked, "You mean, he had another motive? Like what?"

Rhyme didn't respond directly. "Percey tells me the Company hasn't been doing well for a while."

Talbot shrugged. "Been a tough couple years. Deregulation, lots of small carriers. Fighting UPS and FedEx. Postal Service too. Margins've shrunk."

"But you still have good--what is that, Fred? You did some white-collar crime work, right? Money that comes in. What's the word for it?"

Dellray snorted a laugh. "Revy-nue, Lincoln."

"You had good revenue."

Talbot nodded. "Oh, cash flow's never been a problem. It's just that more goes out than comes in."

"What do you think about the theory that the Dancer was hired to murder Percey and Ed so that the killer could buy the Company at a discount?"

"What company? Ours?" Percey asked, frowning.

"Why would Hansen do that?" Talbot said, wheezing again.

Percey added, "And why not just come to us with a big check? He never even approached us."

"I didn't actually say Hansen," Rhyme pointed out. "The question I asked before was what if Hansen didn't want to kill Ed and Percey? What if it was somebody else?"

"Who?" Percey asked.