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nbsp; “And nobody ever asked why.”

“Probably because everybody knew why,” Joe remarked.

“Probably. Anyway, he hasn’t been seen around his Biloxi apartment since Thursday evening. But the car registered to him is still in the parking lot.”

“Rental?”

“None leased in his name.”

Joe hadn’t expected there to be. Mickey would have had someone under the radar who supplied him with a vehicle when he went to a job.

“I did hear from Morrow,” Hicks said, “but don’t get excited. Deputies canvassed Jordie Bennett’s neighborhood. One lady noticed an unfamiliar car parked at the end of the street yesterday. In a nutshell, all she remembers is that it was dark in color and had four wheels.”

Joe chuffed.

“There might have been two men inside. She couldn’t say with any degree of certainty.”

Law enforcement agencies in Louisiana and surrounding states were on the lookout for Shaw Kinnard and Jordie Bennett, but they didn’t even know what kind of vehicle to be looking for or in which direction Kinnard was headed. So far no sightings had been reported even by the crazies who routinely reported they’d seen Elvis and Osama bin Laden.

“Agents have been interviewing Ms. Bennett’s employees and friends with whom she keeps in touch,” Hick said. “All went hysterical when told of her disappearance and probable abduction. None were helpful, but they sing the same chorus. It must have to do with her brother and Billy Panella.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Joe groused. “Anybody contact Jackson Terrell?”

“He was reached by phone at a ritzy wellness spa in Colorado. Woke him up, and he wasn’t alone.”

“New girlfriend?”

“New wife. They got married several months ago.”

“Guess we weren’t invited.”

“Guess not.”

“But he’s not mooning over his breakup with Jordie Bennett.”

“Apparently not. Can’t speak for her, though.”

Joe thought about it and came to the conclusion that they had zilch. No leads, false or otherwise, to follow up. They might just as well be in a damn black hole, a situation infuriatingly similar to the last time Shaw Kinnard was their suspect.

As though Hick was reading his mind, he asked, “What was he doing with Mickey Bolden?”

“Mickey was a link to Billy Panella and thirty million dollars, give or take a few mil.” Thoughtfully, he pulled on his lower lip. “Only a guess, but Kinnard probably approached Bolden a while back and laid some groundwork. In the hope of getting to Panella and all that dough, he established a quasi partnership with his trusted hit man.”

“He offered his services.”

“I’m only guessing,” Joe reminded him.

“It feels right, though,” Hick said. “He let Bolden know that he was available for down-and-dirty jobs, then sat back and waited for a call.”

“Which he received on Tuesday.”

“So he sewed up his business in Mexico and hightailed it here.” After a beat, Hick asked, “Do you think he knew who the hit was?”

“He probably assumed it was Josh Bennett.”

“At what point do you think he learned it was his sister instead?”

Joe rubbed his forehead with worry. “I don’t know.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, noticed that it was greasy, and realized how badly he needed a shower. Even Hick was looking less than bandbox fresh.



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