The 6:20 Man

“Was the brownstone Carroll Chilton’s and then he sold it to Locust?” said Devine.

Campbell nodded. “From what we could uncover, yes. For three times what it’s worth. And it might have been his grandson who actually sold it.”

Devine and Montgomery exchanged glances. He said, “Maybe I should go check the place out.”

“Maybe you should.”

Devine and Montgomery rose. Devine looked at her and said, “I’ll drop you off at your place in town.”

“I’m going with you.”

“I can’t let you do that, Michelle.”

Campbell said, “He’s right, Ms. Montgomery. That is not possible.”

“Either you let me go, or I’ll just show up there on my own.”

Devine said, “I’m dropping you off. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her arm and dragged her from the room.

When they were outside, she yanked her arm free and said, “Look, you son of a bitch, you can’t tell me what—”

“Shut up and get on the bike. That was for the general’s benefit. You’re coming.”

Montgomery closed her mouth, put on her helmet, and they rode off.