COLE STOPPED by his office that morning to pick up the calling logs before heading on to stay with the girl. His friend at the phone company had faxed twenty-six pages of outgoing and incoming phone numbers, some of which were identified, but many of which were not. Cole would have to go through the numbers one by one, but the girl would probably help. Cole liked the girl. She was funny and smart and laughed at his jokes. All the major food groups. When he let himself in, she was stretched out on the couch, watching TV with the iPod plugged in her ears. Cole said, "How can you watch TV and listen to that at the same time?" She wiggled his iPod. "Did they stop making music in 1990?" You see? Funny. "I have to make a couple of calls, then I want you to help me with something." She sat up, interested. "What?" "Phone numbers. We have to build a phone tree tracing the calls to and from the phones Pike found. We'll trace the calls from phone to phone until we identify someone who can help us find Vahnich. Sound like fun?" "No." "It's like connect the dots. Even you can do it." She gave him the finger. Cole thought she was great.
( Robert Crais )
[ The Watchman ]
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