Pike said, "The hat?" "Still there, in front of the taco stand like you said." "Mm." "I'm thinking I'll go in alone, while you keep an eye on the hat." "What about the brothers?" "I'll feel them out. They may not even know what their father was doing." Pike turned away without another word, slipped into his Jeep, and left. Mr. Small Talk. Sixty-five seconds later, I parked on the street across from the gate, and no one except the hat man paid attention as I walked to the little office. The young guy washing the wrecker kept washing while an older man I hadn't seen before climbed aboard a light wheel-lifter, and backed past me toward the street. Off to help a stranded motorist. I couldn't see Pike and didn't know where he was, but neither did they. Especially the hat in the Subaru. Cold
( Robert Crais )
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