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The 6:20 Man(24)

Author:David Baldacci

“I . . . I couldn’t believe what was happening.”

“So what happened to them?”

“I called an ambulance, like you told me to.”

“And the police?”

“I didn’t say I called the cops.”

“Someone sure as hell would have.”

“Okay, the cops did show up, but I sort of snuck away before that.”

“Before you ‘snuck’ away, are you sure you didn’t tell anybody my name?”

She looked surprised at the inquiry. “No, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not? What does it matter to you?”

“Boy, you sure don’t make it easy for someone to like you.”

He composed himself and reloaded. Just dial it down, Travis. You need info and she can provide it.

“I do appreciate you not giving my name away and for warning me about the sneak attack by Rick. But when those guys’ egos act up on them and they get all pissy, they could go to the cops with a whole different angle, where they were the victims instead of being merely stupid and alcohol fueled.”

“I guess they might.”

He stared down at her. She looked very small in her two-inch satin pumps. And he looked very big in his cheap suit.

“Why were you asking all those questions about Sara?”

“Because she’s dead and I was curious,” he replied.

“Curious about what? She killed herself.”

Devine said, “Curious about why she did it. It’s happened before at Cowl. Four years ago. The guy had just been fired via the ever-so-personal email torpedo. And his fiancée gave him the ring back when she found out. So the guy ate a round from a gun he bought illegally two hours later.”

“How did you find all that out?” she said, looking both puzzled and worried.

“Come on, these days can anyone actually have a secret that someone else can’t find out about with a few computer clicks?”

“And do you have secrets?” she said aggressively.

“A ton of them. And at some point, they’ll come back to bury me.”

They may already have.

This statement seemed to take her aback. He decided to change tactics and show he actually had some empathy.

“Look, Jennifer, I’m not proud of what happened at that bar. While I was trained by the Army to do it, I don’t like wrecking guys. I gave them multiple chances to walk away and they just wouldn’t do it. But I would have much preferred it never happened.”

“Why were you at the bar?”

“If you want the truth, I saw you go in. I wanted to talk to you about Sara. She was really nice to me, and I’m beyond bewildered that she would have killed herself. I mean, she had everything to live for, unless I’m missing something.”

Stamos was quiet for a few moments. “Are you going straight home, or can we get a bite to eat and maybe have a drink? I thought we could talk. You know. About Sara . . . and stuff.”

He looked at his watch. It was not yet 6 p.m. They let you off early on Saturday, or so they said. Actually, he’d just walked out. There were other newbies up there still analyzing away, writing reports to later be trashed, terrified to leave their seats until the coast was truly clear. Which would, in truth, be never.

“I’m always game for a beer. And talking about Sara might be good for both of us.”

“There’s a place I know down by the water.”

He loosened the skinny tie he’d bought online for three bucks. Then he held out his hand in the direction of the harbor. “After you.”

CHAPTER

16

THEY SAT OUTSIDE AND TOOK in views of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island set over churning, brackish water. The weather was nice, if humid. A storm might be rolling in as storms often did this time of year after the day’s buildup of heat. It was Mother Nature’s way of venting. They were sitting under an umbrella, but the sun had long since passed over them and was starting its drop into the western horizon, where it would later flame the sky into an alchemy of red and gold. When Devine was in the Middle East he never tired of that sight for one reason: He wasn’t sure he’d be alive to see it again.

Stamos ordered chips and guac and a margarita. Devine had a Budweiser.

“They have a lot of good IPAs here,” she pointed out, eyeing his can of beer.

He drank his drink and said, “Bud is fine with me right now.”

“You had a Sapporo last night.”

“That was because last night I was fine with Sapporo.”

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