Chapter 144

“By the way, Lieutenant,” Captain Plott said, “whatever happened to your serial murderer for hire?”

“We don’t know for sure where he is now,” I said, “but we know he was in Rio de Janeiro in February.”

“How did you find that out? That is, if it’s not a secret.”

“Pure dumb luck,” I said, and I told him about taping the parade and watching it a couple of months later.

“The FBI determined that an SUV, that had been abandoned in a long-term parking lot at the Orlando Airport, had been leased under a false identity. When the abandoned car was found, the leasing company tried to contact their customer and found that he’d vanished. As it turns out, he’d never really existed. They ran a computer program comparing the photo from the parade with photographs from all passports that had been presented at the airport that weekend and got a hit. The guy flew from Orlando to Madrid and presumably from there to Rio.”

“What can they do about it?” he said.