Chapter 4

Detective Harris was talking to some of his people.

“Nothing in his car,” one of the men said. “The glove compartment’s empty. So’s the trunk, other than the spare tire, a jack, and a lug wrench.”

“There should have been stuff in the glove compartment,” Jon said to Brody. “The usual junk, but…”

“Maybe whoever killed you grabbed whatever was there to go through later. Presuming they were after something they thought you had, or knew.”

“I don’t know anything!” Jon protested. “I’m lucky I remember my name and what I did for a living.”

“Unfortunately—which is not going to help us find your killer. But what about before he killed you?yrdquo;

“Meaning I did know something, or…something?” Jon grimaced. “My language skills suck right now.”

Brody shrugged. “I got what you meant.”