Chapter 6

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Brody showed up at Jon’s apartment around eleven-thirty. Jon was already up, walking back and forth in the living room. He stopped to check under the sofa—again—shaking his head.

“What are you missing?” Brody asked.

“My laptop. I didn’t realize last night that it was gone. And the cops didn’t take it. We were here when they were.”

“Where did you keep it?”

“On the desk. Duh.” Jon pointed. “And you know what else? They didn’t find my cell phone on my…my body.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Remember, I saw the list of what was there, when the detective was making his report. I wonder if he’s smart enough to get that it was missing, and the laptop, or if he thinks I was too poor to have them.” He sighed. “The money says I wasn’t poor. Too bad it wasn’t mine.”

“Meaning you think it was planted in your wallet?”