LEE CHILD. KILLING FLOOR

`It don’t need much brains to figure it out,’ she said. `In three years he paid cash for two houses,

two lots of furniture, cars, God knows what. And this place wasn’t cheap, either. We got lawyers and doctors and all sorts living here. And he had enough saved so he didn’t have to work at all since last September. If he did all that on the level, then I’m the First Lady, right?’

She was giving us a defiant stare. She’d known about it all along. She’d known what would happen when he was found out. She was challenging us to deny her the right to blame him.

`Who was his big contract with?’ Roscoe asked her.

`Some outfit called Island Air-conditioning,’ she said. `He spent three years hauling air conditioners. Taking them down to Florida. Maybe they went on to the islands, I don’t know. He used to steal them. There’s two old boxes in the garage right now. Want to see?’

She didn’t wait for a reply. Just jumped up and stalked out. We followed. We all went down some back stairs and through a basement door. Into a garage. It was empty except for a couple of old cartons dumped against a wall. Cardboard cartons, could have been a year or two old. Marked with a manufacturer’s logo. Island Airconditioning, Inc. This End Up. The sealing tape was torn and hanging off. Each box had a long serial number written on by hand. Each box must have held a single unit. The sort you jam in your window frame, makes a hell of a noise. Judy glared at the boxes and glared at us. It was a glare which said: I gave him a gold watch and he gave me a shitload of worry.

I walked over and looked at the cartons. They were empty. I smelled a faint, sour odour in them. Then we went back upstairs. Judy got an album

out of a cupboard. Sat and looked at a photograph of Sherman.

`What happened to him?’ she asked.

It was a simple question. Deserved a simple answer.

`He was shot in the head,’ I lied. `Died instantly.’

Judy nodded. Like she wasn’t surprised. `When?’ she asked.

`On Thursday night,’ Roscoe told her. `At midnight. Did he say where he was going on Thursday night?’

Judy shook her head.

`He never told me much,’ she said.

`Did he ever mention meeting an investigator?’ Roscoe asked.

Judy shook her head again.

`What about Pluribus?’ I asked her. `Did he ever use that word?’

She looked blank.

`Is that a disease?’ she said. `Lungs or something?’

`What about Sunday?’ I said. `This Sunday coming? Did he ever say anything about that?’

`No,’ Judy said. `He never said much about anything.’

She sat and stared at the photographs in the album. The room was quiet.

`Did he know any lawyers in Florida?’ Roscoe asked her.

`Lawyers?’ Judy said. `In Florida? Why should he?’

`He was arrested in Jacksonville,’ Roscoe said. `Two years ago. It was a traffic violation in his truck. A lawyer came to help him out.’

Judy shrugged, like two years ago was ancient history to her.

`There are lawyers sniffing everywhere, right?’ she said. `No big deal.’

`This guy wasn’t an ambulance-chaser,’ Roscoe said. `He was a partner in a big firm down there. Any idea how Sherman could have gotten hold of him?’

Judy shrugged again.

`Maybe his employer did it,’ she said. `Island Air-conditioning. They gave us good medical insurance. Sherman let me go to the doctor, any old time I needed to.’

We all went quiet. Nothing more to say. Judy sat and gazed at the photographs in the album.

`Want to see his picture?’ she said.

I walked around behind her chair and bent to look at the photograph. It showed a sandy, ratfaced man. Small, slight, with a grin. He was standing in front of a yellow panel van. Grinning and squinting at the camera. The grin gave it poignancy.

`That’s the truck he drove,’ Judy said.

But I wasn’t looking at the truck or Sherman Stoller’s poignant grin. I was looking at a figure in the background of the picture. It was out of focus and turned half away from the camera, but I could make out who it was. It was Paul Hubble.

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