Get Back Jack by Diane Capri Read Free Book Online

her apartment when she’s not there?”
    Silver raised his head this time, stared straight at Kim. Frowned. “That would be up to her, but yes, she could arrange to receive deliveries when she’s away.”
    “You said she accepts visitors when she’s not here, too, right?”
    “Those are her orders. But you’re only the second visitors she’s had this time.”
    Gaspar’s eyes met hers. She nodded.
    “Was the first visitor an exceptionally big man?” Gaspar asked. Kim held her breath. Reacher could have been here, she knew. But she’d been hoping he hadn’t.
    Silver wagged his head back and forth. “Not that I saw. I’m only here on the day shift, but I remember a man and a woman. Maybe a week ago? I can search for their names if you want.”
    When neither Gaspar nor Kim replied, he turned his attention to the keyboard once again. “Don’t ask me why visitor names aren’t recorded in a searchable database. I’ve gone back two weeks and haven’t found the Reliable guy yet. But the other two were here on November sixth. Mr. & Mrs. Edwards.”
    “Any chance you’ve got surveillance photos of all three of these visitors?” Kim asked. “And any others looking for Ms. Dixon during her absence?”
    “I can get that for you, but it’ll take me a couple of hours to pull it together.”
    Kim tried not to groan. She’d planned to be out of New York before nightfall. Best laid plans.
    “Tenants don’t provide you with specific dates when they’re planning a long-term absence?” Gaspar asked.
    “Optional. Ms. Dixon usually doesn’t. We don’t do any security monitoring on the residence floors.” A moment later, he glanced up, clearly pleased with his efforts. “Okay. Here we go. The messenger’s name is Downing and I’ve got a cell number for him as well as for the Reliable office he works from, but no street address.”
    Gaspar took both numbers and the name and placed the calls while Silver continued looking for the names of the other couple.
    “No answer,” Gaspar said.
    “Why am I not surprised,” Kim deadpanned. She pulled out her business card and handed it to Silver. “Give me a call when you have those photos. Or if the messenger comes back.” She turned her gaze out into the darkness. Streetlights glistened off the steadily falling sleet. “And can you call us a cab?”
    “I’ll start on the photos as soon as my replacement gets here at six so I can leave the desk. Shouldn’t take too long. I’ll probably have them by seven or so. I can e-mail or text them to you at this number?”
    Kim nodded.
    Silver said, “But you’ll never get a cab out there tonight in this weather. We’ve got a car service. Can we drop you somewhere?”
    “Grand Central Station,” Kim said. “We should be able to get out of the city from there after we have a bite to eat.”
    Silver wagged his head again. “You’d be better off staying the night. Flights have been delayed all day and the storm has been getting worse. Temperatures are falling, too. They’ll probably close the airports in an hour if they haven’t already.”
    Great, Kim thought. That’s just perfect.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Thursday, November 11
    5:45 p.m.
    New York City
     
    Kim’s toes had finally begun to thaw. Settled at a back table inside The Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station, she and Gaspar were on their third cups of hot coffee and working their way through bowls of steaming clam chowder.
    She was tempted to book rooms upstairs at the Grand Hyatt, buy new clothes, and figure out the rest tomorrow, but they’d optimistically booked a flight back to DC at 9:45 p.m. instead. Storm gods willing, they’d actually be asleep in a somewhat familiar DC hotel before midnight and have clean clothes tomorrow. She’d collect her laptop and have access to secure files as well. For now, she wanted to eat and figure out what the hell to do next while they waited for Colonel Silver to send the photos he’d promised and for the storm to