Hour Game by David Baldacci Read Free Book Online

and numbers of a host of others important to her as well as impressions of her house keys.
    She and her lovely family belong to me now.
    The woman came back to her van, climbed in and drove off. He watched as she sped out of the parking lot, completely unaware that he’d become one of her intimates in the span of a few short minutes. He flicked a good-bye wave to the clueless soccer mom.
Maybe I’ll be seeing you if you’re extremely unlucky.
    He checked his watch: three potentials in less than twenty minutes. He breathed in the fresh air of the prosperous town of Wrightsburg, a town that had suffered a trio of brutal killings in quick succession.
    Well, they hadn’t seen anything yet.

CHAPTER
    9
    T HE W RIGHTSBURG MORGUE WAS LOCATED ON A QUIET treelined street about two miles from the main downtown area. It was housed in part of a small one-story building constructed of brick and glass and had builder-grade landscaping that had flourished with the recent wet weather. It could have housed any type of business. People passing by would never guess it was where dead bodies were brought to be cut open and worked on, to determine what and/or who had killed them. In the space right next to the morgue was a sign proclaiming that Dr. Sylvia Diaz, M.D., also had her medical office there.
    King’s Lexus pulled into the parking lot, and he and Michelle got out. A moment later a police cruiser drove in next to them, and Todd Williams hauled out his large body. He looked very unhappy as he tucked in his shirttail and righted his pistol.
    “Let’s get this over with,” he grunted before storming ahead.
    “What’s with him?” whispered Michelle.
    “I’ll just take a flier and guess he doesn’t like looking at dead bodies.”
    They asked for Sylvia Diaz at the front desk. The receptionist made a phone call, and a slender bespectacled man appeared. In his late twenties or early thirties, the man sported a goatee and was dressed in scrubs. He introduced himself as Kyle Montgomery, Sylvia’s assistant.
    “She’s just finishing up,” he said in a monotone voice, althoughhis eyes widened at the sight of the statuesque Michelle. “She said to bring you back to her office.”
    “How long have you worked here?” asked King.
    Kyle squinted at him suspiciously. “Why does that matter?”
    “I was just asking,” he replied.
    “I’m a private guy,” retorted Kyle.
    “I bet you went to UVA, didn’t you?” asked Michelle. “What a great school,” she added, smiling at him and drawing closer.
    King watched with an amused expression as his partner proceeded to use her “feminine wiles” to coax information out of Kyle. She very rarely did this, but King knew it could be very effective. Kyle probably had nothing important to divulge, but it was helpful to have information on all the persons involved in the investigation.
    Kyle quickly turned all his attention toward her. “Graduated pretty high up in my class,” he said pompously. “I wanted to stay in the area, so I worked at UVA Hospital for a few years and then got my P.A. certification. But I got laid off from an oncology practice, and the bills started mounting up. Then this job came open. Presto, I’m a morgue tech. Thank you, God,” he added sarcastically.
    Michelle said, “It takes a very special person to do that sort of work.”
    “Yeah, it does,” Kyle said cockily. “But I’m also Dr. Diaz’s physician’s assistant in her medical practice next door. She’s there now treating a couple of patients. She actually hired me for both positions. It’s a little bit of a juggling act, going back and forth, but at least the two offices are hooked together. And we don’t have many deaths here that require autopsies. Hey, but that might be changing, right? Lots of action all of a sudden. Wrightsburg is really growing up. Yeah, baby.” Kyle actually smiled at this.
    Michelle, Williams and King exchanged disgusted glances as they followed him back.
    Sylvia’s