Mind Prey by John Sandford Read Free Book Online
Authors: John Sandford
head. After a moment, he said, "Right now, if Tower hunted around, he might come up with... a million? Of course, the houseis paid for, that's better'n a mil, but he can't really get at it. He has to live somewhere and it has to be up to his standards... So figure that he gets sixty thousand from the million that's his, and another hundred thousand from thetrust And he's still got that seat on the Foundation board, but that probably doesn't pay more than twenty or thirty. So what's that? Less than two hundred?"
"Jesus, he's eating dog food," Lucas said, with just a rime of sarcasm in his voice.
Dunn pointed a finger at Lucas: "But that'sexactly what he feels like. Exactly , He was spending a half-million a year when a Cadillac cost six thousand bucks and a million was really something. Now he's scraping along on maybe a quarter mil and a Caddy costs forty thousand."
"Poor sonofabitch."
"Listen, a million ain't that much any more," Dunn said wryly. "A guy who owns two good Exxon stations--he's worth at least a mil, probably more. Two gas stations. We're not talking about yachts and polo."
"So if you took your wife off, you wouldn't have done it for the money," Lucas said.
"Hell, if anybody got taken off, it should've been me. I'm worth fifteen or twenty times what Tower is. Of course, it ain't as good as Tower's money," he said ruefully.
"Why's that?"
" 'Cause I earned it," Dunn said. "Just like you did, with your computer company. I read about you inCities' Biz . They said you're worth probably five million, and growing. You must feel it--that your money's got a taint."
"I've never seen any of it, the money," Lucas said. "It's all paper, at this point." Then: "What about insurance? Is there insurance on Andi?"
"Well, yeah." Dunn's forehead wrinkled and he scratched his chin. "Actually, quite a bit."
"Who'd get it?"
Dunn shrugged. "The kids... unless... Ah, Christ. If the kids died, I'd get it."
"Sole beneficiary?"
"Yeah... except, you know,Nancy Wolfe wouldget a half-million. They do pretty well in that partnership, and they both have key-man--key-woman--insurance to help cover their mortgage and so on, if somebody died."
"Is a half-million a lot for Nancy Wolfe?"
Dunn thought again, and then said, "It'd be quite a bit. She pulls down something between $150,000 and $175,000 a year, and she can't protect any of it--taxes eat her alive--so another half mil would be nice."
"Will you sign a release saying that we can look at your wife's records?" Lucas asked.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I?"
"Because a lot of medical people think psychiatric records should be privileged," Lucas said. "That people need treatment, not cops."
"Fuck that. I'll sign," Dunn said. "You got a paper with you?"
"I'll have one sent over tonight," Lucas said.
Dunn was watching Lucas's hand and asked, "What're you playing with?"
Lucas looked down at his hand and saw the ring. "Ring."
"Uh-oh. Coming or going?" Dunn asked.
"Thinking about it," Lucas said.
"Marriage is wonderful," Dunn said. He spread his arms. "Look around. A box for everything and everything in its box."
"You seem... sort oflighthearted about this whole thing."
Dunn suddenly leaned forward, his face like a stone. "Davenport, I'm so fuckin' scared I can't spit. I honest-to-God never knew what it meant, being scared spitless. I thought it was just a phrase, but it's not... You gotta get my guys back."
Lucas grunted and stood up. "You'll stick around." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah." Dunn stood up, facing him. "You're a tough guy, right?"
"Maybe," Lucas said.
"Football, I bet."
"Hockey."
"Yeah, you got the cuts... Think you could take me?" Dunn had relaxed again, and a faintly amused look crossed his face.
Lucas nodded. "Yeah."
Dunn said, "Huh," like he didn't necessarily agree, and then, losing the smile, "What d'you think--you gonna find my wife and kids?"
"I'll find them," Lucas said.
"But you won't guarantee their condition," Dunn said.
Lucas looked away, into the
"Jesus, he's eating dog food," Lucas said, with just a rime of sarcasm in his voice.
Dunn pointed a finger at Lucas: "But that'sexactly what he feels like. Exactly , He was spending a half-million a year when a Cadillac cost six thousand bucks and a million was really something. Now he's scraping along on maybe a quarter mil and a Caddy costs forty thousand."
"Poor sonofabitch."
"Listen, a million ain't that much any more," Dunn said wryly. "A guy who owns two good Exxon stations--he's worth at least a mil, probably more. Two gas stations. We're not talking about yachts and polo."
"So if you took your wife off, you wouldn't have done it for the money," Lucas said.
"Hell, if anybody got taken off, it should've been me. I'm worth fifteen or twenty times what Tower is. Of course, it ain't as good as Tower's money," he said ruefully.
"Why's that?"
" 'Cause I earned it," Dunn said. "Just like you did, with your computer company. I read about you inCities' Biz . They said you're worth probably five million, and growing. You must feel it--that your money's got a taint."
"I've never seen any of it, the money," Lucas said. "It's all paper, at this point." Then: "What about insurance? Is there insurance on Andi?"
"Well, yeah." Dunn's forehead wrinkled and he scratched his chin. "Actually, quite a bit."
"Who'd get it?"
Dunn shrugged. "The kids... unless... Ah, Christ. If the kids died, I'd get it."
"Sole beneficiary?"
"Yeah... except, you know,Nancy Wolfe wouldget a half-million. They do pretty well in that partnership, and they both have key-man--key-woman--insurance to help cover their mortgage and so on, if somebody died."
"Is a half-million a lot for Nancy Wolfe?"
Dunn thought again, and then said, "It'd be quite a bit. She pulls down something between $150,000 and $175,000 a year, and she can't protect any of it--taxes eat her alive--so another half mil would be nice."
"Will you sign a release saying that we can look at your wife's records?" Lucas asked.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I?"
"Because a lot of medical people think psychiatric records should be privileged," Lucas said. "That people need treatment, not cops."
"Fuck that. I'll sign," Dunn said. "You got a paper with you?"
"I'll have one sent over tonight," Lucas said.
Dunn was watching Lucas's hand and asked, "What're you playing with?"
Lucas looked down at his hand and saw the ring. "Ring."
"Uh-oh. Coming or going?" Dunn asked.
"Thinking about it," Lucas said.
"Marriage is wonderful," Dunn said. He spread his arms. "Look around. A box for everything and everything in its box."
"You seem... sort oflighthearted about this whole thing."
Dunn suddenly leaned forward, his face like a stone. "Davenport, I'm so fuckin' scared I can't spit. I honest-to-God never knew what it meant, being scared spitless. I thought it was just a phrase, but it's not... You gotta get my guys back."
Lucas grunted and stood up. "You'll stick around." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah." Dunn stood up, facing him. "You're a tough guy, right?"
"Maybe," Lucas said.
"Football, I bet."
"Hockey."
"Yeah, you got the cuts... Think you could take me?" Dunn had relaxed again, and a faintly amused look crossed his face.
Lucas nodded. "Yeah."
Dunn said, "Huh," like he didn't necessarily agree, and then, losing the smile, "What d'you think--you gonna find my wife and kids?"
"I'll find them," Lucas said.
"But you won't guarantee their condition," Dunn said.
Lucas looked away, into the
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