The Bodies Left Behind

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Authors: Jeffery Deaver
of paper towels and glass cleaner.
    “The fuck’s that for?” Lewis said. And gave one of those snide laughs again.
    “Fingerprints’re oil. You need something to cut it with. Wiping just distorts them. The cops can reconstruct them a lot of times.”
    “That’s bullshit. I never heard of that.”
    “It’s true, Lewis. I’ve studied it.”
    “Studied?” Another sarcastic laugh.
    Hart began spraying the cleaner on whatever Lewis had touched. Hart himself hadn’t touched a single thing, except his own arm, with his bare hands since they’d been here.
    “Heh. You do laundry too?”
    As Hart scrubbed, he also was looking over the property three-sixty, listening. He said, “We can’t leave just yet.”
    “What’re you talking about?”
    “We’ve got to find her.”
    “But . . .” Lewis said, with a sour smile, as if the one word conveyed a whole argument about the futility of the task.
    “No choice.” Hart finished wiping. He then took out his map, examined it. They were in the middle of a huge stew of green and brown. He looked around, studied the map some more, folded it up.
    Another of those irritating snickers. “Well, Hart, I know you want to fuck her up after what she did. But let’s worry about that later.”
    “It’s not revenge. Revenge is pointless.”
    “Beg to differ. Revenge is fun. That asshole I told you about with the box cutter? Fucking him up was more fun than seeing the Brewers. Depending on who’s pitching.”
    Hart reined in a sigh. “It’s not about revenge. It’s just what we have to do.”
    “Shit,” Lewis blurted.
    “What?” Hart looked at him, alarmed.
    Lewis tugged at his ear. “I lost the back.” Started looking down at the ground.
    “Back?”
    “Of my earring.” He put the emerald or whatever it was carefully into the small front pocket of his jeans.
    Jesus our Lord . . .
    Hart collected the flashlights and extra ammunition from the trunk of the Ford. Waiting until Lewis put his gloves back on, Hart handed him a box of 9mm ammo and one of 12-gauge shells for the shotgun.
    “We’ve got a half hour before we lose the light completely. It’ll be a bitch to track her in the dark. Let’s get going.”
    Lewis wasn’t moving. He was looking past Hart and playing with the colorful boxes of bullets like they were Rubik’s Cubes. Hart wondered if the head butting was going to start now in earnest. But it turned out that the younger man’s attention was just elsewhere. Lewis put the boxes into his pocket, snagged the shotgun, clicking off the safety, and nodded down the driveway. “We got company, Hart.”

    AS SHE APPROACHED the Feldman house Brynn McKenzie decided that even with the glow from behind ivory curtains the place was eerie as hell. The other two houses she’d passed might have been the sets for family dramas; this was just the place for a StephenKing movie, the kind she and her first husband, Keith, would devour like candy.
    She looked up at the three-story home. You sure didn’t see many houses of this style or size in Kennesha County. White siding, which had seen better days, and a wraparound porch. She liked the porch. Her childhood house in Eau Claire had sported one. She’d loved sitting out in the chain swing at night, her brother singing and playing his battered guitar, her sister flirting with her latest boyfriend, their parents talking, talking, talking . . . And the home she and Keith owned had a nice wraparound. But as for her present house, she didn’t even know where a porch would fit.
    Approaching the Feldmans’, she glanced at the yard, impressed. The landscaping was expensive. The place was surrounded by strategically placed dogwoods, ligustrum and crepe myrtles that had been cut way back. She recalled her husband’s advice to his customers against this practice (“Don’t rape your crepes”).
    Parking in the circular gravel drive, she caught movement inside, a shadow on the front curtain. She climbed out into the

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