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If there was anyone inside, they’re probably burnt to a crisp by now. After a while, Mike comes jogging over, panting. “Nobody knows what the fuck happened.” If this was the work of those people, like I suspect it is, no one could have seen it coming. They never make a big fucking show of what they do. They operate in the shadows, taking out their targets. But here’s the thing that doesn’t make sense: why? They wouldn’t pull off something this massive to attract unwanted attention. All their jobs are discreet and covered up. No, this ain’t the work of any damn mafia I know. It’s someone else. Someone who’s hungry for attention. Someone trying to put on a fucking eyesore to get a reaction.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun