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Buried Prey

Buried Prey

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Autoren: John Sandford
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him for another long moment, moved him over into the light from a streetlight, and popped the cuffs. Randy rubbed his wrists, moving away, then turned and ran. Lucas moved more under the light, wrote “Delia White” and “L. Ron Parker” in his notebook, circled them, and drew a line to “Ronald Rice.”
    A block down the street, Randy turned again and began screaming: “You cocksucker . . . you cocksucker . . .”
    Lucas saw Del’s truck coming down the street, and stepped out and flagged it down. When he looked back after Randy, Randy was gone.
    Lucas got in the truck and Del asked, “What the hell was that all about?”
    “Little asshole I’ve been trying to get rid of,” Lucas said.
    “You get rid of him?”
    “Probably not,” Lucas said. “You get anything?”
    “I got a rash. I think my underwear’s too tight.”
     
     
    AT ELEVEN O’CLOCK, they were ready to quit, and headed back toward the river to drop Lucas; they were talking about cars.
    Del confessed that his heart beat a little harder every time he saw a Camaro IROC-Z. “Zero to sixty in seven seconds, thirteen grand to put it in my driveway.”
    “We called them dork-mobiles, over at the U,” Lucas said.
    “What?”
    “Yeah. Dork-mobiles. You get one, you’d have to grow a mullet.”
    “Now you ruined it for me,” Del said.
    “I’m thinking Porsche,” Lucas said. “They’d, like, Eat a fuckin’ IROC-Z.”
    “Along with your paycheck for the next ten years,” Del said. He pointed off to his right and said, “Smith was killed about three blocks over there.”
    Lucas frowned. “Over there?”
    “Yeah, right over there.”
    “Let’s go see it,” Lucas said.
    “It’s dark, man,” Del said. “There’s nothing to see. There wasn’t much to see in the first place.”
    “I wanna see it,” Lucas said. “It’ll take you what, two minutes?”
    Del shrugged and took the next right, and they went back around the block, took a left, went four more blocks down and took another right, and another right into a narrow alley, and rolled a few car lengths into it. Del did a little jog so his headlights played across the side of a garage and an adjoining hedge. “That’s it. He was stabbed right by the garage door, we think, and thrown into the hedge beside the garage.”
    “And the garbage guys found him at six this morning, and the ME said he’d been dead for quite a while, but they weren’t sure how long because it was so hot.”
    “Yeah.”
    “And he was stabbed by a long knife with a heavy blade,” Lucas said.
    “Where’re we going with this?”
    “We’re about a five-minute walk from the Jones girls’ house. We got a tip that the killer was this guy—”
    “The bum with the basketball. Crank, or whatever his name is.”
    “Scrape. We took a long knife off him. Butcher knife.”
    Del looked at him in the thin ambient light and said, “Ah . . . fuck me.”
    They considered that statement for a while, then Del added, “This asshole, Smith, was killed by some other asshole for six dollars’ worth of crack cocaine.”
    Lucas said, “Probably. But, you gotta consider the possibilities. A guy gets stabbed with a long butcher knife, and a crazy dude, who is a suspect in a kidnapping-murder in the same place at Exactly the same time, is picked up with a long butcher knife. Probably a coincidence, but you gotta look at it. Am I right?”
    Del said, “You’re gonna cause a lot of trouble in this goddamn department. We gotta talk to somebody.”
    Lucas took out his notebook. “I got Daniel’s home phone number. If we can find a phone, I’ll give him a ring.”
    “You’re a braver man than I am,” Del said. “But if you’ll talk to him, I know the location of every single fuckin’ pay phone in Minneapolis, and there’s one on the back wall of the Ugly Stick. We can be there in two minutes.”
    “Got a quarter?” Lucas asked.
     
     
    DANIEL TOOK THE PHONE from his wife and said, “Davenport . . . goddamnit. It’s almost midnight. Why’d I give you this number? I really need the sleep.”
    Lucas and Del were in the back room of the Ugly Stick, a pool parlor on Lake Street, thick with smoke and wiseasses. Del leaned against the wall and dug around his teeth with a toothpick, and listened as Lucas made the call. Lucas asked, “What’d we do with that knife we took off Scrape?”
    “It’s in an evidence locker. Did you hook up with Del or what?”
    “Del’s right here—he’s the one who

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