Page 12 of The Grave Robber

He tilted his head and frowned. “I think the question youneed to ask iswhatis this?”

I turned the napkin this way and that, trying to make outthe drawing myself. “Damn it. I don’t know. I think it’s a bridge, maybe?”

He stepped closer. “How is that a bridge?”

“It looks like it could be one. See these pillar things?”

“Pillar things?” he asked, unimpressed.

Betty peeked around Jason’s shoulder. “That’s the ArkwrightBuilding in Spokane.”

We turned to her in unison.

“Are you sure?” I asked, checking my watch. Forty-threeminutes. How far was Spokane from here?

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous. Very historic. Those are the columnsout front,” she said, pointing to the pillar things. “And this part here?That’s the balcony on the second floor above the entrance if you’re looking up.But I don’t think it’s a real balcony,” she said to Jason then gazed at me inadmiration. “The perspective is spot on, though. Good job.”

If she only knew. Then again, with Jason spilling all mysecrets to anyone within shouting distance, maybe she did know. “Thanks.” Itook out my phone and entered the Arkwright Building into my maps app.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked.

“Remember how I told you I can tell the exact moment someoneis going to die?”

Three people close by swiveled their heads to gawk at me. Ithappened.

“Zachary?” Jason asked, knowing the answer. The blooddrained from his face.

Betty looked concerned, too. “It makes sense. His dad worksmaintenance there.”

I raked a hand through my hair. “So, he would have access tothe roof.”

“Absolutely.”

I glanced at my watch again.

“How much time do we have?” Jason asked.

“We?”

He nodded and dug into his pocket for another set of keys.“I’ll drive.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Betty said, her expression soft butas hard as marble. There would be no arguments brooked on her watch.

“I can drive you.”

We all turned to see Halle standing there. She held up atwenty. “I forgot to pay so I came back.” Her gaze flitted to me then dartedaway just as quickly. “I haven’t had anything to drink. We can take my truck.”

It looked like I had little choice. “Will it get me there inforty-two minutes?”

The smug countenance that spread across her face almostdoubled me over. She stole a line from one of my favorite movies and said,“Which floor?”

Chapter Three

It’s never as funny to the police as it is to us.

—Meme

Dominic Toretto had nothing on Halle Nordstrom. She weavedin and out of traffic like a street racer on speed. Unfortunately, we’d hitrush hour, so there was a lot of weaving.

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