apartment. When she got to the part where Andrew got shot, he winced.
“I called the hospital,” she said, summing up, “and he’s doing okay. But I still needed help.”
“And I was all that was left.”
“Pretty much. So I came here.” She looked around his apartment. “But I didn’t know.”
“Know what?”
“That shit happened.” She stood up, then hauled her huge tote bag over her shoulder. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get ahold of Mel. I’ll figure this out. And right now, I’ll just leave you alone. So sorry to have bothered you, Agent Brady.”
She started to take a step, but he caught her arm. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
“Call me Devlin,” he said.
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“Fine. Good-bye, Devlin.”
“And stay.”
“Why?” she asked.
Redemption,he almost said. But he didn’t. “I’ll help you,” he said. “And then we’ll see where we are.”
Chapter
19
JENNIFER
“And that’s all the phone call said?” Devlin asked.
I nodded. I was pacing his apartment again, a trash bag instead of a Diet Coke in my hand as I used the tip of my forefinger and thumb to pick up all the crap and toss it in a bag. Honestly, the man should arrest himself. The apartment was stunning—all gleaming wood, expensive furniture, and fabulous artwork—and he’d totally trashed the place.
I didn’t know what had happened to this man, but I did know that he’d come over to my side.
Or maybe his cop instincts had just gotten the better of him. I didn’t know the reason, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was going to help me.
He passed by me, taking the trash bag from my hand. I was about to argue—Ireally didn’t intend to hang around in that mess—but then he started picking up the trash himself. Good. I didn’t come here to be his maid, and I settled myself back in front of his window, looking out onto the terrace that overlooked the East River.
“A few lines fromRocky Horror, a warning that you might be dead if you don’t hurry, and then a voice telling you the clock is ticking and that your drop-dead deadline is ten tomorrow.”
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“Except for the fact that I’m not crazy about the term ‘drop-dead,’ yeah. That about sums it up.”
“It’s theRocky Horror thing that I think is really interesting.”
“Well, gee, me too. Who doesn’t love a great transvestite musical?” I was dripping sarcasm now.
I think he could tell.
“Myclue,” he said, “is overflowing with Broadway musical references.”
Okay. He was right. I was interested. “Let me see.”
He disappeared back into the hallway and returned with a manila envelope I’d seen before. He handed it to me, and I pulled out the single sheet that was inside. When I saw it, I gasped: PLAY OR DIE
Annie
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Brigadoon
Cabaret
Damn Yankees
Evita
Falsettos
Gigi
Hair
I’d Rather Be Right
Jesus Christ Superstar
Kiss Me, Kate
Lady, Be Good
Mary Poppins
Nine
Oklahoma!
Pippin
Quilt
Rent
Show Boat
Titanic
Urinetown
Vanities
Wonderful Town
You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown
Ziegfeld Follies
If the understudy becomes the lead, then: ANA RNERNEN AKKI NAIVA IEKAVHHDKINAAO &
HVNEAAVA AKE AVE OADIV IIDIAI KI IAV EDAVE, HAV OKRAA ANAV AKRIA AVE
NIHOVE ADAAVI DI N ANAV ODIA AKREIARA VOVH
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“We’ve definitely got a Broadway theme going here,” he said.
“No kidding. But why?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“The whole point of PSW is that the clues are based on thetarget ’s profile. Right?”
“Right.”
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“But myRocky Horror message and your Play or Die message all have Broadway musical references.”
“So?”
“So the clues are supposed to be related toyou. But Broadway’s my thing. That’s why I’m in New
York. I don’t intend to
“I called the hospital,” she said, summing up, “and he’s doing okay. But I still needed help.”
“And I was all that was left.”
“Pretty much. So I came here.” She looked around his apartment. “But I didn’t know.”
“Know what?”
“That shit happened.” She stood up, then hauled her huge tote bag over her shoulder. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get ahold of Mel. I’ll figure this out. And right now, I’ll just leave you alone. So sorry to have bothered you, Agent Brady.”
She started to take a step, but he caught her arm. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
“Call me Devlin,” he said.
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“Fine. Good-bye, Devlin.”
“And stay.”
“Why?” she asked.
Redemption,he almost said. But he didn’t. “I’ll help you,” he said. “And then we’ll see where we are.”
Chapter
19
JENNIFER
“And that’s all the phone call said?” Devlin asked.
I nodded. I was pacing his apartment again, a trash bag instead of a Diet Coke in my hand as I used the tip of my forefinger and thumb to pick up all the crap and toss it in a bag. Honestly, the man should arrest himself. The apartment was stunning—all gleaming wood, expensive furniture, and fabulous artwork—and he’d totally trashed the place.
I didn’t know what had happened to this man, but I did know that he’d come over to my side.
Or maybe his cop instincts had just gotten the better of him. I didn’t know the reason, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was going to help me.
He passed by me, taking the trash bag from my hand. I was about to argue—Ireally didn’t intend to hang around in that mess—but then he started picking up the trash himself. Good. I didn’t come here to be his maid, and I settled myself back in front of his window, looking out onto the terrace that overlooked the East River.
“A few lines fromRocky Horror, a warning that you might be dead if you don’t hurry, and then a voice telling you the clock is ticking and that your drop-dead deadline is ten tomorrow.”
Page 44
“Except for the fact that I’m not crazy about the term ‘drop-dead,’ yeah. That about sums it up.”
“It’s theRocky Horror thing that I think is really interesting.”
“Well, gee, me too. Who doesn’t love a great transvestite musical?” I was dripping sarcasm now.
I think he could tell.
“Myclue,” he said, “is overflowing with Broadway musical references.”
Okay. He was right. I was interested. “Let me see.”
He disappeared back into the hallway and returned with a manila envelope I’d seen before. He handed it to me, and I pulled out the single sheet that was inside. When I saw it, I gasped: PLAY OR DIE
Annie
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Brigadoon
Cabaret
Damn Yankees
Evita
Falsettos
Gigi
Hair
I’d Rather Be Right
Jesus Christ Superstar
Kiss Me, Kate
Lady, Be Good
Mary Poppins
Nine
Oklahoma!
Pippin
Quilt
Rent
Show Boat
Titanic
Urinetown
Vanities
Wonderful Town
You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown
Ziegfeld Follies
If the understudy becomes the lead, then: ANA RNERNEN AKKI NAIVA IEKAVHHDKINAAO &
HVNEAAVA AKE AVE OADIV IIDIAI KI IAV EDAVE, HAV OKRAA ANAV AKRIA AVE
NIHOVE ADAAVI DI N ANAV ODIA AKREIARA VOVH
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“We’ve definitely got a Broadway theme going here,” he said.
“No kidding. But why?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“The whole point of PSW is that the clues are based on thetarget ’s profile. Right?”
“Right.”
Page 45
“But myRocky Horror message and your Play or Die message all have Broadway musical references.”
“So?”
“So the clues are supposed to be related toyou. But Broadway’s my thing. That’s why I’m in New
York. I don’t intend to
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