Agent Ren Bryce Thriller Series Books 1-3: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss

Denis Lasco stood by the scales.

‘Hello again,’ said Ren.

‘Hello, there,’ said Lasco.

‘Back on the job already?’

‘With a heavy heart,’ he said, holding up what he had just taken from the chest cavity.

Ren smiled.

‘When I realized the only thing to jump my bones recently was a corpse, I knew I had to get back out in the world.’

‘I’m sure that’s not true,’ said Ren. She gestured to Robbie. ‘This is my colleague, Robbie Truax.’

‘I was thinking of easing my way back into the job,’ said Lasco, ‘start with some paperwork, come down here, bring some notes to the doc. And here I am, suited up, today’s head sawer-offer and chest cracker.’ He looked at them. ‘His assistant called in sick. Next thing two bodies require attention. We had a DWPA,’ said Lasco. ‘And then this.’

Ren was nodding when she realized she had no idea what he meant. ‘What’s a DWPA?’

Lasco smiled. ‘Death With Paramedic Assistance.’

‘Ooh,’ said Ren, smiling back. Robbie cracked up.

‘He was an old guy, heart attack,’ said Lasco. ‘I’m sorry, but these flatlander doctors run all these health checks at sea level, then give people the all-clear to go up two miles on vacation. It’s crazy. It’s sad. I just hate seeing those wives when their husbands are lying dead of a heart attack. Unless those wives are under thirty. Then I’m wondering whose idea was it to take a high-altitude holiday? “Honey, come on up where your heart is going to have to work harder. And maybe in a couple days, my bank balance won’t.”’

‘Grim,’ said Ren.

‘Totally,’ said Lasco. ‘And, natural causes, ski accidents, ODs – it’s unbelievable how mercenary the families are. They’re the ones with the death grip, know what I mean? I have pried credit cards and jewelry out of their hands. Can you imagine? Now I photocopy every single personal belonging that comes in with the body. It’s disgusting. It really is disgusting. I’m laying out wallets and ski passes and drivers’ licenses and frickin’ Chapstick on my photocopier …’ He shook his head.

‘Karma will get them,’ said Ren. ‘I really believe that. You can’t live a greedy life like that without it coming back and biting you in the ass …’

Robbie nodded.

‘I hope so,’ said Lasco. He pointed to a shelf unit by the wall. ‘OK – suits and masks are over there.’

Ren and Robbie put them on. When they were done, they looked around for a box of booties. Ren noticed that Tolman’s stylish leather shoes were uncovered. Lasco caught her.

He spoke quietly. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘He doesn’t wear them. And I’m sorry, these are mine. I’ve no extras.’

Ren looked down at her two-hundred-dollar lace-up hiking boots.

‘What’s the worst that can happen?’

‘I’ve done the chest already,’ said Lasco, when they were standing at the body.

‘So,’ said Tolman, ‘GSW to the back of the head. Exit wound here in the lower jaw … Denis, help me out here.’

He and Lasco turned the body over. Ren couldn’t take her eyes off it. She didn’t notice the liquid draining from the chest cavity on to the floor. The men stepped back in time. Ren’s boots took a hit.

‘Aw, shit,’ she said.

Lasco ran and got her some paper towels, coming back to hand them to her with a face that said they both knew it wouldn’t make much difference.

‘Shit,’ she said again. But she barely drew her eyes away from the body.

‘Do you want to go take them off some place?’ said Tolman, pointing to her boots.

She shook her head, motioned for him to continue.

‘Anyway, what I was showing you was this,’ said Tolman, drawing his finger down the spine. ‘The victim’s cachectic, so you can –’

‘He’s what?’ said Robbie.

‘Look at him,’ said Ren, pointing to the body. ‘What do you think it means?’

Robbie glanced at her. So did Tolman. Ren would have blushed if she was able.

‘Skinny?’ said Robbie.

‘Basically,’ said Dr Tolman.

Ren was staring at the body. ‘He’s … got scoliosis.’

There was a crooked man

And he walked a crooked mile

‘Yes,’ said Tolman. ‘Yes. That’s what I was going to show you – how clearly you can see the curvature of the spine.’

Robbie elbowed Ren. ‘Ren … are you there?’

‘What?’ said Ren. ‘Yes, sorry. OK – so this dirtbag was found in the Clear Creek River …’

‘Yes,’ said Tolman. ‘In a foot of water. Hadn’t gone too far, no injuries from rocks and not there very long.’ He looked at them. There was hope in his expression. ‘I guess I was on high alert because of your colleague on Quandary. I don’t know any details, I’ll be waiting for Denis here’s report, but anything suspicious …’ He was talking faster to get it over with in case he was wrong. ‘’Cos of where this guy was found, I was thinking maybe he was on the back way out of Summit County. It could mean something.’ He shrugged.

‘It does,’ said Ren.

They all looked at her.

‘But my guess is he wasn’t on his way out of Summit County. He was leaving Denver on his way to Summit County, until he heard the news that the FBI and God-knows-who-else would be heading along I-70 that way too. Instead, he and his buddies went through the Canyon and something this guy did pissed off the posse.’

‘Specific,’ said Robbie.

‘A hunch,’ said Ren.

Chapter 21 (#u8bb60e53-87b4-54e1-a600-62c12d8c99b9)

Robbie dropped Ren at her house in Golden.