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Alex Barclay 4-Book Thriller Collection: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss, Harm’s Reach
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‘Hello …’ he said.
‘Hello, Salem. Remember me? Ren? Nice to see you.’
‘My pod is out of juice,’ he said. It lay dead beside his plate.
‘I can charge it for you,’ said Ren, pulling out her laptop.
‘Thank you,’ he said. With suspicion.
‘It’s safe with me,’ she said, plugging it in.
Salem nodded. ‘That’s good news. I’ve a long walk ahead of me.’
‘I could give you a ride.’
‘No thank you. You going to have breakfast?’
‘Just coffee. Mind if I join you?’
‘No, ma’am.’
The waiter came by with coffee.
‘This place is great,’ she said to Salem.
‘This place was built the same year they struck gold in the Blue River,’ he said. ‘Oldest bar around. Never even closed in Prohibition times.’
‘Really?’ said Ren.
He nodded. They sat in silence for a little while.
‘Salem,’ said Ren, ‘I was wondering if you could do me a favor …’
‘Maybe. Go ahead.’
‘OK,’ said Ren. ‘If I ask you some questions about some people, can you keep it to yourself?’
‘You mean not tell anyone you asked me, or not tell them you asked me?’ said Salem.
‘Not tell them and not tell anyone,’ said Ren.
Salem nodded. ‘Not necessarily.’ He paused. ‘Well, if you asked me to kill them, for example, I’d be obliged to let them and your bosses know.’ He fixed serious eyes on her. Then broke out in a laugh.
‘It’s safe to say I have no desire to kill anyone,’ said Ren. She smiled. Then noticed Salem’s faraway eyes.
Oh shit. ‘But I signed up to what I signed up to’ said Ren, and, if placed in a situation, I would have no problem using my weapon and taking the necessary action.’
Come back to me. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said finally.
He turned to her. ‘Me too.’
The breakfast arrived with the silence.
‘So,’ said Salem, when she had finished eating. ‘What is this secret question?’
‘Thanks,’ said Ren. ‘OK, I was just wondering who brings you stuff up to the cabin? Is there someone who comes up with, say, food or clothes?’ Like the Wardwells.
He nodded. ‘Sure. The Wardwells from the store down there.’
‘Together?’
‘Most times.’
‘OK. When?’
‘Could be any day.’
‘Any particular time?’
‘Six p.m. Seven.’
‘Do they stay long?’ said Ren.
‘’Bout an hour.’
‘OK.’
‘That’s it?’
‘That’s it. Thank you.’
‘Can’t see why that’s such a big secret.’
‘Trust me,’ said Ren.
‘I would, if you hadn’t just stood up and grabbed your computer with my pod hanging out of it.’
‘Oops,’ said Ren. ‘Here you go.’ She turned to leave. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘let me get this –’ She took the bill from the table.
He shook his head. ‘Mine’s free. I get free breakfasts here.’
‘Oh. I forgot. I’m sorry.’
He nodded.
‘But I doubt I’ll be extended the same privilege,’ said Ren, smiling.
The waiter was on his way over. ‘This is on me.’
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