"You try his mobile number?" I asked him.
Jeremiah grunted and shook his head.
"Switched off," he said. "Some automatic voice came on and told me. "
"Did he come by and pick up his watch?" I asked him.
"His what?" he said.
"His watch," I said. "He left a ten-thousand-dollar Rolex with Baker on Friday. When Baker was cuffing us for the ride out to Warburton. Did he come pick it up?"
"No," Jeremiah said. "Nobody said so. "
"OK," I said. "So he's got some urgent business some-where. Not even an asshole like pritchard's going to forget about a ten-thousand-dollar watch, right?"
"What urgent business?" Jeremiah said. "What did he tell you about it?"
"He didn't tell me diddly," I said. "Like I told you, we hardly spoke. "
Jeremiah glared at me from the front seat.
"Don't mess with me,
