After our meeting, I returned to the office. I decided to check on Vince Marzetti up in Frederick before I called Hirschbeck. I looked forward to hearing his reaction when I told him his former boss, Cooper, was dead. He answered on the first ring.
“This is Sam McRae. We spoke outside your house last Saturday.”
“I remember. And I still have nothing to say.”
Before he could hang up, I said, “Darrell Cooper’s dead. Maybe murdered.”
A long pause. “Jesus. No.”
“Yes. That makes two Kozmik Games employees who’ve been killed in the past week or so. One was murdered. The other’s death is highly suspicious. And I think it has something to do with that ITN account you claim to know nothing about.”
“Two people dead?” Vince’s voice was barely a whisper. “Look, I don’t know anything about it, oka
