Chapter 26
The man was nodding, almost asleep, when the chains in the passenger seat began to grumble again. His van was parked in a shopping center parking lot in Albany. The chains weren’t actually rattling, but he could hear them grumbling even so. And he knew what they were complaining about. It was that FBI woman yesterday—the one he hadn’t taken.
“How many times do I have to tell you she wasn’t right?” he snapped. “If I’d taken her, you wouldn’t be happy. You’d ask why she wasn’t older, wasn’t wearing a uniform, hadn’t done what she was supposed to do. You’d only complain.”
The chains quieted a little, but didn’t stop their grumbling altogether. It didn’t surprise him that he and the chains were especially at odds right now. They’d been cooped up together in the van for most of tw
