Marcus pulled over onto the shoulder and sat with the engine idling, reading six words over and over until they stopped looking like sentences and started looking like a shape.
I know you visited Harold Weiss today.
He had told three people he was making this drive. Maya. His lieutenant, on a form. And the clerk at the licensing board, who had not been given a name.
He called Maya back.
"Somebody knows I was at Weiss's house," he said, the moment she picked up. "Same format as yours. Untraceable, no name, arriving at exactly the hour it would do the most damage." He watched the highway. "Whoever this is, they're not just watching you. They're watching the whole investigation, in real time, as it happens."
"Read it to me. Exactly."
He read it.
The silence that followed stretched long
