Scientific TwistsJerry took the phone and made a note of the number. He called an ex-colleague from his legal days, but the plan failed at the first hurdle. “It’s a burner phone number,” he said after thanking his friend and disconnecting. “They just buy a SIM card and throw it away after a couple of uses. That number isn’t registered to anyone.”
Kit frowned. “That’s what Raki said when he phoned me.” She gnawed on her lower lip. “He hasn’t called again.”
Langdon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. His bulging arm muscles stretched the sleeves of his tee shirt. Kit watched as he flexed them one at a time and examined them. A look of pride crossed his face and she cleared her throat to refocus him. “So, the robber didn’t want the money from the cash register,” she concluded
