33I exchanged the robe for a pair of jogging shorts and a one-pocket T-shirt, both only slightly baggy. A pair of white athletic socks were a perfect fit. I put on my damp shoes and then found a battered sports cap at the bottom of the suitcase. The faded lettering read LINDA’S TRUCK STOP PAYNEWAY, ARKANSAS. I remembered Andy wearing it to a poolside party in San Salvador. He’d taken it off to dance with me.
Same song, second verse.
Andy, the liar.
Suddenly I saw deception in his every action.
Originally, he’d been scheduled to begin his assignment in Denmark on June twenty-first. Yesterday. But he’d shown up five days ahead of schedule, arriving in Copenhagen the same evening that Bjørn was murdered. He’d been hovering near every violent incident that had happened since. Excellently p
