Think Twice (Myron Bolitar, #12)

by Harlan Coben

“Where’s Mr. Lockwood?” Agent Hawes asked. “Present,” Win said in that haughty prep-school tone as he—to quote the opening lines of the Carly Simon song Win’s entire being emanated—walked into the party like he was walking onto a yacht. Win—aka the aforementioned Mr. Lockwood—was the dictionary definition of natty as he glided around Myron’s new conference table and took the seat next to him. Myron spread his hands and offered up his most cooperative smile. “I understand you have questions for us?” “We do,” Hawes said. And then without preamble, she dropped the bomb: “Where is Greg Downing?” The question was a stunner. No other way around it. A stunner. Myron’s jaw dropped. He turned to Win. Win’s face, as usual, gave away nothing. Win was good at that, showing nothing. The reason for Myron’s surprise was simple. Greg Downing had been dead for three years. “I thought you were here about the Callister murders,” Myron said. “We are,” Special Agent Hawes countered. Then repeated the question. “Where is Greg Downing?” “Are you joking?” Myron asked. “Do I look like I’m joking?”