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Jen finally nodded “Yes, they are,” she blurted “Slava Kandinsky paid me to make them”

I turned toward Weis “So that would put you in charge of transportation” His head bobbed forward once

“Funny you should mention Kandinsky,” I said “It was his body I found”

Their faces turned such a ghastly pale, either they hadn’t heard that he had been killed or they should both be awarded Oscars

“Any idea who ht’ve killed him?”

They shook their heads, l

ooking numb

“Okay,” I said “Those were the easy questions Let’s get down to brass tacks Why were you”—I jabbed a finger toward Weis—“following me?”

Weis sed so hard, his neck seeot worried after you started asking people around the art school about Melissa”

Like this should surprise me

I pressed forward “Did your contact tell you to cut my car’s brake fluid lines?”

His gaze met mine, confused “No”

“How did you knohere to find me?”

“Our contact” His voice trailed off “He gave me the address of an auto repair shop and told me to look for a blue Fiesta”

Weis looked sincere and seeed my car?