loud, hoping something would click in her head. Just a coincidence? Key and key? Key on a key?
She sighed and looked out Roy’s office window. Marked and unmarked cars were slung around the front with uniforms and plain-clothes standing around, probably wondering when they could either go back on patrol or return to their hoodles and wait for their radios to bark.
No one was coming out of the building yet, so Mace sighed and lifted her gaze from the front entrance to the building across from where she was.
When she saw the neon, at first she couldn’t believe it.
“Damn!”
She looked down at her key and back at the flashing sign. How in the hell had she missed it? It was purple! But then again she’d never looked out this window at night. But still. Some detective she was.
She snatched the phone from her pocket and fired off a text to Roy.
Come on, Roy, we need to talk like right now.
CHAPTER 40
ROY SNATCHED a peek at his phone after it started to vibrate in his pants pocket. This did not escape the attention of Beth, who was standing near him.
He looked up from the screen and found her gaze on him.
“Dubai calling?” she said coolly.
“No, just a bud in town.”
“Bud’s up late.”
“We’re both night owls.”
“Good for you,” she said, her tone of skepticism delivered like a cannon shot.
“Are we done here, Chief?”
“For now. But next time you hear strange sounds, call the police.”
“You have my word.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t do trial work anymore.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because your bullshitting skills aren’t that good.”
She turned and marched out of the building while Roy sprinted for the stairs.
Mace was waiting at the front doors to the law firm.
“What the hell is it?” he said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the suite. “Your sister was still with me when you sent the text.”
“Come on.”
They hustled to Roy’s office.
Mace went to the window, Roy beside her. She pointed out. “Tell me what you see.”
He scanned the darkness. “Buildings. The street. A pissed-off police chief.”
“Think Viagra.”
“What?”
“Purple!”
He saw the large purple neon sign over the door of a ground-floor shop in the building directly across from his. “A-1 Mailboxes! That’s what the key’s for?”
“That’s right, genius. Focus in on? Try key on A-1. Right across the stupid courtyard.”
“She must’ve figured it was outside my window and the e-mail she sent would be enough for me to figure it out.” He looked chagrined. “I’ve been looking out this stupid window all day. But you figured it out.”
“Don’t feel too bad. If I hadn’t looked out the window to see if my big sister was scaling the building like King Kong to grab my butt I never would’ve seen it.”
“But now we can’t do anything. The police have the key.”
“Roy, Roy, I’m disappointed.” She held up her key.