She kissed him.
He said, "You want a present?"
"I like Herkimer crystals and blue topaz. Gold is always good. Silver if it's thick."
"How about information?"
Rune sat up. "You found a suspect in a red windbreaker?"
"Nope."
"You found fingerprints on one of the Angel letters?"
"Nope. But I did find out something about the explosives in the second bombing."
"And you're going to tell me?"
"Yep."
"Why?" she asked, smiling.
He didn't know. But at least this was something he was saying about her. And it seemed to make her happy.
"Because."
"What about them?" she asked.
"They were stolen from a military base. A place called Fort Ord in Monterey. Whoever did it got away with--"
"California?" Rune asked, sitting up, pulling the sheet off Healy and around herself.
"Right."
She was frowning. "Monterey is where Shelly and Tommy used to live."
"Who?"
"Tommy Savorne. Her old boyfriend. He still lives there."
Healy tugged back more of the covers. "So?"
"Well, it's just kind of a coincidence, doesn't it seem?"
"The explosives were stolen over a year ago."
"I guess." Rune lay back down. A moment later, she said, "He's in town, you know."
"Tommy?"
She nodded. "He's been in town since before the first bombing."
A tug hooted.
One of the Trump helicopters cruised low, making its run from Atlantic City.
Rune and Healy looked at each other.
Healy stood at the pay phone across from the dock while Rune tugged at his arm.