Peter Leonard - Voices of the Dead

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Peter Leonard has already begun to establish himself as a distinctive, must-have voice in suspense fiction. Now he delivers his most compelling, most jaw-dropping novel yet, introducing us to a character you're not likely to forget anytime soon.
The year is 1971. The place is Detroit. Harry Levin, a scrap metal dealer and Holocaust survivor, has just learned that his daughter was killed in a car accident. Traveling to Washington, DC to claim the body, he learns that the accident was caused by a German diplomat who was driving drunk. This is only the beginning of the horror for Harry, though, as he discovers that the diplomat will never face charges - he has already been released and granted immunity. Enraged and aggrieved, Harry discovers the identity of his daughter's killer, follows him to Munich, and hunts him down. What Harry finds out about the diplomat and his plans will explode his life and the lives of everyone around him.
Brimming with action and dark humor,
, firmly positions Peter Leonard as a writer ever suspense fan needs to read.

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“What time’s he leave?”

“Between six fifteen and six thirty.”

“What time do you usually get here?”

“Seven.”

“Shooter must’ve parked in front or on a side street across Mt. Elliot, waited for your security man to go. Came through the gate saw your Mercedes in the lot, saw Mr. Dubuque on your couch and shot him. Miss Wampler said she arrived at six fifteen, and I believe the perp was still here. Heard her and went out the bathroom window. It was still open.”

The photographer finished and nodded at Mazza. “All set.” He put the camera in a black bag with a strap, and walked out of the room.

“You keep money around, Mr. Levin?”

“There’s ten thousand dollars in the safe. I told you the last time you were here, it’s a cash business.”

“Do me a favor, check and make sure it’s all there.”

Harry had a vintage Mosler bolted to the floor behind his desk. He turned the chair around, sat leaning forward and opened it. Saw banded stacks of fifties and hundreds. “Looks like it is.”

“So,” Mazza said, “we can rule out robbery as a motive.”

“Unless whoever it was tried to open the safe and couldn’t.”

Mazza took out a pack of Camels, tapped one out, put it between his teeth and lit it. “I think it was planned. Perp comes here sees your car in the lot, sees someone on the couch in your office, thinks it’s you. Same type of gun used on Cordell Sims. There’s something you aren’t telling me. Quite a bit I’d say.” Mazza paused, taking a deep drag on the Camel, blowing out smoke. “This a dope deal gone wrong? You and Cordell in business together?”

“Not even close.”

“Laundering money through the scrap yard?”

Harry frowned, let that one go.

Mazza ran his tongue over his teeth and spit out a loose piece of tobacco. “Where were you last night?”

“Home watching TV, Columbo and Johnny Carson.”

“Anyone with you?”

“Why?”

“Mr. Sims decided to check out of Detroit Receiving about midnight,” Mazza said, stubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray on Harry’s desk.

“Can’t say I blame him. Whoever shot him was probably coming back to finish the job.”

“Know anything about it?”

“Why would I?”

“Security guard described you in detail.”

“I doubt it.”

“Then we’ll have you come down, appear in a line-up. How’s that sound?”

“Like you don’t have anything and you’re trying to force it.”

“Any idea the penalty for harboring a fugitive?” Mazza said, pushing his hair off his forehead.

“No, but you’re going to tell me, aren’t you?”

Harry did have one thing going for him. Hess thought he was dead.

Cordell felt pain in his shoulder and leg before he opened his eyes and saw her, cute little white girl sitting in a chair, smiling at him. “Who’re you?”

“Franny, Harry’s niece. He asked me to check on you, see how you’re doing.”

“Been better.”

“I’m a nurse. Let me see your wounds.”

She got up, came over to the couch. Took three aspirin out a bottle on the end table, put them in his hand and gave him a glass of water.

“This should help take the edge off.”

He swallowed the aspirin and drank some water, handed her the glass. “What hospital you work at?”

“Providence, but I’m still in school. Not registered yet.”

“Know what you’re doing?” Cordell said.

She gave him a look like, pardon me? Pulled the blue hospital blanket down, lifted his gown and pulled the bandage off his thigh. Stared at it, poked the skin around it. Pulled the bandage off his forearm, looked at the little hole‚ was black ’n’ blue around it. Lifted his arm, checked the other side where the bullet came out. She slipped his right arm out of the gown and checked his shoulder and nodded.

“Am I gonna make it, Doc?”

She grinned. “Looks good. You’re healing well.”

“Motherfucker itches.”

“That’s normal. I want to take you upstairs, put you in a hot tub.”

She helped him up to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm water and Epsom salt, and helped him in.

“Just soak for a while.”

Girl was cool. Didn’t seem nervous seein’ a naked brother. “Want to go out some time?”

“I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“I’ll teach you how to do the Freaky Deaky.”

“I already know it,” Franny said. “If you don’t keep your freak clean you might get shot.”

“How you know about that?”

“I read it in the paper. Call me when you want to get out,” she said, stepped into the hall and closed the door.

When the police left Harry paged through a stack of transaction reports and shippers Jerry had put on his desk the day before. Without Jerry he’d have to put Phyllis in charge for a few days. She could handle it. He gave her a couple blank checks and told her to get more money when she needed it.

“Harry.” Phyllis on the intercom. “Someone named Joyce is on the phone for you.”

“Put her through.” He picked up the receiver. “How you doing?”

“Going out of my mind.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m staying at a friend’s house on the island. Let me give you the address and phone number.”

Harry wrote it down.

“Have you seen Hess? Is he there?”

“No.” He didn’t want to worry her.

“When are you coming down?”

“Tomorrow. Hang in there.”

It was 10:37 a.m. when he got home. Galina’s car was gone. Harry was now convinced that she’d had one too many and walked home. Cordell was on the couch in the den, watching TV, eating a bowl of cereal.

“You’re looking good.”

“Feelin’ better, thanks to your niece. She’s something, Harry.”

“You see a woman come by and get her car that was parked in the driveway?”

“No, but I’ve been noddin’ off.”

“I don’t want to ruin your day but the police are looking for you. And unless I’m wrong they’re going to be coming here with a warrant.”

“What do got in mind?” Cordell said.

“You up to traveling?”

“Depends on where you talkin’.”

“Palm Beach.”

“I can get next to that.” Cordell said. “Already packed. One question. How we getting there?”

Harry checked his messages, one from Colette.

“I’m still in Bergheim. My mother is in the hospital. Call me when you can. I’ll explain everything.”

He tried her again. No answer.

Hess could feel the hot humid air as he stepped out of the aircraft into the jet way at 3:30 p.m. He had had a window seat, and enjoyed seeing the blue ocean, the green palm trees, and the orange tile roofs of Palm Beach as the plane came in for a landing. He had checked out of the Statler Hotel in Detroit, driven to the airport, returned the Chevrolet Malibu to Avis. Three hours later he was in Florida. No customs agents asking questions this time.

He walked through the terminal to baggage claim and waited for his suitcase. He had disassembled the Walther and wrapped each piece in an article of clothing. He waited outside for a bus to take him to the Hertz lot, surprised how warm and bright it was after being in Detroit.

He rented a Lincoln Town Car that drove like a bus, cruising with the windows down to Palm Beach, checking in at the Breakers, a lavish architectural gem on the Atlantic Ocean. He insisted on a room with an ocean view and stood staring out the window, watching waves roll onto the shore.

Hess unpacked his suitcase and assembled the Walther, locking the weapon in a safe in the closet. His clothes were inappropriate, too heavy for the warm climate. He had seen a men’s shop downstairs off the lobby, and went there, purchasing golf shirts, one red, the other yellow, a pair of aviator sunglasses, khaki trousers, sandals and a black golf cap with the Breakers logotype on the front. He returned to the room, changing into the red golf shirt, the khaki trousers, the cap and sunglasses, studying himself in the mirror, amazed at the transformation, seeing a pale fifty-year-old American tourist.

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