“He didn’t have a name,” Hubble said. “Just a contact code. He said it was safer that way. I can’t believe they got him. He seemed like a capable guy to me. Tell the truth, you remind me of him. You seem like a capable guy to me, too.”
“See you later, Teale,” I called as I drove away.
He looked at me. Something burning in his eyes. I shrugged.
“About twenty minutes ago,” I said. “In the morgue.”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all. I haven’t told her anything. Not a thing. I couldn’t. It’s all my secret. Nobody else knows a thing.”
“They’re always in there,” he said. “Never exactly closed. Never exactly open, either.”