Read The Tomorrow Heist for Free Online

young.
    â€œThat was taken by a warehouse security camera just up the road from the first facility that was attacked minutes after the alarm went out to the fire department. We enhanced the photo as much as we could without washing out the details. Afraid that’s the best we could do.”
    Per put the photo down on the pile, looking up at Harcourt. He examined the man for a few long moments, Harcourt seeming uncomfortable under Per’s gaze. If not for the booze and pills, Per would have probed the discomfort further.
    â€œWhy me?” Per asked, finally.
    â€œI heard what you did in Spain last year,” Harcourt said, glancing at Per’s one gloved hand. “You’re the man for the job, all right.”
    Per understood why Harcourt had looked into his past, but he didn’t like it. There was too much there to find.
    â€œAs I said in my correspondence, my fee is one hundred thousand dollars and expenses. Deposited to this account,” Per said, holding out a business card with his bank account transfer information on it. Harcourt just looked at it. Hank got up and took it from Per before returning to the sofa.
    â€œI’ll need full access,” Per said.
    â€œYou’ll have it,” Harcourt said. He reached in a drawer and took out a passcard. He tossed it to Per. “This will get you into all my facilities. And this should take care of your expenses.” Harcourt tossed another card onto the desk. This one was a credit card. It was black. “No limit. And you can use it at any ATM for as much cash as you need. Passcode is L-­I-­F-­E. 5433,” Harcourt said, taking another drink.
    â€œYou are being very trusting, Mr. Harcourt,” Per said. The implication was, how do you know I won’t rob you blind?
    â€œAs I said, Broden, the one thing I do have is money. And my horse sense. You hold your cards pretty close to your chest, but I can tell I can trust you.”
    Per simply looked at him, wondering what the drunk would say if he knew that Per had no intention of killing anyone for him—­unless they got in his way, of course. Per would solve the Dead Lights mystery—­what it meant and what the bomber was trying to achieve—­and then move on to his next puzzle. The answers were all that mattered to Per. All that would ever matter to him. He’d trade his life for those answers—­his and anyone else’s.
    Per stood up, pocketed the cards, and picked up the photos.
    â€œI’ll solve your riddle, Mr. Harcourt,” Per said.
    â€œYou misunderstand me, Broden. I don’t care what the meaning is. I want you to find the coyote and put him down.”
    Per had expected as much.
    â€œOf course. There could be . . . collateral damage,” Per said. The last thing he wanted was his new employer’s reporting him to the authorities because he didn’t approve of his methods.
    â€œDo what you have to do, Broden. I don’t care what it costs. It’s self-­defense. And in Texas, that can be bloody.”
    Not just in Texas, Per thought.
    H ANK G REEN ASKED Per to wait outside while he finalized things with Harcourt. Per obliged without a word and left the opulent office. After he’d closed the door, Hank turned to face his boss.
    â€œYou didn’t tell him Reese was our man,” Hank said, moving toward the desk.
    â€œJudgment call,” Harcourt said. “Tracking Reese will lead him to the old woman, but it can’t be too easy. Broden isn’t just cagey, he’s incredibly perceptive, from all accounts. He needs to work for it.” The slur was gone from his voice. Harcourt was sitting up straighter now too. Hank knew that Harcourt had intended to act helpless, so Broden wouldn’t fully know who he was dealing with. Hank also knew that Harcourt was deluding himself. He might not have been as confused as he’d acted, but he was far from in control. He hadn’t