I gave him your phone number.”

“All right.” Brixton got up to leave.

“We’re not done yet!” Heinrich snapped.

Brixton sat back down like a punished schoolchild.

“So, tell me more about this production studio.”

“I don’t know much. I’d only heard the name. Casey led me to believe zhe hadn’t made up zir mind yet. Guess zhe had. Wanda got in touch because Casey wanted her to come with. That’s how she knew where Casey went. I got the impression that Wanda was spooked by the whole thing. Something about it scared her, and it’s hard to scare Wanda.”

“Whatever it was, now we don’t get to know. Tell Fowler all this. I’ll send you a bill for the one day I was on the job.”

“Wait! You can’t quit.”

“A woman has been murdered. It’s a police affair now.”

“No, you need to go get Casey and Arizona! The cops will be too slow. A warrant, talking to the cops in Amsterdam, extradition … that will take days, and they might not have days. Book the next flight out there. I don’t care how much it costs.”

Heinrich considered. The guy was right; the cops would take too long. Fowler was a good man, but the red tape would slow him down. With Heinrich being a private investigator, he was facing a legal gray area when a police investigation was underway, but Fowler would let it slide. He was good people.

“All right, I’ll go. Anything else you gotta tell me?”

After the briefest of hesitations, Brixton shook his head.

Heinrich glared at him. “Anything?”

“No!”

Bullshit, but you’re not going to spill, are you?

“An extra two grand if I bring your kid back unharmed.”

“Of course. Anything. And two grand for Casey.”

“Deal.”

Your wife ain’t worth shit, buddy, but I’ll take the money. And as for getting your little girl back unharmed, it might be too late for that.

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Heinrich booked a red-eye flight leaving JFK at eleven that night. It would get him into Amsterdam the next day at one in the afternoon. It was the best he could do. He bought a first-class ticket so he could catch some Zs on the way over. He had a feeling he wouldn’t get much once he was in the Netherlands.

In the meantime, Brixton sent him a long email with details about his missing wife and kid. He also sent a picture. Mother and daughter together in some park. Both had flaming red hair.