A River Red With Blood (Charlie Parker #23)

Chapter 103

Edward Kenney called Santopietro from Hartland. He was using a fresh burner, which he hadn’t activated until he was out of Pittsfield.

“It’s done,” said Kenney.

He heard Santopietro breathe a sigh of relief.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t suppose it does.”

“We need to talk, and you need to help me get rid of a body.”

“Of course. I’ll be waiting.”

I bet you will, thought Kenney.

I was watching Kenney on the app. He was on the 151, driving toward Athens. If I was right, he’d go west to pick up the 201, which was a better road, then north toward Solon and the Kennebec River Reservoir, Bingham, and finally, The Plains.

Edward Kenney was on his way to Spero.