Invisible Boy(8)
Author:Michael J. McCann

    Hanktried a man in a plaid shirt and jeans. He was an in-house courierwho drove a shuttle van between PeriWAN’s main campus in BeringHeights and its satellite locations around the city, including thisplace. Got down here before lunch with two passengers and a bunch ofdeliveries, stuck around, got something to eat in a Thai place a fewblocks over, came back late, saw the commotion, came over for a look.

    Hankthanked him, made a few notes and put away his notebook when he sawSchein being processed through the barrier at the other end.

    Theyshook hands and Hank gave him a few minutes to take a look andquestion Chalmers.

    “Thisisn’t his usual beat,” Schein said as he rejoined Hank and theymoved off to talk privately. “I don’t know why he’d be hangingaround here.”

    Itwas true. Wayne was normally seen around Governor’s Park, on theother side of Midtown, or down in the business section where some ofthe larger companies still kept their corporate offices.

    “Whenwas the last time you saw him?”

    Scheinchuckled, without much humor. “Good one, Donaghue. I might haveseen him a dozen times the last month and not realized it. We’retalking Invisible Boy, here.”

    Hanknodded patiently.

    “Iactually talked to him about a week ago,” Schein went on. “I wasdown at the downtown train station, on the south platform, you know,talking to some guys. We’ve been looking for some people dressed astrain employees running stuff across the river from the dockyards, soI was bumping into some guys I knew, talking them up. You know how itgoes.”

    “Yeah,”Hank said.

    “Thewhole time I was out there, I had this weird feeling. Like somethingwasn’t quite right. Gave me the fucking creeps. I kept lookingaround. I mean, it’s a train platform, right? If somebody’swatching me, I should probably be able to see them. I couldn’t seenobody, but I kept having this feeling. So I’m about to leave and Ilook along the wall. There’s a bunch of vending machines, right?Coke, Pepsi, whatever. I notice there’s two Coke machines, one inthe middle of the row and another one at the end. The one at the enddon’t look right. So I go over for a closer look. The damnedthing’s made of cloth. You can see creases where it had been foldedup. Same size as a Coke machine, but the outside is just photographs.I grab a corner and lift it up a little, and I can see them damnedrunning shoes of his sticking out from underneath.” He glanced backin the direction of the body.

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