Chapter 60
Sherman Dixon burst into SAIC Robert Branson’s office. Bob Branson was on the phone with the DEA’s Special Agent in Charge, Brian Torrington. Bob put his hand over the phone.
“What is it, Dixon?”
“Solomon skipped!”
“What?”
“He’s missing.”
Bob Branson took just a moment to process the news.
“Torrington,” he said into the phone, “I’ll call you right back. Something important has come up. I’ll call you within ten minutes. Yeah, bye.” He hung up the phone.
“Sit. Tell me,” said Bob.
“I just got a call from Matthew Castle. He said Avram isn’t at his townhouse or Solomon Chrysler, although his car is parked at the dealership in its usual spot. O’Brien and Simmons saw him go into the dealership this morning at nine-thirty,” said Sherm. “They said he never came out, but nobody inside has seen him since this morning. Castle said they were looking for Avram all over the place, but couldn’t find him. Everybody in the store thinks he went out. They have no idea where, or why he left the Jag out front. “
“Shit!” said Bob. “He knew we were watching the Jag! He took one of the other cars! He’s had plenty of time to get on a flight out of Logan, or Rhode Island…even New York!”
Sherm nodded, rubbing a hand over his head. “We need to get an APB out on him right away, Bob.”
“I’ll get his name and description out. Have O’Brien and Simmons go in there, now,” said Bob. “Tell them to find out who’s in charge, and close up that dealership! Tell them to get the customers out, tactfully; but keep the employees there. See if they can figure out which car he took, what kind of a plate it had…the number.
“Shit! If Silvio Tambini finds out that Solomon took off, he’ll clean house! The warrants are executable now. We need to move this timetable up.”
“Damn right,” said Sherm, “unless we want to raid empty buildings.”
“I’ll call the State police and the DEA. You get the teams together, Dixon. You and I are going back to Waltham.”
Sherm was on his way out the door and already on his cell, calling Jack O’Brien.
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