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crooked nose that made her pretty. Pike studied more pictures. The two boys, then the four of them together, father, mother, children, family.
    Pike moved through the office until he came to a space on a shelf with an empty frame. The frame was the right size for the El Salvador picture.
    Pike took a breath, let it out, then found Chen back in the dining room.
    Show me his family.
    You want to see what they did to his wife and his kids?
    Pike wanted to see. He wanted to fix them in his mind, and have them close when he found the men who killed them.
    PIKE LIVED ALONE IN a two-bedroom condo in Culver City. He drove home, then stripped and showered away the sweat. He let hot water beat into him, then turned on the cold. Pike didn't flinch when the icy water fired his skin. He rubbed the cold over his face and scalp, and stayed in the cold much longer than the hot, then toweled himself off.
    Before he dressed, he looked at himself in the mirror. Pike was six foot one. He weighed two hundred five pounds. He had been shot seven times, hit by shrapnel on fourteen separate occasions, and stabbed or cut eleven times. Scars from the wounds and resulting surgeries mapped his body like roads that always came back to the same place. Pike knew exactly which scars had been earned when he worked with Frank Meyer.
    Pike leaned close to the mirror, examining each eye. Left eye, right eye. The scleras were clear and bright, the irises a deep, liquid blue. The skin surrounding the eyes was lined from squinting into too many suns. Pike's eyes were sensitive to light, but his visual acuity was amazing. 20/11 in his left eye, 20/12 in his right. They had loved that in sniper school.
    Pike dressed, then put on his sunglasses.
    Yoda.
    Lunch was leftover Thai food nuked in the microwave. Tofu, cabbage, broccoli, and rice. He drank a liter of water, then washed the one plate and fork while thinking about what he had learned from Chen and Terrio, and how he could use it.
    Jumping Pike in broad daylight on a residential street to ask a few questions was a panic move. This confirmed that after three months, seven invasions, and eleven homicides, Terrio had not developed enough evidence to initiate an arrest. But a lack of proof did not necessarily mean a lack of suspects or usable information, what Chen had called shoe leather information. Professional home invasion crews almost always comprised career criminals who did violent crime for a living. If caught, they would be off the streets for the period of their incarceration, but would almost always commit more crimes when released. Experienced investigators like Terrio knew this, and would compare the date of the original robbery to release dates of criminals with a similar history, trying to identify high-probability suspects. Pike wanted to know what they had.
    Pike went upstairs to his bedroom closet, opened his safe, and took out a list of telephone numbers. The numbers were not written as numbers, but as an alphanumeric code. Pike found the number he wanted, then brought it downstairs, sat on the floor with his back to the wall, and made the call.
    Jon Stone answered on the second ring, the sound of old-school N. W. A pounding loud behind him. Stone must have recognized Pike's number on the caller ID.
    Well. Look who it is.
    Got a couple of questions.
    How much will you pay for a couple of answers?
    Jon Stone was a talent agent for professional military contractors. Stone used to be a PMC himself, but now placed talent with the large private military corporations and security firms favored by Washington and corporate America. Safer that way, and much more profitable.
    Pike didn't respond, and after a while the N. W. A was turned down.
    Stone said, Tell you what, let's table that for now. You go ahead, ask, we'll see what develops.
    Remember Frank Meyer?
    Fearless Frank, my man on the tanks? Sure.
    Has Frank been working?
    Frank was one of your guys. You tell me.
    Has he been on the market?
    He