He had spam-blocking software but still the majority of his messages were from organizations or businesses he’d never heard of. There were a couple more Web site hits from people interested in his services and several others from law firms he’d already worked with. He forwarded all of the inquiries along to Tamara at the office on the chance that she didn’t already have them—it was his fail-safe backup system.Mickey’s e-mail from yesterday gave him the street address of the Manion home, and his young runner had even gone the extra mile and dug up the private and unlisted residence telephone number, which Hunt no longer needed. Cursorily viewing the JPEG photos Mickey had attached, Hunt wasn’t surprised to see that the house was huge and elegant. Terra-cotta, it could have been an Italianate castle overlooking the sea on the Amalfi coast. It must have had twenty rooms, but its most striking architectural feature was a bougainvillea-covered square tower. Mickey had expensive lenses and a good eye, and he’d shot the place from three or four different angles, maybe planning to use it as a model and build one just like it when he became a famous chef.The last telephoto picture—catching Mrs.
