The Death Sculptor (47 page)

‘Yes, I know the place. Give me half an hour?’

‘See you there.’ Hunter disconnected.

Outside the PAB, Hunter paused at the corner of South Broadway and West 1st Street, and observed the traffic for a moment. He touched the flesh wounds on his cheek, before looking down at the envelope he had in his hands. It was addressed to Michelle Howard, the Chief Editor for the
LA Times
. She’d made the news herself a few years ago when she revealed that she had been a victim of gang rape when she was a teenager. The offenders were never caught.

Hunter hadn’t told Garcia, Captain Blake, Alice or anyone else about the recording device Olivia had given him. He retrieved the device from his pocket and stared at it for a long moment before placing it inside the envelope, sealing it, and dropping it inside the postbox he was standing in front of.

Now his job was done.

He started walking towards 2nd and Main.