"In jail? Then how--?"

"Don't start asking questions yet, Gideon, or we'll be here the rest of the night. So, while I'm trying to figure out how somebody who's already locked up could off our boy, I find these." He dropped a few metal pellets about the size of mouse feces into my hand. "Any idea what they are?"

"No," I answered dimly.

"I didn't either, until I ran them for stains. Price's blood was there." Max took a deep breath. "You know what condition his body was in?"

I nodded. "'Almost disintegrated,' the cops said."

"By these," Max went on, taking one of the pellets and studying it. "Any idea how fast they'd have to be traveling to do that to a human body?"

"Could they do that to a human body?"

"Sure. Theoretically. If I toss a little lump of lead at you, it isn't gonna kill you--I shoot it out of a gun, that's a different story. Fire a bunch of these jobs at a high enough velocity, and, yeah, your body would almost vaporize. But that's a hell of a velocity. And nobody heard any gunfire--not even the doorman. Or so he says." MORE>>

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