explanation hook. “See you tonight. Pizza?”
“Pizza’s good.”
When Diane got off the phone with Frank, she asked David, “I don’t suppose you’ve taken that ad out yet about no murders until we recover? I could really use a night off.”
“Darn it. No, I haven’t,” said David.
“You know,” said Jin. “We could be looking at this all wrong. There’s another angle.”
“What’s that?” asked Diane.
“Someone could be getting rid of your enemies.”
Chapter 27
“Someone could be getting rid of my enemies?” said Diane. She didn’t like this angle at all.
“You could have a secret admirer who wants to make your problems go away,” said Jin.
“Let’s say for a moment that this scenario is true,” said Diane. “Then it follows that Patrice is in danger. Well, hell.” She fished the cell phone from her pocket, called Garnett, and relayed Jin’s latest idea.
“It’s just a thought,” said Diane, “and I think it remote, but you might keep an eye on her.”
“She’s already requested that we do so. She heard about McNair and has decided that you will be gunning for her next.”
“Oh, this is just great. You know, Garnett, I do have a reputation to uphold in this town.”
“I know. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Easy for him to say, she thought. “We e-mailed you a likeness of the individual generated from the skull fragments found in the basement,” she said.
“I got it. I’m showing it around now. This is the first break we’ve had in the meth case. Good job.”
“Marcus’ men collected the evidence in the basement,” said Diane. “There have to be more bone parts from there. I have a couple of long bones, a rib, and the skull fragments from the basement, that’s it.”
“Maybe it was all obliterated,” said Garnett.
“Do you know how hard it is to obliterate bone?” asked Diane.
“I’ll check on it,” he said.
“Have you been able to look at any of the other evidence from the basement area?”
“No. McNair’s unit is working on it. They’ll let me know when they have something.” Garnett thanked her again and hung up.
Diane thought he was in rather a hurry to get off the phone.
“Well,” said Diane, “Patrice had the same idea . . . but she’s asked for police protection from me.”
The three of them laughed. She didn’t think it was funny.
“I’ll be going through the books we brought from the Cipriano apartment,” said Diane, “while you guys work on the other two cases.”
The books were stacked in boxes in one of the glassed-in workrooms of the crime lab. The ones David had already gone through were on the table. He had made a list of the titles, authors, copyright dates, editions, and subject matter. She scanned the list, looking for a title, a name, or anything that might sound like the phrase Jere Bowden thought she heard. Nothing sprang from David’s page of notes.
Diane continued where he left off. She flipped through the books, looking for margin notes or anything stuck between the pages. She went through about twenty books and . . . nothing. David was right. If you don’t know what you’re looking for, you have a hard time finding it.
She had started on a second boxful when Neva came into the room.
“I got a call from one of my sources,” she said. “I have some information.” She dragged up a chair and sat down. “It was another jogger who found McNair on the path. He said when he parked his car he saw a guy walking up the road. He was wearing a synthetic black winter coat and bill cap that matched, jeans, and work boots. He had graying dark hair, from what he could see. He noticed him because he didn’t look like either a jogger or hiker. Does that sound familiar?”
“That’s the description of the guy Jere Bowden saw at Joana Cipriano’s apartment,” said Diane.
“That’s what they are thinking at Homicide,” said Neva.
“So the murders are tied together somehow,” said Diane. “How? We haven’t found any evidence that Joana was involved in anything criminal.” For that matter, she thought, they didn’t really know if McNair was involved in anything illegal.
“I suppose it could be a coincidence,” said Neva. “I mean, after all, it’s not like those are unusual clothes. You could go around the city and find a half dozen men dressed like that this time of year.”
“I supposed they asked Joana’s ex-husband if she knew McNair?” said Diane.
“They did, and he said he’d never heard of him. Neither had her mother or her friends,” said Neva.
“Did the