forehead was red where he’d hit his head on the treadmill. He hadn't thought much of it -- until now.
That must have been what Cliff was referring to.
He took a closer look and saw, imprinted on his head, the letters napS, which he recognized as part of LifeSpan spelled backwards.
"Perfect," he said. He looked back at Cathy. "That must be why I've been getting strange looks from everyone." He shook his head. "I'm glad I'm giving everyone a few laughs tonight," he said, as he walked into his office.
Chapter 6
"Evans, what's the update from the neighbourhood?" Bill asked.
From his cell, Constable Evans responded, "We've interviewed a number of the neighbours. The people in the house next door described them as a loving couple with no kids, and no known relationship problems."
"Anything else?"
"Their friends seemed to know the victim had a handgun and was a member of the local gun club. I'll check that out further tomorrow," he said. "They also knew he was the Terminal Manager of the port, but said he didn't talk much about it. Apparently, the wife didn't work but was a real fitness buff -- always in different competitions."
Cathy popped her head in the doorway with her hand against her head like a phone, and whispered, "There's a call for you."
Bill nodded and held up a finger implying he'd be a second. "Evans, I've gotta go. See if you can find out what they did when they weren't with each other. She must have had a reason, and I'm betting someone else knows what her reason was. We have to act fast on this one -- the press is going to be all over us about a connection to the docks."
"I'll check it out. What time do you want to plan a de-briefing meeting?" Evans asked.
"Do what you can in the next couple hours. We'll meet back here at ten-thirty," Bill said.
"I'll call you if I find anything earth-shattering, otherwise, I'll see you later tonight."
Cathy returned with a cup of black coffee. "Thanks Cathy. Who's on the line?"
"It's someone from the Ontario Provincial Police in Lansdowne, near Gananoque," she said. "Apparently they're working on a case involving someone from the Toronto area. That's all he told me."
"Okay, thanks. Oh, would you mind finding the name and number for the CEO of the Toronto Port Authority? I spoke to him a couple of months ago about the dock worker who was killed, but I forget his name," Bill said. "And could you also have someone pull the file on that dock worker, too?"
"No problem," she said.
The inspector took a quick sip of his coffee, then picked up the phone. "This is Inspector Bill Roberts, sorry to keep you waiting." He could tell from the noise on the other end of the line, there was quite a commotion going on. Whoever was on the line, asked someone else the status of the Coast Guard. Bill heard a man respond in the background but couldn't make it out. Once the talking stopped, he repeated, "Hello, this is Inspector Bill Roberts."
The man on the other end, was startled. "Oh, sorry, Inspector. It's Sergeant Frank Wilcock from the O.P.P., Thousand Islands Detachment. We're in the middle of an investigation and I'm wondering if you could lend a hand."
"I'm sure we'll do what we can. What do you need?"
"Inspector, I know you're in charge of Homicide in the Criminal Investigation Department, and at present we're not even sure if there has been a crime, or exactly what we're dealing with here." He paused and sighed. "We suspect we've had a jumper off the Thousand Islands Bridge, and our only lead right now, is an abandoned car from North York. As it's a district in Toronto, I figured it was in your jurisdiction."
"Your details sound a little thin. What's been confirmed so far?" Bill asked.
"We received a call from a trucker half an hour ago, saying he saw someone standing on the highest part of the bridge, outside of the guard rail. He stopped his truck but couldn’t see anyone. He looked over the edge, but it was too dark to see the details at the surface of the water.
"One of our constables investigated and found an abandoned car in a parking lot nearby, after the bridge had been closed to pedestrians. There's no reason a car should be there. We're mobilizing our water team, and I've also called in the Coast Guard, to see if they can find anything."
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