wants to toy with us. I take him at his word. There’s a cop out there somewhere and he’s in the sights.”
“I tend to think that way, too,” Backus said. “I think Brass does as well but felt the need to put the other possibility on the table.”
“So, then, what’s our strategy now?”
“Simple,” Backus said. “We find this guy and arrest him before he hurts anybody else.”
Backus smiled and everyone but Thorson followed suit.
“Actually, I think that until something else breaks, we stay put and redouble our efforts here. And let’s keep this fax to ourselves. Meantime, we’re ready to move if something develops. We hope for another fax from our guy and Brass is working up another alert for the field offices. I’ll tell her to stress its importance to the FOs in the Pacific time zone.”
He scanned the room and nodded. He was finished.
“Need I say it again?” he asked. “Your best work. We really need it now more than ever.”
30
The meeting with the locals didn’t get under way until almost eleven. It was short and sweet. It was the kind of situation where the suitor asks the bride-to-be’s father for approval of the marriage. Most of the time it doesn’t really matter what the old man says. It’s going to happen. In carefully chosen, friendly words Backus told the locals that the Big G was in town and was now running the show. There was a little bit of posturing and disagreement on some particulars but they rolled over with the empty promises Backus made.
During this meeting, I continued to avoid eye contact with Thorson. While driving over from the federal building Rachel had explained to me the reason for the morning’s tensions between her and Thorson. The night before she had run into her former husband in the hotel hallway while leaving my room. Her disheveled appearance probably told him all he needed to know. I groaned when I heard, thinking about how it complicated things. She seemed to be unconcerned and viewed the situation as amusing.
At the end of the meeting with the locals, Backus divided assignments. Rachel and Thompson were given the Orsulak crime scene. I was to ride with them. Mize and Matuzak were to start backtracking on the interviews the locals had conducted of Orsulak’s friends and try to reconstruct the dead detective’s movements on his last day. Thorson and Carter were given the Little Joaquin case and assigned to re-cover the ground trod by the locals. Grayson would act as liaison to the Phoenix cops, and Backus, of course, would run the show from the field office, maintaining contact on other developments in the case in Quantico and the other cities.
Orsulak had lived in a small yellow ranch house with stucco walls in South Phoenix. It was a marginal neighborhood. I counted three junk cars parked on gravel lawns and two Sunday morning garage sales in full swing on the block.
Rachel used the key she had gotten from Grayson to cut through an evidence sticker spread across the front doorjamb and then unlocked the door. Before pushing it open she turned to me.
“Remember, they didn’t find him for three and a half days. Are you up to this?”
“Course.”
For some reason I was embarrassed that she had asked me this in front of Thompson, who smiled as if I were a rookie. That annoyed me, too, even though in actuality I was less than a rookie.
We were three steps in before the odor engulfed me. As a reporter I had seen plenty of bodies, but I’d never had the pleasure of entering a closed structure where a body had rotted for three days before discovery. The putrid odor was almost palpable. It was like the ghost of William Orsulak, haunting the place and all who dared enter. Rachel left the front door open to help air the place out some.
“What are you looking for?” I asked once I was reasonably assured that I had control of my throat.
“Inside, I don’t know,” Rachel replied. “It’s already been gone over by the locals, his friends . . .”
She went to the dining room table in the room to the right of the door and put down and opened a file she had been carrying. She began leafing through the pages. It was part of the package the local cops had turned over to the agents.
“Have a look around,” she said. “It looks like they were pretty thorough, but you might come up with something.