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and the women were at the core of it. What was it?
There were some differences in the crimes.
Edward Jacobi was shot as he came down the stairs carrying a flashlight - probably he was awakened by a noise.
Mrs. Jacobi and her children were shot in the head, Mrs. Leeds in the abdomen. The weapon was a nine-millimeter automatic pistol in all the shootings. Traces of steel wool from a homemade silencer were found in the wounds. The cartridge cases bore no fingerprints.
The knife had been used only on Charles Leeds. Dr. Princi believed it was thin-bladed and very keen, possibly a fileting knife.
The methods of entry were different too; a patio door pried open at the Jacobis', the glass cutter at the Leedses'.
Photographs of the crime inBirminghamdid not show the quantity of blood found at the Leedses', but there were stains on the bedroom walls about two and one-half feet above the floor. So the killer had an audience inBirminghamtoo. TheBirminghampolice checked the bodies for fingerprints, induding the fingernails, and found nothing. Burial for a summer month inBirminghamwould destroy any prints like the one on theLeedschild.
In both places were the same blond hairs, same spit, same semen. Graham propped photographs of the two smiling families against the seat back in front of him and stared at them for a long time in the hanging quiet of the airplane.
What could have attracted the murderer specifically to them? Graham wanted very much to believe there was a common factor and that he would find it soon.
Otherwise he would have to enter more houses and see what the Tooth Fairy had left for him.
* * *
Graham got directions from theBirminghamfield office and checked in with the police by telephone from the airport. The compact car he rented spit water from the air-conditioner vents onto his hands and arms.
His first stop was the Geehan Realty office onDennison Avenue.
Geehan, tall and bald, made haste across his turquoise shag to greet Graham. His smile faded when Graham showed his identification and asked for the key to the Jacobi house.
"Will there be some cops in uniform out there today?" he asked, his hand on the top of his head.
"I don't know."
"I hope to God not. I've got a chance to show it twice this afternoon. It's a nice house. People see it and they forget this other. Last Thursday I had a couple fromDuluth, substantial retired people hot on the Sun Belt. I had them down to the short rows - talking mortgages - I mean that man could have fronted a third, when the squad car rode up and in they came. Couple asked them questions and, boy, did they get some answers. These good officers gave 'em the whole tour - who was laying where. Then it was Good-bye, Geehan, much obliged for your trouble. I try to show 'em how safe we've fixed it' but they don't listen. There they go, jake-legged through the gravel, climbing back in their Sedan de Ville."
"Have any single men asked to look at it?"
"They haven't asked me. It's a multiple listing. I don't think so, though. Police wouldn't let us start painting until, I don't know, we just got finished inside last Tuesday. Took two coats of interior latex, three in places. We're still working outside. It'll be a genuine showplace."
"How can you sell it before the estate's probated?"
"I can't close until probate, but that doesn't mean I can't be ready. People could move in on a memorandum of understanding. I need to do something. A business associate of mine is holding the paper, and that interest just works all day and all night while you're asleep."
"Who is Mr. Jacobi's executor?"
"Byron Metcalf, firm of Metcalf and Barnes. How long you figure on being out there?"
"I don't know. Until I've finished."
"You can drop that key in the mail. You don't have to come back by."
* * *
Graham had the flat feeling of a cold trail as he drove out to the Jacobi house. It was barely within the city limits in an area newly annexed. He stopped beside the highway once to check his map before he found the turnoff onto an asphalt secondary road.
More than a month had passed since they were killed. What had he been doing then? Putting a pair of diesels in a sixty-five foot Rybovich hull, signaling to Ariaga in the crane to come down another half-inch. Molly came over in the late afternoon and he and Molly and Ariaga sat under an awning