one more thing about Cappy. He's got a credit card."
Jenkins said, "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I saw him buying gas once, with a card. You reminded me when you said that thing about the ID, because the girl at the counter asked for an ID."
"You know what kind of card?" Lucas asked.
"Well, it was at a SuperAmerica, and he hadn't been here long, and I don't think they've got SuperAmericas in California, so ... I guess it was a Visa. And it oughta have a billing address."
"That's good," Lucas said. "Can you give me one more thing? Anything?"
Johnston scratched his chin, then asked, "Can I make a call? I know a guy who might know more than me."
"He won't call Cappy, will he?"
"Not if I tell him not to--he's not one of Cappy's good friends, but he works around him a lot."
"Go ahead."
Johnston made the call, talked to a guy named Roger Denton, described the situation, and then said, "You don't, huh. Well, that's better than nothing. Anything else you can think of? ... Call me back if you do."
He hung up and said, "He thinks Cappy's got a place somewhere, St. Paul Park, Cottage Grove area. But he wouldn't swear to it."
They thanked Johnston, Lucas gave him a card with his cell-phone number on it, told him to keep his mouth shut, and headed back to the truck. Lucas gave the keys to Shrake and said, "If you break it, you buy it."
Sitting in the passenger seat, he called the duty officer and got phone numbers for Bakersfield, and got the duty guy working on the Visa card. The Bakersfield desk officer referred him to a detective named J.J. Ball, and said Ball would call him back. Ball did, a couple of minutes later, and Lucas identified himself and said, "You've got a note on the driver's license file of a Caprice M. Garner, who calls himself Cappy."
"Not me," Ball said. "I never heard of the guy. Let me check with a couple other guys, see if anybody knows him."
BALL CLICKED OFF, and Lucas called Virgil. "Anything?"
"Your wife is tipsy. I'm thinking about taking advantage of her."
"You wouldn't survive," Lucas said. "She's a bear when she gets loaded."
"Yeah, well. I'd take care when you get home, then," Virgil said. "Because she is getting loose."
"That's okay," Lucas said. "It'll make the corn grow."
"What?"
"That's always what you say when the Weather is fucked up."
Silence. Then, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. See you at your place, if I can get her loaded into my truck."
LUCAS SMILED and hung up, and Shrake asked, "Where're we going?"
"Let's head back to my place. We can wait awhile, see if anything develops. If not, we'll wait until morning."
"If the guy got out of the hospital, and he's running, and hurt, he won't get far tonight," Jenkins said. "This is awful ..."
The whole world was white, and the streets were nearly empty. They found an entrance to I-35 North, took it, and plowed along the freeway at thirty miles an hour, through most of St. Paul, then west on I-94, following a snowplow.
They'd just turned back toward Lucas's place when he took a call from Bakersfield. "Al James. I work Intel with J.J. He said you're asking about a Caprice Garner."
"That's right. We think he may be involved in a number of homicides."
"That's why we want to keep an eye on him. We've had guys from the biker gangs here tell us that Garner might have killed some people," James said. "They've had some guys disappear after they had dealings with him. We don't have anything solid, except some people have definitely dropped off the radar."
Lucas filled him in on the trouble in the Twin Cities, and James said, "That'd fit with the rumors out here. I can make a couple calls, see if I can find somebody still in touch with him. Probably won't be able to get back to you until tomorrow."
"Okay. If he's running, he may be coming back your way," Lucas said. "Keep it in mind."
"I'd prefer to have you hang on to him," James said.
Lucas clicked off, told Jenkins and Shrake what James had said, and Jenkins said, "Building a file."
THEY WERE HEADING south on Cretin Avenue when the duty officer called. "I've got a mailing address for a Caprice Garner in St. Paul Park."
"That's good, that's what we've got," Lucas said.
The duty officer said, "I'm looking at the address on the Google Maps Satellite, and it's a house."
"We heard that he had a