dialing feature. Jeannie found a scratch pad and a ballpoint and scribbled the two numbers, then she picked up a phone and dialed manually. A male voice answered and she went into her spiel. "This is Detective Susan Farber of the Boston city police - "
"What the fuck are you doing calling me at this time of night?" the man burst out. "Do you know who I am?"
"I assume you're Henry King - "
"Assume you just lost your fucking job, you dumb cunt," he raged. "Susan who did you say?"
"I just need to check on your date of birth, Mr. King - "
"Let me speak to your lieutenant right away."
"Mr. King - "
"Do as I say!"
"Goddamn gorilla," Jeannie said, and she hung up. She felt quite shaky. "I hope it's not going to be a night of conversations like that."
Lisa had already hung up. "Mine was Jamaican, and had the accent to prove it," she said. "I gather yours was unpleasant."
"Very."
"We could stop now, and continue in the morning."
Jeannie was not going to be defeated by one rude man. "Hell, no," she said. "I can take a little verbal abuse."
"Whatever you say."
"He sounded a lot older than twenty-two, so we can forget him. Let's try the other two."
Bracing herself, she dialed again.
Her third Henry King had not yet gone to bed; there was music in the background and other voices in the room. "Yeah, who's this?" he said.
He sounded about the right age, and Jeannie felt hopeful. She did her impersonation of a cop again, but he was suspicious. "How do I know you're the police?"
He sounded just like Steve, and Jeannie's heart missed a beat. This could be one of the clones. But how should she deal with his suspicions? She decided to brazen it out. "Would you like to call me back here at police headquarters?" she offered recklessly.
There was a pause. "No, forget it," he said.
Jeannie breathed again.
"I'm Henry King," he said. "They call me Hank. What do you want?"
"Could I first check your date and place of birth?"
"I was born in Fort Devens exactly twenty-two years ago.
It's my birthday, as a matter of fact. Well, it was yesterday, Saturday."
It was him! Jeannie had found one clone already. Next she had to establish whether he was in Baltimore last Sunday. She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice as she said: "Could you tell me when you last traveled outside the state?"
"Let me see, that was August. I went to New York."
Jeannie's instincts said he was telling the truth, but she continued to question him. "What were you doing last Sunday?"
"I was working."
"What work do you do?"
"Well, I'm a graduate student at MIT, but I have a Sunday job tending bar at the Blue Note Cafe in Cambridge."
Jeannie scribbled a note. "And that's where you were last Sunday?"
"Yep. Served at least a hundred people."
"Thank you, Mr. King." If this was true, he was not the one who had raped Lisa. "Would you just give me that phone number so I can confirm your alibi?"
"I don't recall the number, but it's in the book. What am I supposed to have done?"
"We're investigating a case of arson."
"I'm glad I have an alibi."
She found it unnerving to hear Steve's voice and know she was listening to a stranger. She wished she could see Henry King, to check the visual resemblance. Reluctantly she drew the conversation to a close. "Thank you again, sir. Good night." She hung up and blew out her cheeks, drained by the effort of deception. "Whew!"
Lisa had been listening. "You found him?"
"Yes, he was born in Fort Devens and he's twenty-two today. He's the Henry King we're looking for, sure enough."
"Good work!"
"But he seems to have an alibi. He says he was working at a bar in Cambridge." She looked at her scratch pad. "The Blue Note."
"Shall we check it out?" Lisa's hunting instinct had been aroused and she was keen.
Jeannie nodded. "It's late, but I guess a bar should still be open, especially on a Saturday night. Can you get the number from your CD-ROM?"
"We only have residential numbers. Business listings are another set of disks."
Jeannie called information, got the number, and dialed it. The phone was answered right away.
"This is Detective Susan Farber of the Boston police. Let me speak to the manager, please."
"This is the manager, what's wrong?" The man had a Hispanic accent and he sounded worried.