It seemed like an hour, but it was only a little over twenty minutes from the time they got out of the car until Neuman said, “That’s it” Paula stood quickly and pulled down her dress and held the flashlight while Neuman hurriedly collected his latest bits of salvage from the strewn garbage and took it to the opened trunk of the car where he put them with the others in a plastic evidence bag. He peeled off the surgical gloves and threw them down, grabbed another pair, slammed the trunk, and both of them ran around to opposite sides of the car, got in, and slammed the doors.
“This was a take,” Neuman said enthusiastically. “I think we’ve got some stuff here, some good stuff.”
“Jesus, I hope so.” Paula was running her fingers through her hair which was disheveled from pulling her skirt over her head. “I don’t believe those goddamn things out there,” she snapped. She picked up the pair of latex gloves and pulled them on. “Let me see the bag,” she said.
Neuman handed it to her as Paula opened the glove box, turned on the flashlight again, and laid it on the open glove box door. Neuman picked up his notebook and took a ballpoint out of his shirt pocket.
Paula carefully picked the first item out of the bag and leaned over and held it under the flashlight beam.
“Okay, we’ll begin with the biggest pieces, the envelopes, three of them. One: from Gulfstream National Bank and Trust. Looks like maybe bank statements came in it. You know, a little window in it, so we don’t know who’s the addressee. Two: from Secure Maintenance Services, but this thing wasn’t mailed. Uh, the name ‘Doris W.’ written in ballpoint on the front. Maybe she brought something home in it.”
“Then shouldn’t her name be on the envelope? You think she works there?”
“In the office, maybe. Casey,” she said, dropping her hand in her lap and straightening up, “I’m melting. Since we can’t roll down the window because of the damn mosquitoes, can we at least turn on the air conditioner?”
Neuman started the car, put the air conditioner on high and picked up his pen again.
Paula continued. “Three: from Excell Executive Secretarial Services, ‘Olivia M.’ written in pencil on the outside.”
“Same handwriting?”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
Neuman nodded, writing.
“Okay,” Paula continued. “Receipts.” She slapped a mosquito on her arm. “Some of those little bastards are in this car.” She scratched the bite vigorously. “One: from the Total Detailing, a car wash, one of those places that does everything that can be done to your car plus some more, over on Bay Area Boulevard.”
“Gotta keep that ‘Vette lookin’ good,” Neuman said.
“Yeah. Two: this one from-oh, you’ll like this, Casey-Victoria’s Secret in Baybrook Mall.”
“Great. What’d she get?” Neuman asked, still writing.
“Four pairs of Chancery Lace bras and matching panties in champagne and toasted almond…”
“What?”
“Champagne and toasted almond, those are the colors.”
“Whoa, no red and black?” He squashed a mosquito on his notepad.
“And some other stuff…” Paula said, setting it aside and going on to the next item. “This is a… lawn maintenance receipt Next one is a…”
They went through the rest of the bits of paper which included receipts from a pharmacy, a laundry, a liquor store, and a grocery, and several sheets from a notepad with doodles on them including three different telephone numbers, and the name “Don C.” which had been so decoratively embellished-perhaps during a telephone conversation-that it was difficult to decipher.
“And that’s it,” Paula said, putting the last scrap of paper into the plastic bag. She was scratching her arm. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“We’d better call Graver.”
“I’ll call him on the way in. Let’s go.”
“You want to run by Sheck’s first?”
“What!” Paula looked at her watch with her flashlight “Are you going to…? It’s after one o’clock, for God’s sake. No way. I’m exhausted, really, really tired.”
“Yeah, but I’d like to know if the lovely Ms. Heath went over there. It’s just right there,” he said, gesturing back toward the highway, “Nassau Bay…”
“I know where it is, Casey…”
“Okay, okay.” Neuman slapped at a mosquito near his ear, put the car in reverse, and turned around with his right arm on the back of the seat.
“Wait, what about the garbage?” Paula asked.
Neuman looked at her, nonplussed. “I recycle at home-newspapers, green glass, clear glass, and cans. I don’t buy plastic unless I have to. I go with a girl who takes her own canvas bag to the supermarket My conscience is clean.”
He turned around again, gunned the motor, and plowed back over Valerie Heath’s trash and didn’t slow down until he got all the way to the access road where he whipped the car around, threw it in drive, and roared onto the pavement.
“Roll down the windows,” he said, cranking his handle as fast as he could. “We’ll blow the little shits out of here.”
Which they did, all the way back into the city.
“Well, we caught the meeting,” Arnette said.
Graver had answered the telephone on the first ring. He had just spoken with Paula on the radio, had learned what they had done, and that they were on their way in. But they weren’t coming back to the office. Neuman was going to drop Paula off at her car in the parking lot. They would have an early meeting in the morning.
“What happened?” he asked.
“He met one person, a man in his late fifties, early sixties. I’m relatively sure we got good photographs, but I’m afraid the audio is a very iffy prospect.”
“Why? What’s the matter?”
“They met at the Transco Tower park and walked straight to the fountain. Stood right in the cup of the waterfall and had a nice thirty-two-minute conversation.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“Yeah. No dummies. Not only that, Burtell took my people on one hell of a road trip. The man’s definitely got a technique.”
“I guess that doesn’t surprise me. Where is he now?”
“Looks like he’s going back home. They’re still on the streets, but that seems to be what he’s doing.”
“Were you able to get the taps in place?”
“Yes, but only after he left for his meeting. I’ve had to pull a lot of people in for this. The logistics haven’t been easy.”
“Okay, fine. I appreciate it.”
“That’s pretty weird about Besom,” she said.” You sure they’re going to do another autopsy?”
“That’s what I was told.”
“What do you think?”
“What the hell am I supposed to think? As a coincidence, the two deaths are pretty hard to buy, but every time I let my mind dwell on the alternatives… well, what I come up with is just as outrageous.”
Arnette didn’t speak for a moment and then she said:
“Marcus, listen to me. Trying to understand what the bad guys of this world are doing is like gazing at the stars. By the time you see their light it’s all over, it’s past tense, and they’ve long since gone on to something else. All you’re left with is the evidence of what they were doing a million years ago. You can’t wait for all the facts to come in to start figuring things out, baby. You’ve got to use your imagination if you want to get a jump on the physics of iniquity.” She paused again. “Believe me, anything you can dream up, no matter how outrageous, is already happening. The thing is, most people won’t figure that out for a long time to come. And that’s exactly what the bastards are counting on.”
Now it was Graver’s turn to be silent, and when he finally spoke all he could think to say was, “When can I see the pictures?”
“You want to come over here early in the morning?”
“What time?”
“Seven-thirty.”
“I’ll be there.”
Chapter 33
“It can’t be very much of an insurance company,” she said, throwing her fourth cigarette into the water. They were sitting on the dock of one of the marinas, their legs hanging over the side above the water, looking across the bay at one of the yacht basins, the strings of lights draped across the masts of the sailboats, the slightly different colored lights strung along the basin’s docks. “I called 800 information, and it wasn’t listed. Can’t be much of a company.”