“That’s great, Hurd. When you’re done with the weapons, send them to the FBI lab in Washington; here’s the address.” She handed him the paper. “I think we might be getting somewhere.”
“I’m glad,” Hurd said. “Holly, I think this is going to be my last day on the job.”
“So soon?” Holly asked. “I’d hoped you’d stay on for at least a couple more weeks, for a smooth transition.”
“It’s done; I’ve broken up my duties and reassigned them. Here’s a list.” He put a file on her desk. “Everybody’s briefed; I’m now superfluous.”
Holly stood up. “Thank you, Hurd, for always doing a superb job. I’m going to miss you.” She shook his hand.
“I’ll miss you, too, Holly,” he said.
For a moment, Holly thought she saw a flash of emotion on Hurd’s usually impassive face.
A few hours later, the phone rang.
“Hello?” Holly answered.
“It’s your turn to cook for me,” Grant said.
She looked at her watch. “I’ll pick up something on the way home. My place at seven-thirty?”
“You’re on.”
Holly hung up, glowing with anticipation.
34
Holly stopped at the grocery store and picked up the makings for a pasta dish she was particularly good at and a couple of bottles of a Dolcetto, a very nice Italian wine. She got home, fed Daisy and let her out, then started cooking. By the time Grant arrived, the house smelled wonderful.
She threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.
“Hey, you’re in a good mood!”
“You bet I am. I’m making real good progress on the floater case, and I’ve even got Harry Crisp onboard.”
“Tell me about it.”
She told him everything, about Marina and the shooting range, about Pio Pellegrino and his father, who didn’t exist a few years back. She told him about recovering both weapons and shipping them to Washington.
“You’ve had a good couple of days, then,” Grant said. “Especially getting Harry onboard. How’d you do that?”
“By coming up with more evidence than his own people were able to find. He’s not happy about being onboard, believe me, but I think he’s finally learning that he gets further when he trusts me, instead of shouldering me out of the investigation.”
“I hope he’s that smart,” Grant said. “Harry can revert to type at the drop of a hat. He’s a good guy to work for in a lot of ways, but-remember that someone once said that there’s no limit to how far you can go, if you don’t care who gets the credit? Harry has never figured that out. Every time our office makes a big bust, the report has got Harry’s palm prints all over it, and the guys who really did the work are mentioned somewhere down at the bottom of the page.”
“Well, I’m not competing with him for the credit; I just want to know what the hell is going on in my town.”
“Next time I talk to him, I’ll see if I can point that out to him, subtly.”
“If you’re subtle, Harry won’t get it.”
“You have a point.” He sniffed the air. “God, that smells good!”
“Of course it does. You ready to eat?”
“Try me.”
They ate.
An hour later, as Holly was dozing off on Grant’s shoulder, the phone rang.
“Chief?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Sally Worth, down at the station. We got a match on the thumbprint that Hurd asked for.”
“Tell me.”
“It belongs to a Trini Rodriguez. He has a record of arrests, more than a dozen of them, for arson, robbery, car theft, and attempted murder.”
“A jack-of-all-trades, huh? Any convictions?”
“None.”
“Thanks, Sally.” She hung up and turned back to Grant. “We got a match on the thumbprint; one Trini Rodriguez, whom I recently met.”
“You ought to call Harry.”
“Tomorrow morning will be good enough,” she said, kissing him.
“He’d like it if you called him at home; I’ve got the number.”
Holly rolled over and called Harry. “Harry? Sorry to disturb you at home, but I thought you ought to know that we pulled a print off the magazine of Carlos’s forty-caliber, and it belongs to Trini Rodriguez, the guy I told you about earlier today.”
“Good news,” Harry said. “I’m glad you called. I’ll have him picked up.”
“Not yet, Harry, please,” Holly said. “The people he works for might go to ground, and anyway, the evidence isn’t all that good.”
“You think we can’t get him for Carlos’s murder with that evidence?”
“No, I don’t think so. He can claim that he put the print on the gun when Carlos showed it to him at the shooting range. Also, the guy has a long arrest record but no convictions, which means he knows how to keep his mouth shut and lawyer up. Rodriguez is very cool, and I don’t think you’ll be able to get anything out of him that would help us at this stage. Let’s find out more about the Pellegrinos before we grab Trini.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
“When are we going to have something from Washington about Pio and his daddy?”
“We got photographs of them arriving at the restaurant earlier this evening, and they’ve been transmitted to D.C. Depends on their case load; if it’s light, we’ll hear something soon.”
“Thank you, Harry.”
“Say hello to Grant,” Harry said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Where else would you get my home number? It’s unlisted.”
“Good night, Harry.” She hung up. “Harry says hello.”
“Why does he think I’m here?”
“He has an unlisted number.”
“Oops.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he fixed us up, didn’t he? Maybe Harry has a romantic soul after all.”
“Maybe,” Holly said, cuddling up to Grant again.
35
Holly had been at her desk for only a few minutes the following morning when her telephone rang.
“Miss Barker.”
“Miss Barker?” A woman’s voice.
“Yes.”
“This is Marina Santos. Do you remember me?”
“Of course, Marina. I hope you’re well.”
“I’m all right. You said I should telephone you if I knew anything else.”
“Yes. Is there something you forgot to tell me?”
“Yes, but somebody else didn’t forget.”
“What is it, Marina?”
“Carlos left something here that he didn’t want anyone to see.”
“What is it?”
“A notebook.”
“What kind of notebook?”
“Leather, with a ring binder.”
“What’s in it?”
“I’ve read it but I don’t understand it. It’s just a lot of numbers and letters.”
“You said somebody else didn’t forget?”
“Pedro, Carlos’s cousin. He was here last night asking about the notebook. He couldn’t find it at Carlos’s place.”
“Did you give it to him?”
“No.”
“Do you still have it?”
“I’ve hidden it.”
“In your house?”
“Yes.”
“Marina, I’m going to drive down there and pick it up.” She looked at her watch. “I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Thank you. I want to get rid of it.”
“If anybody else asks about it, you don’t know anything, understand?”
“I understand.”
“My cellphone number is on the card, if you need to get in touch with me before I get there.”
“Thank you.”
Holly hung up. “Come on, Daisy.” She stopped at the front desk and told them where she was going.
This time Holly didn’t bother staying anywhere near the speed limit. She turned on the flashing lights behind the grille on the unmarked car, and as soon as she was on I-95, she put her foot down, moderating her speed only when she hit 120 miles per hour. Names, she wanted names, and she didn’t want Harry Crisp to have them, unless he got them from her. She made the trip in record time, slowing down only when she entered Marina’s street.