‘Thanks, Howard.’
‘No problem, I’m here for you.’
He was chuckling as Raveneau shut the door.
SEVEN
Raveneau met with the captain and lieutenant before Goya showed up. He made his pitch for bringing Goya on for this case and the captain’s only response was to clear his throat. When Goya arrived Raveneau walked him around the office and showed him some of the changes, and then took him back to the Cold Case office and his desk. Goya lowered himself into the chair and Raveneau slid the CD in.
‘This is the digitized version. They do this down the hall now.’
And just like that Goya shifted from lunch to the case. He went quiet. He asked how it got here and what Raveneau had learned about it as Raveneau showed him how to freeze the action if he wanted. He hoped the video would trigger some memory in Goya. He played it four times before Goya was satisfied, Goya murmuring quietly to himself each time the shooting started. On the fourth run he figured out the freeze function and stopped the action.
‘This is not how the body was lying.’
‘What’s different?’
‘He was on his back and his left leg wasn’t crossed over.’
In the video he was on his side. In the video there was also an editing gap where whoever filmed it stopped some distance back and started again close to the body. He knew Goya was thinking about that as well, but they’d get to it later. It surprised Raveneau that Goya still remembered the body position, but he was correct. In the crime scene photos Krueger lay on his back, legs apart. Someone moved the body between the filming of the video and the crime scene photos.
‘Did you move him before you photographed him?’
‘No, but we checked his pockets. Remember, we didn’t have DNA in those days.’
He turned in the darkness toward Raveneau and asked for the files. As Goya compared the crime scene photos to the screen Raveneau said, ‘Maybe the Canadians moved him. Maybe they rolled him back to get at his wallet. You said they were honeymooning on the cheap. Could be they called the police but also stole money from his wallet?’
‘Could be,’ Goya said, and then asked, ‘Where was the person who made the video if the Canadians got there so fast?’
‘I’ve been wondering.’
‘With a mob hit no one hangs around to make a movie. They take a photo if they need proof.’
‘I don’t have an answer for you, Henry. I want answers from you. I want to know what you see and remember, though I do have one other piece of information you didn’t have. The one hundred dollar bills in his coat were counterfeit. I found that out yesterday.’
‘They weren’t counterfeit in 1989, but now they are?’
‘That’s right, and that’s kind of how I read it too. So what changed with the Secret Service between now and then and why do you think the bills in his coat were left behind and the wallet cleaned out?’
Goya had found the wallet with ALK in tiny red letters stitched into it. Goya picked it up and handled it and no fingerprints were recovered as a result, an unanswered mistake.
‘Are you wondering if the wallet had money in it when I picked it up?’
‘No, I’m asking about the Secret Service. Could Krueger have been at a meet, a buy of some sort with this shooter and the Secret Service was filming from a distance? Then someone pulled his wallet to make it look like a robbery so whatever operation was underway kept going. Let’s say the undercover operation was deemed so important there was a cover-up.’
‘The Secret Service agents I knew never would have taken part in something like that. They were all good people, some of the best, and, Jesus, he was one of theirs for years. They were Feds so they were stiff, but they were still good people.’
‘Who did you deal with?’
‘I can’t remember his name. It started with a P; you can find it out easily enough.’
‘Tell me about finding the wallet.’
‘Did you bring me in to interview me or have lunch?’
‘I need your help, Henry.’
‘Well, we didn’t find one on him and we figured if robbery was the motive then the shooter might have stripped the money out and tossed the wallet. And sure enough, there it was and trash around it, you know, paper and crap that had blown up against the concrete pylon.’
‘Was the afternoon that windy that it could get covered that fast?’
‘Are you asking now if we were stupid? Sure it was windy and I wasn’t even sure it was a wallet.’
Goya frowned and stroked his beard then let his hand drop. He slowly stood up and as Raveneau popped the CD out he moved to the door and then out into the hallway ahead of Raveneau.
When Raveneau caught up to him at the elevator, Goya said, ‘You think Ed and I made mistakes.’
‘Not at all, you’re misreading me, Henry.’
‘No, you’re wondering things.’
‘I’m doing what I have to. Let’s get some lunch.’
But Goya had withdrawn. He seemed disappointed and saddened as if his integrity had been questioned. When they got down to the street he said, ‘I’m going to pass on lunch.’
‘Henry, I wasn’t questioning you.’
‘Yeah, I know, but I remembered something I’ve got to do.’
Raveneau watched him limp across the street to his car, his pride hurt. He laid his cane across the passenger seat as he got in, and nearly got hit as he pulled away. He kept his head straight and never looked over as he drove away. Raveneau felt lousy as he climbed back up the steps to the Hall.
EIGHT
Later that afternoon the arrest report on Ryan Candel was faxed to Raveneau. He visualized as he read, Dr Leonard walking up California, Candel coming down, and according to a witness ‘running as if being chased’ when he slammed into the doctor.
Leonard’s head struck the bumper of a parked car. He broke his right wrist landing on the street and suffered a concussion that kept him under observation for forty-eight hours. According to responding officers, Candel was disoriented and confused. He was standing over the injured Leonard when they arrived. When he refused to follow commands, Officer Sanchez drew his gun. They believed him to be under the influence of drugs, though no evidence of that was found.
Raveneau called a friend in the District Attorney’s office who said, ‘I don’t have to look it up, Ben. I remember Candel. If you’re about to tell me he killed somebody, I’m not surprised. He got an ankle bracelet and picked up trash for six months, but should be in prison. He could have killed him. What’s he done now?’
‘Called us with a tip on a cold case.’
‘Then he’s probably fucking with you. He’s a self-serving manipulator.’
‘Sounds like this was your case, Gerald.’
‘It was and the doctor quit on us after Candel filed a malpractice suit. The doctor wouldn’t testify so the charges got downgraded. Then one of these blogger geniuses who specialize in shit disturbing got a story out about how Dr Leonard was out on a golf course with pharmaceutical reps as Candel’s mother was succumbing to an infection. Meanwhile Leonard determined he had already suffered enough and the collateral damage to his practice wasn’t worth it, so he friggin’ bailed. That’s how Candel ended up with trash patrol.’
‘He regrets it now.’
‘Oh, I bet he does. After all, he was inconvenienced briefly. This is a very emotionally immature young man who by the way doesn’t like police.’
‘A lot of people don’t.’
‘He was loud about it. I’d be very careful with him, but you’re defending him so obviously he’s got something you want.’
‘Ease down, Gerald, he responded to one of our ads and brought me some photos we’re using.’