During the wake Ainslie periodically watched Cynthia Ernst as she moved among the flow of some nine hundred viewers throughout the day. She exchanged words with many people and accepted sympathy graciously. Cynthia, too, was in uniform, and must have seen Ainslie, but chose to ignore him.
When the wake finally ended, Ainslie changed out of uniform, then drove to Homicide, where he studied reports of that day's surveillance.
Through most of the next day he had even less time for the investigation.
At 9:00 A.M. the honor guard assembled at Klamerus Funeral Home, where, with military precision, guard members loaded the two coffins into motorized hearses. A procession led by two dozen police motorcycle units and accompanied by thirty patrol cars, all using flashing lights, wended its way to St. Mary's Church, where a funeral service was scheduled for 10:00 A.M.
The enormous church, at North Miami Avenue and 75th Street, was filled to capacity by 9:30 A.M., SO that latecomers were obliged to sit on chairs outside, where, through a PA system, they listened to eulogies from the mayor, the governor, Florida's senior U.S. senator, and the church's own archbishop.
Inside, Ainslie watched and listened with waning patience. Yes, he thought, traditionally a city commissioner received an opulent send-off, but surely enough was enough.
Following the service the procession re-formed and headed to Woodlawn Cemetery. By now the train of vehicles included innumerable mourners in limousines, plus additional escorts from other police departments in the county and the Florida Highway Patrol. The procession's total length was an estimated three miles.
At the cemetery the honor guard lowered the coffins into a common grave, to the accompaniment of Myers. Near the ceremony's conclusion, Cynthia Ernst was presented with the two American flags that had draped the coffins.
From beginning to end the funeral proceedings lasted seven hours.
Any Miami city commissioner who died while in office would, as a matter of course, be given an elaborate funeral. But in the case of Commissioner and Mrs. Ernst the occasion was, as a skeptic expressed it later, as if Hollywood, Disney World, and the Miami Police Department had combined to produce an extravaganza. And as for the large cale police involvement that created most of the spectacle, perhaps as a Miami Herald columnist theorized the next day the force had a consciousness of guilt for not having better protected Commissioner Ernst and his wife, plus a further culpability because the Ernsts' killer was still at large and apparently unknown.
The columnist echoed a query that was circulating widely: What are the police doing to solve what they now acknowledge to be serial killings, and why is it taking so long?
That last question was on Malcolm Ainslie's mind throughout the long hours of the wake and funeral. Each time his gaze drifted over the pair of coffins, he remembered the bodies inside, so cruelly mutilated, and asked himself somberly, Who? Why? Where next?
* * *
Two days after the Ernst funeral an announcement was made on behalf of the Miami City Commission, which, bereft of Gustav Ernst, now consisted of the mayor, the vice-mayor, and two commissioners. Under the city's charter, the announcement pointed out, in the event of the death of a city commissioner, the remaining commissioners would, within ten days and by majority vote, appoint a successor to serve out the ax-commissioner's remaining time. In the case of Gustav Ernst this was two years, half the full term.
The announcement further stated that by unanimous vote the commission had named the deceased's daughter, Cynthia Ernst, to complete her father's term. A second accompanying announcement reported that Major Ernst had accepted the appointment and would resign immediately from the Miami police force.
After completing her father's term, Ms. Ernst would have to stand, if she chose, for public re-election. But as Detective Bernard Quinn said, during a discussion within Homicide on the subject, "Of course she'll run. And how can she possibly lose?"
Ainslie had mixed feelings about Cynthia's status change. On the one hand he was relieved that in terms of police rank she would no longer have authority over him, nor would he report to her about the serial killings. But on the other, instinct told him that her influence in the Police Department could conceivably increase.
* * *
Ainslie knew better than to expect quick results from the surveillance program. By the beginning of the third week, however, he was concerned that the only progress if it could be called that, he mused gloomily was the elimination of suspects Carlos Quinones, Alec Polite, and Earl Robinson.
During the following week there was some doubt about the viability of Elroy Doil as a suspect. According to Detectives Dan Zagaki and Luis Linares, and confirming his FIVO report, Doil was working regularly as a free-lance truck driver; he appeared increasingly unlikely to be the serial killer. Zagaki had gone further and recommended that Doil be dropped as a suspect, but Ainslie had disagreed.
Beyond that there were James Calhoun and Edelberto Montoya, still possibles but not yet probables, the whole picture raising doubts among the increasingly bored detectives doubts that Ainslie silently shared. Was the computerized search for suspects, which originally seemed an excellent idea, actually a misguided waste of time? Eventually he shared the thought with Lieutenant Newbold, adding, "It's easy to give up now, maybe too easy, which is why I hate to do it. My inclination is to go one more week, then, if there's nothing conclusive, quit."
The lieutenant leaned back in his office chair, tilting it precariously, as he often did. "I've been backing you, Malcolm, because I trust your judgment and knew you'd come to me with any problems. You know I'll support you if you feel we really should go on. But I'm getting pressure from Robbery. They want their guys back."
Ainslie had twice seen Lieutenant Daniel Huerta, Robbery's commander, in Newbold's office, and the reason was easy to guess. It would be Christmas soon a time when robberies increased by as much as fifty percent and the Robbery Department's case load would be building. In Homicide, too, where, because of the surveillance program, every detective was working heavy overtime, there were similar pressures.
Between them, Ainslie and Newbold decided on a compromise. The third week of surveillance would continue, though because of the elimination of three suspects, four detectives from Robbery, including the two sergeants, would be released. Then, at the end of the third week, Ainslie would decide whether or not to go for a fourth, and whatever the decision, Lieutenant Newbold would support it. He told Ainslie, "Major Yanes committed the extra troops to us. If I have to, I'll beat down his door and remind him."
Those arrangements, as agreed, continued for two more days. Then an event occurred that swept everything else aside.
It began shortly before noon on Thursday.
At Coral Way and 32nd Avenue, outside a Barnett Bank branch, a Wells Fargo armored truck pulled into a parking lot alongside the bank to make a cash delivery. Moments later one of two security guards inside the truck opened the side door and was confronted by three males one black and two Hispanic, according to witnesses all armed with automatic weapons.
At that precise moment al Miami Police patrol car rounded a corner and directly faced the robbery scene. The robbers saw the police first and opened fire before the officers were even aware a crime was taking place. One police officer died instantly in the hail of bullets; the second, his gun partly drawn, was wounded as he attempted to leave the car. The robbers shot and killed the Wells Fargo security guard and grabbed a bag of money he was carrying. Then they rushed to their own car and sped away. The entire episode lasted less than a minute.