Lucas said, "Because he was a fuckup?"
"Because they were busy with other stuff," the sergeant said, but his eyes said, Yeah, Charles was a fuckup.
"What was his first name?" Lucas said.
"Charles. His name was Charles Dee."
A half-dozen motel employees clustered in the office and on the concrete slab outside, their voices buzzing with suppressed excitement, and Lucas pulled two of them, Joshua Martin and Kyle Wayne, into the stairway to the second floor. "Tell me exactly what Officer Dee said to you. Every word, from the minute he walked in the door."
The two looked at each other: Kyle had dim gray eyes, and Lucas suspected there wasn't much content behind them. Kyle shrugged and Joshua said to him, "Okay, you tell me if I go wrong, okay?"
Kyle bobbed his head: "G."
"We were standing behind the desk…"
"Alone in the office," Lucas interjected.
Joshua nodded. "Yup. We were standing behind the desk, alone, and Kyle had come back from carrying some old lady's stuff up the stairs, she couldn't walk very good. I was counting out my change drawer, and we see this cop car pull through the lot and he parks. Then this guy comes in, Charles…"
"You knew him?"
Joshua shrugged. "We knew who he was. They sometimes put him on school patrol. Anyway, he comes in, and he's got this picture, and he says, "You ever seen this guy?"' We look at the picture, and Kyle says, "Whoa, dude, he looks just like that big tall dude."
Kyle did a body-bob and said, "Yup."
"I don't know what he's talking about, but Kyle says this guy was down in one-twenty, which is the one that's burned, so I guess he was," Joshua said. "Charles asked Kyle if he was sure, and Kyle said, "Dude, I don't know. Maybe not."
Kyle said, "I said, "Maybe not. But maybe yes." Not or yes, I said them both."
Joshua picked it up. "So, Charles went out of here, and Kyle went to watch him. I went to counting the money again."
"You watched him?" Lucas asked Kyle.
"Yeah, kinda. I didn't want him to see me, but I stuck my head out. He went down there and knocked on the door, and then he went inside. That's all I saw. I came back and got my plunger, "cause we've got a bad toilet, some asshole woman stuck a whole roll of toilet paper down it' anyway, I came back, and we heard this ' Vooooommtnm. We ran outside and saw the fire and called nine-one-one."
"Didn't see anybody else?" Lucas asked.
"Not then," Kyle said. "But, there was this chick…"
He and Joshua exchanged glances again, and Joshua said, "She has, like, this amazing rack, you know? I mean, we're talking Hollywood, and she's showing them off. We think she went into that room, when we both saw her that once. We didn't see her go in, but she was headed that way, and she wasn't checked in here."
"You boys know a hooker when you see one?" Lucas asked.
Kyle did: he shook his head and said, "Not a hooker. Hookers always carry these big bags. She wasn't carrying anything. Maybe car keys. She was coming back from somewhere and I think she went in that room."
"Would you recognize her if you saw her again?" Lucas asked.
"Oh, yeah," Joshua said. "I'd recognize her."
Lucas took down the description: mid-thirties, blond, long hair, mid-height. Hollywood tits.
"Looked me right in the eyes for a long time," Joshua said. "Really sorta…" His voice trailed away.
"… stroked your rod," Kyle finished.
Lucas was walking out of the office, then paused and turned back. "Kyle ' you said you came in here to get your plunger, and then you heard the explosion. How much time between the time you came back in and the explosion?"
Kyle said, "Well'"
He walked over to the door, pushed it open, then stepped back through and stomped around the desk and down a short hallway to a closet, opened it, got out a plunger, and walked back to the desk. "How long was that?"
Lucas said, "Thirty seconds."
"Then that's how long it was. Wasn't long."
"You didn't stop to chat or anything…"
"Nope. Went right back to the closet and got the plunger," he said.
"He did," Joshua said.
"When Officer Dee pulled into the parking lot, did he hang around outside, or did he come right in?"
"He came right in. You know, however long it takes to walk from his car to here."
Dee's car was thirty feet from the door. Fifteen seconds.
"And how long did you talk to him in here?" Lucas asked.
"Showed us the picture, Kyle said that thing about the corner room. We talked about it, and he walked out. Just, you know ' not too long."
"No conversation…"
"Not really. Not long, anyway."
Lucas nodded, gave them business cards and said, "If you think of anything else, give me a call."
Outside again, Lucas walked back to the crowd of cops, sorted out an arson guy.
"Is there any personal stuff in there? Anything left behind? Anything? Toothbrush?"
"Not that I've seen so far. But everything that wasn't nailed down, fell down, so there could be something under all the crap."
"Call me when you've worked through it; I need to know," Lucas said, and handed over a business card.
The arson guy nodded and stuck the card in his wallet. "What's up with that?"
"The kids up at the office say the fire started a couple of minutes after Dee went through the door-probably less than five minutes. The question is, since they can't see the office from their room, how'd they know he was coming? They had to know, they had to start cleaning the place out before he got there. Dee pulled into the parking lot, talked to the kids, walked down there ' they didn't have more than three or four minutes before he was knocking at their door. But they were ready for him, apparently, and got out within another minute or so."
"Yeah. Huh."
Lucas looked around at the range of buildings, at the motels farther down the strip. "They were warned. They've got a lookout. Might be looking at us right now."
The arson guy looked around, turned some more, and said, "Lotta windows."
Chapter 9
Lucas got the Hudson cops crawling through the surrounding motels, looking for anyone who'd checked out of a room overlooking the corner room where Charles Dee had died. Somebody, he believed, had warned Cohn that the cop was coming; why Dee had gone inside the room, he didn't know, unless he'd been met at the door by Cohn, with a gun.
Nobody had heard a gunshot' There'd been a guest on the other side of Cohn's double room, and he'd been in the room at the time of the fire, asleep, but he should have heard a shot. He'd heard the gasoline explode, had gotten up to see what it was, but hadn't heard a shot.
Goddamned Hudson cops, he thought: they'd sent out one guy to look for a cop killer. And they knew it. They were tap dancing like crazy, but everybody else would know it, too, by the six o'clock news.
Which reminded him. He got on the phone to Carol and said,
"Get those pictures of Cohn out to everybody. Everybody. Beg and plead if you have to, but get his face on the air. Get it to the newspapers, ask them if we can get it on the front."
"What're we doing?" she asked.
"Changing direction. He knows we're all over him, so if he's going to run, he's already on the way. See if we can get it on CNN and the networks, all the local TV, go out two tiers of states-down to Missouri, over to Indiana, out to Montana. Get it out to every airport police department in, say, six hundred miles. Border Patrol, Grand Portage, International Falls. Maybe we'll freeze him here in the Cities, so we'll get another shot at him. If he gets out to LA or down to Miami, he's going to be harder to spot. Beg for help."