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“Where’d you get the money to afford this place, Chris?”
The boy was taken aback.
“I…I don’t know what you mean?”
“Photography must be hauling in beaucoup bucks.”
“You kidding?”
“I’ve been checking into you, Chris. You aren’t paying your bills; you leave a dump near the ghetto in Venice after paying your landlady with rubber. Then I find you playing yuppie in Santa Monica. What’s the story?”
The boy looked down.
“Ain’t no story. I’m busted. Flat, stone cold broke. This is all borrowed time. Ain’t got more than fifteen bucks to my name and I haven’t had a gig since…”
He shook his head.
“I wanted to do something nice for myself, you know. To escape the pain. Say ‘Fuck it’ to the world and go out in style. It didn’t work. What does it matter anyway? You’re here about her, right?”
“Where were you between eleven A.M. and twelve-thirty P.M. on the day of Lindsey’s disappearance?”
“Working.”
“Can anyone verify your presence?”
“Only about two hundred people.” He looked at Decker. “If you want a confession, I’ll give you a confession. I’m dead as far as I’m concerned anyway.”
“I want the truth, Chris. Not convenience.”
“The truth is I didn’t kill her physically. But I’m responsible for her death. If I would have shown up like we pla
His lip began to tremble.
“Tell me about your gig, Chris,” Decker said.
“I was photographing a wedding. Came through at the last minute, and I thought the bread was too good to pass up. If I had only known…”
The boy was aching.
“Who hired you for the job?”
“The lady’s name was Bernell. Margaret Bernell. Her daughter got married. I showed up at the church around nine-thirty, maybe ten, and left around three in the afternoon.”
“Do you have her phone number?”
The boy went and got it.
“I’m going to call her now, Chris.”
“I don’t have a phone.”
“Come with me to the manager’s unit. We’ll borrow her phone.”
“I’ll come, but I ain’t go
“Come on, Chris.”
His alibi checked. Mrs. Bernell had only nice things to say about him and the quality of his work. Decker walked him back to his apartment.
“You keep close by,” the detective said. “I might need you.”
The boy shrugged.
“I want to find Lindsey’s killer,” Decker said.
“Don’t matter none to me,” Truscott said. “Nothing will bring her back to life.”
“Well, later on, after the numbness wears off, you may want to see the bastard strung up by his balls. So stick around.”
Truscott nodded.
“Chris, were any of your friends deaf or hard of hearing?”
Truscott shook his head.
“Lindsey know anybody deaf or hard of hearing?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Ever seen this girl?” Decker showed him a head shot of the female with the peg teeth.
He glanced at it and shook his head.
“Look carefully.”
Truscott took the picture and examined it closely.
“Don’t know her. What does this have to do with Lindsey?”
“I’m not sure.”
But I hope something, he thought.
By the time he got back to the station, a manila envelope was waiting on his desk. Dependable Freddy! Decker opened the gummed seal, pulled out the enlargement, and gri
The man is on fire, he’s so hot.
He headed for Captain Morrison’s “office” on the other side of the building. Morrison and the station’s day watch commander, Roy Ordik, shared a pint-sized cubicle-barely enough room for the two desks, two chairs, a computer on a stand, and a filing cabinet. At least Morrison was thin and could squeeze through the cracks, but Ordik was fat. Decker rarely saw them in the office at the same time. Maybe that was the secret.
Morrison raised his head when Decker entered.
“What’s up, Pete?”
Decker placed the original porno photo and the enlargement on the captain’s desk. Morrison looked at the obscene portrait and the enlargement and waited for the explanation.
Decker said, “This is a blowup-the ear of this peg-toothed girl. She’s wearing a hearing aid.” He pointed to a tiny nub behind the ear lobe.
“Go on.”
“I’m hoping this is the Jane Doe found with Bates. That skeleton had the same peg teeth. The dentist said that people with this kind of teeth often have hearing problems.”
“How many people have teeth like that?”
“I don’t know. I’m taking the photos over to Dr. He
The captain nodded approval.
“Check out the boyfriend?”
“Yeah, his alibi pa
“Good,” Morrison said. “Keep it up.”
Decker rushed out of the office and bumped shoulders with Marge.
“Gotten a whiff of a scent, Peter?” she asked, smiling.
“Just call me bloodhound.”
“Cecil Pode,” Marge said, reading off of a page. “He’s fifty-two-a self-employed photographer with a studio in Culver City. Stable little bugger. Same business for over twenty years. Ran him through NCIC. No wants, no warrants, no priors.”
Decker frowned.
“Yeah, it would have been nice if he’d have come back a scumbag,” she said.
“He’s a scumbag,” Decker said. “Nice guys don’t snap Polaroids of young girls smothered in spunk.”
“Well, then he’s a legally clean scumbag,” she answered. “I’ll dig a little deeper. Talk to a few of my ears. I’ll see what I come up with. Hollander will do the same.”
Decker nodded.
“What’s with the tooth lady in the porno shots?” Marge asked.
“I’m going to see the dentist about her now. Want to come?”
“Go
Decker pulled out the porno photo and laid it in front of He
She smiled broadly. “These look like Hutchinson ’s incisors to me. What an eye!”
“Take a gander at this, A
“You don’t miss a trick, do you?”
He gri
“There’s potential here. I want to fool around with the photos and compare them to the X rays of Doe Two’s skull and teeth. I’ve got a darkroom. Give me about twenty minutes.”
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll eat my lunch.”
She left, and he opened his paper sack and pulled out foil-wrapped packages. Rina had prepared him a piece of cold poached salmon, cucumbers in sour cream smothered with fresh dill, and a square of noodle kugel with raisins, pineapple, and pecans. No doubt about it, if they ever married, he’d turn into a blimp. Reaching into the bag again, he took out a Bert-and-Ernie thermos. He’d asked her before not to pack it, but she was insistent that it was the only way to keep drinks cold. If he wanted an adult thermos, go out and buy one. But of course he never got around to it, and she kept using the kiddie one.
He unscrewed the top and poured the liquid into the white plastic top. It looked like carbonated apple juice, but to his surprise it turned out to be beer-Dos Equis. He laughed. Before knowing him, Rina had never bought a six-pack. Although he never drank while on duty, he felt impelled to take a sip. A toast in her honor. He ate heartily and took another swig of beer at the end of the meal. He had just finished a cigarette when He
“You have the luck of the Irish, Pete.”
“It’s a match?”
“I wouldn’t swear in court based on what you’ve given me, but let me show you something. I’ve superimposed Jean’s craniofacial skeleton onto the picture you gave me. Look how everything lines up. The eye sockets, the antrum or maxillary air sinus, the nasal sinus, and of course, the upper teeth. A case could be made for positive identification just based on photography, but I’m conservative. Go ahead and find out the identity of this girl. Then we’ll get the dental records, if she has them, and confirm what we already think.”