The Twelfth Card

· Sent to Parker Kincaid in Washington, D.C., for document examination.

· Improvised explosive device, as part of booby trap. Fingerprints are those of convicted bomb maker Jon Earle Wilson. Presently searching for him.

POTTERS’ FIELD SCENE (1868)

· Tavern in Gallows Heights – located in the Eighties on the Upper West Side, mixed neighborhood in the 1860s.

· Potters’ Field was possible hangout for Boss Tweed and other corrupt New York politicians.

· Charles came here July 15, 1868.

· Burned down following explosion, presumably just after Charles’s visit. To hide his secret?

· Body in basement, man, presumably killed by Charles Singleton.

· Shot in forehead by.36 Navy Colt loaded with.39-caliber ball (type of weapon Charles Singleton owned).

· Gold coins.

· Man was armed with Derringer.

· No identification.

· Had ring with name “Winskinskie” on it.

· Means “doorman” or “gatekeeper” in Delaware Indian language.

· Currently searching other meanings.

EAST HARLEM SCENE (GENEVA ’S GREAT-AUNT’S APARTMENT)

· Used cigarette and 9mm round as explosive device to distract officers. Merit brand, not traceable.

· Friction ridge prints: None. Glove-prints only.

· Poisonous gas device:

· Glass jar, foil, candleholder. Untraceable.

· Cyanide and sulfuric acid. Neither containing markers. Untraceable.

· Clear liquid similar to that found on Elizabeth Street.

· Determined to be Murine.

· Small flakes of orange paint. Posing as construction or highway worker?

ELIZABETH STREET SAFE HOUSE SCENE

· Used electrical booby trap.

· Fingerprints: None. Glove prints only.

· Security camera and monitor; no leads.

· Tarot deck, missing the twelfth card; no leads.

· Map with diagram of museum where G. Settle was attacked and buildings across the street.

Trace:

· Falafel and yogurt.

· Wood scrapings from desk with traces of pure sulfuric acid.

· Clear liquid, not explosive. Sent to FBI lab.

· Determined to be Murine.

· More fibers from rope. Garrotte?

· Pure carbon found in map.

· Determined to be additional diamond dust.

· Safe house was rented, for cash, to Billy Todd Hammil. Fits Unsub 109’s description, but no leads to an actual Hammil.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN MUSEUM SCENE

Rape pack:

· Tarot card, twelfth card in deck, The Hanged Man, meaning spiritual searching.

· Smiley-face bag.

· Too generic to trace.

· Box cutter.

· Trojan condoms.

· Duct tape.

· asmine scent.

· Unknown item bought for $5.95. Probably a stocking cap.

· Receipt, indicating store was in New York City, discount variety store or drugstore.

· Most likely purchased in a store on Mulberry Street, Little Italy. Unsub identified by clerk.

Fingerprints:

· Unsub wore latex or vinyl gloves.

· Prints on items in rape pack belonged to person with small hands, no IAFIS hits. Positive ID for clerk’s.

Trace:

· Cotton-rope fibers, some with traces of human blood. Garrotte?

· Sent to CODIS.

· No DNA match in CODIS.

· Popcorn and cotton candy with traces of canine urine.

Weapons:

· Billy club or martial arts weapon.

· Pistol is a North American Arms.22 rimfire magnum, Black Widow or Mini-Master.

· Makes own bullets, bored-out slugs filled with needles. No match in IBIS or DRUGFIRE.

Motive:

· G. Settle was a witness to a crime in the pla

Profile of incident sent to VICAP and NCIC.

· Murder in Amarillo, TX, five years ago. Similar M.O. – staged crime scene (apparently ritual killing, but real motive unknown).

· Victim was a retired prison guard.

· Composite picture sent to Texas prison.

· Identified as Thompson G. Boyd, executions control officer.

· Murder in Ohio, three years ago. Similar M.O. – staged crime scene (apparently sexual assault, but real motive probably hired killing). Files missing.

PROFILE OF UNSUB 109

· Determined to be Thompson G. Boyd, former executions control officer, from Amarillo, TX.

· Presently in custody.

PROFILE OF PERSON HIRING UNSUB 109

· No information at this time.

PROFILE OF UNSUB 109’S ACCOMPLICE

· Black male.

· Late 30’s, early 40’s.

· Six feet.

· Solidly built.

· Wearing green combat jacket.

· Ex-convict.

· Has a limp.

· Reportedly armed.

· Clean-shaven.

· Black do-rag.

· Awaiting additional witnesses and security tapes.

· Tape inconclusive, sent to lab for analysis.

· Old work shoes.

PROFILE OF CHARLES SINGLETON

· Former slave, ancestor of G. Settle. Married, one son. Given orchard in New York state by master. Worked as teacher, as well. Instrumental in early civil rights movement.

· Charles allegedly committed theft in 1868, the subject of the article in stolen microfiche.

· Reportedly had a secret that could bear on case. Worried that tragedy would result if his secret was revealed.

· Attended meetings in Gallows Heights neighborhood of New York.

· Involved in some risky activities?

· Worked with Frederick Douglass and others in getting the 14th Amendment to the Constitution ratified.

· The crime, as reported in Coloreds’ Weekly Illustrated:

· Charles arrested by Det. William Simms for stealing large sum from Freedmen’s Trust in NY. Broke into the trust’s safe, witnesses saw him leave shortly after. His tools were found nearby. Most money was recovered. He was sentenced to five years in prison. No information about him after sentencing. Believed to have used his co

Charles’s Correspondence:

· Letter 1, to wife: Re: Draft Riots in 1863, great anti-black sentiment throughout NY State, lynchings, arson. Risk to property owned by blacks.

· Letter 2, to wife: Charles at Battle of Appomattox at end of Civil War.

· Letter 3, to wife: Involved in civil rights movement. Threatened for this work. Troubled by his secret.

· Letter 4, to wife: Went to Potters’ Field with his gun for “justice.” Results were disastrous. The truth is now hidden in Potters’ Field. His secret was what caused all this heartache.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Minus the shopping cart, Jax was playing homeless again.

He wasn’t being schizo at the moment, like before. The Graffiti King was fronting he was your typical fired-ass former vet, feeling sorry for himself, begging for change, a shabby Mets cap upturned on the gum-stained sidewalk and filled with, God bless you, thirty-seven cents.

Cheap pricks.

No longer in his olive-drab army jacket or the gray sweatshirt, but wearing a dusty black T-shirt under a torn beige sports coat (picked out of the garbage the way a real homeless person would do), Jax was sitting on the bench across from the town house on Central Park West, nursing a can wrapped up in a stained, brown-paper bag. Ought to be malt liquor, he thought sourly. Wished it was. But it was only Arizona iced tea. He sat back, like he was thinking about what kind of job he’d like to try for, though also enjoying the cool fall day, and sipped more of the sweet peach drink. He lit a cigarette and blew smoke toward the stu