He stepped off the elevator, opening the lobby door with a key. The lights were down. The receptionist was no longer there to give him a dirty look, nor was Larry Stokes. It looked as if most of the attorneys had gone home for the day as well. When he walked into his office, he found Jill at the computer studying for her bar exams.
“There’s someone here to see you,” she said with a look.
“Who?”
The look didn’t go away. “The assistant district attorney,” she said.
“Where?”
“Conference room three. She’s been here for an hour. She wouldn’t wait in the main conference room because the windows face the lobby.”
Teddy rushed down the hall to the other side of the building. Powell was sitting in a chair with her back to the door. As he entered the room, she turned. He noticed the file on the table and looked at her face. The distance was gone.
“What is it, Carolyn? What are you doing here?”
“I’ve brought you a gift,” she said, sliding the file across the table. “You can’t keep it, but you can read it if you like and take notes.”
Teddy opened the file. It was a copy of the missing persons report on Rosemary Gibb. He looked at her and sat down. When they met earlier in the day, he was in the heat of it and said a lot of things he didn’t mean to say or even think were true. His accusations had been outlandish and rude. Now she had come to him with Detective Ferarro’s file on Rosemary.
“I’m sorry for the things I said to you,” he whispered.
“Apology accepted,” she said. “But we still can’t find the leak, Teddy. It didn’t come from the roundhouse. You’re not gonna like hearing this, but I don’t think it came from Andrews either.”
“Then why are you doing this?” he said, deciding to let it pass for now.
“You’ve got Detective Ferarro worried, and he’s a smart man. The evidence is on our side, but I can’t take the chance that we’ve overlooked something. Ferarro went back to the gym. According to the report, that’s the last place anyone remembered seeing Rosemary Gibb.”
“You just used the past tense. What’s changed?”
“There’s a cafe across the street. Ferarro went back and interviewed the employees for a second time this afternoon. The manager thinks she came in that night, but isn’t sure.”
Teddy thought it over. “How about a pick-me-up?” he said.
She smiled. She hadn’t looked at him like this for days.
“It’s just a few blocks from here off Walnut Street,” she said. “You can check the report out while we walk.”
FORTY-FOUR
Teddy spotted the place on the other side of the street half a block down.
Benny’s Cafe Blue occupied the first floor of an old brick building. An awning stretched across the front, but was rolled up for winter. He could imagine five or six tables lining the sidewalk in warmer weather, and wondered why he hadn’t frequented the cafe himself.
As they crossed at the corner, Powell gave him a nudge and he turned. A young girl was walking away from her car parked in the alley beside the building. She had a gym bag slung over her shoulder, and was obviously heading for the club across the street. Teddy noted Powell’s eyes on the girl. Her grimace. As they passed, they looked down the alley. It was dark. Narrow. The perfect dead end.
The cafe was slow. It was only seven-thirty, but they were between rush hours. The manager, Harris Carmichael, said their timing was good and offered them free cups of the house blend. He’d join them at a table when their drinks were ready.
Teddy chose the table in the corner. As he sat down with Powell, he passed the file over. The missing persons report on Rosemary Gibb amounted to fifteen sheets of paper and even fewer leads. Ferarro had left out personal details when they met at his office yesterday, but nothing relevant to the case. The detective had been straight with Teddy and told him everything he knew.
Teddy turned to the window and looked outside. He could see the gym across the street. The girl he’d just seen in the alley was entering the floor and mounting a stationary bike. It was a close-up view. The distance between them no more than twenty-five yards. He felt a chill as he watched the girl working out, but thought it might be from the walk over.
The manager arrived with their coffees. As he set them down on the table, he gave Teddy a strange look and cocked his head.
“Is something wrong?” Teddy asked.
Carmichael paused. He wasn’t much older than Teddy and about the same size, though he had a paunch growing beneath his apron. He scratched his curly black hair.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Seeing you sitting here like this. I was making your drinks and watching you. I remember a guy sitting in the same seat. He’s been in here before. He orders a caffe latte and sits in this seat nursing it for as long as he can. Most people sit where she is when they’re alone so they can people watch. But not this guy. He always sits with his back to the room and stares out the window.”
Teddy glanced outside, watching the girl ride her bicycle to nowhere. The chill hadn’t come from the cold air.
“What about the night Rosemary came in?” Powell asked.
“The trouble is she came in lots of nights,” Carmichael said. “That’s what I told the detective this afternoon. It’s hard to remember which night you’re talking about. They’re all pretty much the same around here.”
“It would be the last one,” Teddy said. “The last night you saw her.”
Carmichael sat down, his eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to remember. After a moment, something happened and his eyes shot straight ahead.
“He was here that night,” he blurted out. “The last night I saw her, he was here. I remember now because he switched seats. I looked over and saw him staring out the window. When I looked back, he was facing the other way.”
“What does he look like?” Powell asked.
“About thirty,” Carmichael said. “Light brown hair, almost shoulder length. The kind that goes blond in the summer. I remember his hands. There was paint on them.”
“House paint or bright colors?” Teddy asked.
“Bright colors.”
He’s a painter, Teddy thought to himself. They were on the right track.
“What about his face?” Carolyn said. “Who’s he look like?”
Carmichael thought it over and shook his head.
“Tall or short?” she said.
“Normal,” Carmichael said. “Thin, maybe even wiry like he’s in good shape. He’s got blue eyes, sort of piercing. He’s the nervous type. Kind of out of it and a little strange. But what I remember most about him are his teeth.”
“What about them?” Teddy asked.
“He’s got bad teeth. He doesn’t need braces. That’s not the problem. His teeth look like they’re rotting.”
It clicked in Teddy’s head. The man was an artist and a drug user.
“One more thing,” Carmichael said after a moment. “The last night I saw Rosemary. I think he followed her out the door.”
It hung there. When someone walked out of the cafe, they turned to the entrance like they could see it. The man with bad teeth following Rosemary out the door.
