Tracking Time

Woody knocked on the door. 'Coffee, two lights, Sweet'n Low, one tea?'

'Thanks, Woody,' April said.

'Hey, Mike,' Woody greeted him.

'Pull up a pew,' Mike said. There was no chair, but then he didn't like Woody much.

'Yeah, sure. Where are we?' He leaned against the wall, sipping his light coffee as April dipped a Lipton's tea bag into her Styrofoam cup of hot water.

'Pathological sibling rivalry. Maybe Dylan killed her brother to be her dad's only child and heir,' Mike said.

'Nice,' Woody said. 'But I don't think so. That girl was a doll, don't you think?' He held up a flier with her picture on it. Have you seen this girl? And the number to call. The phones were ringing off the hook. The manpower to answer them was a major problem. Culling through each tip took forever.

April gave Woody some credit. 'Good touch, the camera, Woody. And you noticed how freaky she got when you took her picture?'

Woody gazed at the photo. 'It's quite a story,' he murmured.

'Look, I've got to get going.' Leonore slapped her hands on her knees and stood. 'I'll talk to my boss about this. Whatever it is-kidnapping, murder. Get a warrant to search the girl's place. Maybe something there can shed light on all this.' She gave April a conspiratorial smile. 'What about you, Mike?'

'Well, April's friend John Zumech thinks this is a Vietnam thing.'

'No kidding, why?'

'They trained the dog trackers there with human body parts so they could find the Vietcong hiding in the tunnels.'

Leonore threw up her hands. Where was this going?

'The vic was a Vietnam vet,' April said.

'I don't know anything about any tunnels in Vietnam. Are you suggesting we have tunnels in Central Park?' Leonore asked impatiently.

'He's referring to the soft tissue finds,' April translated.

Mike nodded. 'Zumech's theory is the tissue was a plant, you know, maybe as a hoax or a message of some kind about Vietnam.'

'What kind of message, and why does it have to be something to do with Vietnam? Why not something else?' Leonore gathered up her stuff She didn't like this angle.

'Like what?'

'Like a medical student hoax?' April threw in. 'Maslow is a doctor. Maybe he was treating a doctor nut. Are there other possibilities?'

'I'm just quoting John. He's convinced this tissue thing has something to do with Vietnam. Pee Wee was a vet.'

'I'm not following you on this one,' Leonore said.

'The tissue samples turned up the day after Slocum's search with his dog,' Mike went on.

'You're suggesting that someone saw the rescue dog on the news, then came out and planted the tissue samples later? Why?' April demanded.

'It wasn't my hypothesis. It was John's,' Mike replied.

'What about the killing of Pee Wee? Who would kill him?' Leonore drew blood on a cuticle, checked her watch. She wasn't interested in this. Too far-fetched.

'Maybe Pee Wee really did see Maslow out there. Maybe someone didn't want him sobering up enough to tell what happened,' April said.

'I don't see what this has to do with the tissue finds. It wouldn't have taken a dog to find them. Look, I've got to run.'

'Maybe they were planted to cover Maslow's scent. Yesterday we were searching for Maslow. Maybe we would have found him today. We didn't even have time to get Peachy on the trail. The dog was distracted from the word go.' April looked unhappy. 'Mike, how did your interview go with those two kids? Did you meet their parents?'

Mike paused. 'The boy, David Owen, looks like something of a nerd. His mother is a big shot at the bank where she works. Public relations, and Dios, did she work a public relations number for the kid. I get the feeling he's a major disappointment. Right in front of me she says he has ADD. I didn't see any signs of hy-peractivity. He didn't act aggressive or even angry. He was very polite to me. But what do I know? I'm a cop.' Mike shrugged modestly.

Leonore was interested. 'Medication?' she asked.

'Maybe, for ADD. I'd call the kid a loser. But we'll have to dig a little more. A few weeks ago we had a case of a kid freaking out in school, burning people with cigarettes. He put out someone's eye. When we asked why he did it, he said it seemed like a good idea at the time. He didn't even know the kid he injured.'

Leonore shook her head. 'I'll never have children. So, where was David Owen last night?'

'At home in his bed. His mother said he had the flu. He's missed school for two days because of it.'

'Not true,' April cut in quickly. 'She's either lying or doesn't know what she's talking about. Yesterday afternoon he was out in the park with his knapsack looking pretty healthy to me.' She sipped her tea and grimaced at the taste. 'What kind of mother?'

'She seemed very concerned. Kept saying, 'I love this boy' She was out at a party last night. The father was at work.'

'So no one was home to confirm he was there.' Leonore perked up. 'What about the girl?'

Mike pulled on his mustache. 'The girl is a whole other thing.'

'I'll say,' Woody remarked.

'Her mother's a recent divorcee, recently restructured. She wanted to give me a private viewing of her new butt.'

April made a face. 'Where was her daughter last night?'

'She said she was at home and Brandy was with her the whole evening.' Mike smiled.

'Well, if this is all we've got, you two have a lot of work to do. You have my number. Let me know when you have an autopsy report.' Leonore pecked Mike on the cheek before heading out the door.

'Good working with you again,' he murmured.

'Yeah, sure. Bye, April, take care.' With that she marched out.

April turned to Baum. 'Woody, we need a search warrant for Dylan Rodriguez's apartment. Get on it,' April ordered.

'Can I finish my coffee?' he asked.

'At your desk.'

He pushed himself off the wall, went out, and closed the door.

'What's that all about?' Mike said.

'He almost ran me down this morning. So, you slept with her, too.' April clicked her tongue.

Mike looked shocked. 'Naw.'

'Looked to me like the two of you have something going.'

'She's got a serious boyfriend. They've been together for years. What's the matter with you?'

'Doesn't matter, I can tell.'

'Naw. She's nice, though, isn't she?'

'Who dumped who?'

'The whole thing, nada. Two ships passing in the night.'

'My mother warned me about the perfume. I absolutely despise womanizers.'

'Maybe a long time ago, but that's all over. If a man has a perfect woman, why keep looking?'

She tilted her head to one side, like a bird, considering. He smiled. One good thing about April was she could move on. She moved on now. 'This is some kind of bizarre kid thing, isn't it?' she murmured.

'Looks like.'

'What's your take?' She swiveled in her chair.

'We need to bring them in and talk to them together. There's something here. I know it.'

'It's the dog, isn't it?' she said. 'We keep getting back to that.'

'Yeah, it's the dog thing. No doubt about it.'