could. So either he can and I just don’t know it yet, or it’s something else entirely. Is there a pay phone here?”
Tracy looked around. “Yeah. There’s one by the door.”
“Do me a favor. Call Mark, see what’s up.”
Tracy went and made the call. Steve sat, sipped his coffee, tried to think.
She was back in a minute.
“Nothing doing?” Steve said.
“Machine’s on. Mark went home. Message says if it’s an emergency call him at home, otherwise leave a message after the beep.”
“Shit. Any way to pick up his messages?”
“Not from here. I mean, there would be if I knew it-I know how to pick up mine-but it’s different for each machine. With Mark’s, it’s never come up before, so I don’t know it. I could find out, but I’d have to call him and ask him.”
Steve waved it away. “Let’s not go nuts over this. It will be morning soon enough. What time is it now? Jesus Christ, three o’clock.” Steve stretched. “Okay, let’s try this again. Tracy, I’m putting you in a cab. This time, I strongly advise you go home and get some sleep.”
25
“Search warrant?” Steve said.
Taylor nodded. “Yeah. That’s the word.”
“When did this happen?”
“Sometime last night.”
“And you didn’t get it till now?”
“It was on the machine when I got in. I hung out till one in the morning, Steve. The place was dead. Absolutely nothing happening. I packed it in and went home.”
“I should have had this report.”
“If I’d got it, you’d have got it.”
“I understand. I’m saying you should have got it.”
“How the hell could I?”
“I’m not blaming you, Mark. I’m just saying the report should have come in.”
“Maybe it just happened.”
Steve shook his head. “No way. Dirkson was smug.”
“What?”
“Last night when I talked to him Dirkson was smug. I wondered why. This has to be it.”
“You spoke to Dirkson last night?”
“You didn’t get that either?”
“Hey, give me a break.”
“What about the fact the cops picked up a suspect?”
“What, are you nuts? I was here when you got the call.”
“Not Amy. Tracy.”
Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “The cops picked up Tracy? What, just for seeing that witness?”
“No, for contaminating a crime scene.”
“What the hell?”
Steve brought Mark Taylor up to date on the meeting with Dirkson.
“Holy shit,” Taylor said. “You mean Tracy went back there to account for her fingerprints?”
“Certainly not,” Steve said. “She went there to give information to Sergeant Stams.”
Taylor winced. “Steve, why do you have to tell me this? It’s bad enough I’m doing this at all. You’re feeding me information I could lose my license for.”
“You keep asking for it.”
“That’s my job. Collecting information. But why’s it got to be so bad?”
“There’s a saving grace, Mark.”
“What’s that?”
“When Dirkson comes after us, he’ll nail me and Tracy first. At best, you’d be an afterthought.”
“You’ve made my day.”
“Face it, Mark. When you heard it was Tracy, you bought in. Now, I’ll protect you all I can. But take it for granted it’s a bad situation all around.”
“No kidding.”
“So what you got on the warrant?”
“Just that, and the fact it was served.”
“You don’t know what they got?”
“I don’t even know if they got anything.”
“Oh, they got something all right. Son of a bitch.”
“Dirkson?”
“Yeah. The bastard was playing with me.”
“Any idea what it is?”
Steve shook his head. “Not a clue. But the thing is, I sent Amy home. She wasn’t supposed to
“So?”
“So, what if she didn’t? What if, before she grabbed the cab, she ran up and ditched something she found at the murder scene.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. How about the murder weapon?”
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me?”
“No, Mark, I’m playing what-if.”
“Jesus Christ,” Taylor said. “But you saw her. Talked to her. Wouldn’t you have known if she was carrying a gun?”
“I didn’t strip-search her, Mark. I didn’t even look in her purse.”
“But you don’t really think that’s it?” Taylor persisted.
“I’m guessing, Mark,” Steve said. He added pointedly, “Because I can’t seem to get any concrete information to go on.”
Taylor put up his hands. “Hey, I’ve been on the phone with my source, he’s doing the best he can. He’ll get back to me as soon as, but if the cops wanna play it close to the vest, there’s not a hell of a lot I can do.”
Steve sighed, exhaled. “You got any coffee, Mark? I’ve had about three hours sleep.”
“I got a coffee maker in the outer office.”
“It any good?”
“It sucks. But it ain’t decaffeinated.”
“That’s for me,” Steve said.
He stood up just as Tracy Garvin came in the door with a paper bag.
“Hey, gang, coffee and doughnuts,” she said.
“Saved by the bell,” Taylor said.
“What about the phones?” Steve said.
“Relax. Call-forwarding’s on. And the only message was to call here.” Tracy pulled a cup of coffee out of the bag, handed it to Steve. “Here. Drink this. Make you much less grouchy.”
“I’ve got a right to be grouchy,” Steve said. “Dirkson served a search warrant.”
“What?”
“That’s right.,” Taylor said. “They searched Amy Dearborn’s apartment last night. We have no idea why or
