on the day of the shooting.”
“Why wouldn’t they have just driven the Saab over and left it
when they swapped cars?”
“Don’t know. Maybe they’re so
yuppied out that they couldn’t
bear to abandon the Saab.”
“Hell, Jesse, they abandoned it anyway, along with their
condo.”
“Yeah, but it was safely parked in the garage. We are not
dealing with entirely rational people here.”
“You think they’re crazy?”
“They’ve killed a bunch of people for no apparent
reason.”
“Good point,” Suit said. “Either
way we’re looking for cab rides
on the day of the shooting.”
Jesse said, “Isn’t there a subway station near the dog
track?”
“Yeah. On the Blue Line. We used to take it into Boston when I
was a kid. Buncha stops: Revere Beach, Orient Heights, the airport, Maverick Square in East Boston.”
Jesse nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “Check the cabs
to the airport and to
Wonderland on that day. Talk to the drivers. See if they can describe who they took, and where they picked them up. Get a list of names from all the rental companies at the airport, who they rented a car to that day.”
“That’s going to take some
time,” Suit said.
“It might,” Jesse said. “Or you
might score the first guy you
ask.”
“Not likely,” Suit said.
“Just as likely as last,” Jesse said.
“No,” Suit said. “It never
happens like that.”
Jesse shrugged.
When Suit was gone, Jesse looked at the fire engines some more.
So, where would they go? They were free to go anywhere. They
dearly had plenty of money. Tony’s ocular scanner made that possible. If it were true … Maybe it was … If it were
true, he’d hold a patent on it … If he held a patent on it,
they’d have it at the U.S. Patent Office … which would have a
website.
Jesse stood and opened his office door and yelled,
“Molly.”
When she came in, he said, “Are you as expert on the Internet as
you are at everything else?”
“You sound like my husband,” Molly said,
“when he wants
something.”
“I need crime fighting help,” Jesse said.
“You really don’t want to do this
yourself,” Molly said. “Do
