“And fuck buddies?”
Jesse breathed slowly in and slowly out. He looked at Marcy for
a moment. Then he smiled slightly and shook his head.
“Probably not,” he said.
69
Suit and Molly sat at the long table in the conference room.
They were drinking coffee from paper cups. A third cup, with the plastic lid still on it, sat at the head of the table. A box of Dunkin‘ Donuts was open on the table. Suit had his notebook open in
front of him. Molly had a computer printout. Jesse came in, examined the box of donuts for a moment, took one, and sat at the head of the table and took the lid off the coffee. He took a bite of the donut.
“Cinnamon,” he said.
“I know you like them,” Molly said.
“What’re the ones with no hole and
chocolate
frosting?”
“Boston cream,” Molly said.
“Good God,” Jesse said. “What
have you got,
Suit?”
“Okay,” Suit said. He looked at his open notebook.
“First thing. Nobody took a cab to the mall on the day of the
shooting. The two cab rides to the mall were two days earlier and are regulars. Two sisters who live together and go shopping every week.”
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Anyone
picked up at the Lincolns’ condo on
the day of the shooting?”
“No. But the cab company has a log, you know for taxes and shit.
There was a fare went from Paradise to Wonderland on the day of the shooting. I know the cabdriver. Mackie Ward, we played football in high school. Mackie says he picked up a couple who fit our description, down in front of the Chinese restaurant on Atlantic Ave., in the morning on the day of the shooting, and took them to Wonderland.”
“They hail him?”
“No. They called for a cab and asked to be picked up there.”
“Probably a cell phone,” Jesse said.
“Okay. So they take the cab
to Wonderland. They take the train to Logan. Take the bus to one of the terminals. Catch the rental car bus in front of the terminal and go and pick up the rental car.”
“Pretty elaborate,” Molly said.
“They knew if they killed a cop
we’d look for them hard.”
“Too elaborate. It’s what amateurs do.
They would have been much
better off to drive the Saab to the airport, park it at the airport parking garage, pick up the rental car, and drive to the mall. You got anything else?”
“There were two other cab fares to the airport the day of the
shooting,” Suit said. “Both guys, alone.”
“We’ll check everything,” Jesse
said. “But it’ll turn out to be
Wonderland. How’d you make out, Moll?”
Molly finished chewing some donut, and sipped a little coffee.
“Piece of cake,” she said.
“There are thirteen hundred and
twenty-three listings for ocular scanning devices on the Patent Office website.”
“Names?” Jesse said.
