kept up a little with her career since. Last year she was involved with that Army Intelligence shake-up around that judge’s daughter’s kidnap deal in the Carolinas.”
“With Winter Massey,” Manseur said, nodding.
“Winter ‘hell-comes-to-breakfast’ Massey. He’s another one I try to keep up with. Seems whenever he’s anywhere around here, I get almost as busy as the medical examiner. Next time I hear he’s in town, I’m going on sabbatical till the smoke clears. You know him from that Manelli firefight out near St. Rose?”
Manseur shook his head. “The Porter homicide. I was out on vacation for the Manelli thing.”
“Man’s a human tornado,” Cooley said. “You know how lightning never strikes twice in the same place? If Massey was here, wouldn’t be any point in another hurricane coming.”
“Yeah.” Manseur smiled. “He’s a very good man.”
“I’m sure. We’re processing the Volvo prints, and there’s a bunch to go through. I need reference prints from the people who use it. How’d Alexa Keen get involved?”
“She was here in town and agreed to help out.” Manseur stood and picked up the report. “For practice, I guess.”
“You picked out a dry spot to get your girls to, Michael?”
“They’re going to stay with my wife’s sister in Birmingham. Leaving later today.”
“You might want to go with them before leaves are canceled.”
“All leaves are already canceled. Everybody’s reporting in. You didn’t know?”
“I haven’t heard anything on account of what I’ve been doing on your secret case. This Katrina might be the big one,” Cooley said. “You thought about that? It happens, there won’t be much left of this place.”
“They always turn,” Manseur said. “Most of the citizens won’t stop their normal business until they’re sipping their drinks underwater.”
“So where’s the plate?” Cooley asked.
“Sorry?”
“The license tag from the Volvo?”
“Why you want to know that?”
“I was wondering why all the hush-hush was afoot on an obvious red ball case without anybody saying so. Must be a big one. I could run the VIN to find out,” Mickey said.
“You could, but I don’t think you want to.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because, if word of that name were to happen to leak out prematurely, everybody who knows is going to have to bend over so the super can shine a great big spotlight up their hidey-holes. Curiosity killed the cat, Mickey.”
“One thing I always wondered,” Cooley said.
“What’s that?”
“What was it that cat wanted to know?” He laughed at his own joke.
“Wasn’t what he wanted to know that killed him,” Manseur said, walking to the door. “Was the answer did that.”
27
Manseur was moving up on the sidewalk toward his office when his cell rang. It looked like every cruiser in town was parked on the street outside HQ. Uniformed officers and detectives were gathered in groups, shooting the breeze. He fished the phone from his coat pocket, looked at the caller ID, and answered.
“Agent Keen,” he said. “Looks like we’re looking for an old GMC or Chevrolet panel truck. CSI says it was a pipe, just like you thought. Lead, with a nutria hair and salt water on it. Nutria’s a pesky swimming rodent the size of a house cat that lives in the swamps and marshes. Two blows. They’re running the Volvo prints now. You get anything new?”
“Michael, I think it’s possible the woman who killed the LePointes, Sibby Danielson, is out,” she told him. “That may explain the media’s sudden interest in those files.”
The implication of that possibility didn’t escape the seasoned detective.
“Can you find out where she was being held and if she’s out?” she asked. “We need to do it quietly so we don’t set off any alarms and have the hospital calling the media.”
Manseur’s heart rate sped up as his gait increased.
“I’ll check on her place of incarceration, and I’m on my way,” he told her. “Sit tight and I’ll come get you.”
One call and he found out Sibby Danielson had been sent to River Run, ten miles north of the city, facing the Mississippi River levee. He picked up Alexa at a strip mall parking lot and drove out River Road, which more or less hugged the Mississippi River levee. The highway started at Canal Street at the river and ran, under a variety of highway numbers and street names, clear to Minnesota, or someplace up north. Despite what the weather people said, the crystal-clear sky and the dry air seemed to belie the fact that a storm was swallowing up almost the entire Gulf of Mexico, making its way toward them.
“Sibby aside for the moment, you think Gary got grabbed because he was in Casey’s car?”
“Since the Volvo’s windows are tinted dark, it’s a possibility the assailant didn’t see that Gary was driving her car,” Alexa said.
“If the Danielson woman did do it, she had to have had some help. I suppose the perps could have thought Casey was still in the car if they hadn’t been watching closely and seen him leave in it,” Manseur said.
“If they saw him drive there in the GTO with the baby, they could have waited down the road for the Volvo and followed it, assuming Casey was in it,” Alexa said. “The perps could have waited down the road so they wouldn’t be seen lurking, and followed the car. But…”
“But?”
“It’s also possible that someone on the inside knew they’d switch cars and told the perps.”
Manseur absently tapped the steering wheel. “So you like the assistant, Smythe, for it,” Manseur said.
“Well, Grace talked about the Volvo being found in a residential neighborhood. I never said where the Volvo was found.”
“You sure?”
“Location never came up. I suppose Evans could have told Dr. LePointe and he mentioned it to Casey.”
Manseur said, “Grace could have assumed that since the Volvo wasn’t found immediately, it was because in a residential area parked cars wouldn’t attract police attention. She’s been a close friend of Casey West’s forever, so why would she be involved? What would she have to gain…besides cash?”
How could she relate the feelings she had about Grace Smythe’s hero worship? With Gary out of the way, Grace might think she’d be closer to Casey. That Casey, in her grief, might cling to Grace as a convenient life raft.
“Maybe Grace has another motive,” Alexa said. “My impression of Grace is that she is the sort of person who was born into a respected family but without any money left to go with the name. She told me the LePointes took her around the world, implying she couldn’t have gone on such trips otherwise. Given her history as Casey’s friend, she can’t enjoy being a salaried employee and fetch-it girl, which is exactly what she is. Dr. LePointe treats her like a servant, and to a lesser extent so does Casey. I suspect that Grace went on those trips because she was an acceptable traveling companion for Casey, and a paid pal was how the LePointes saw her, and that’s how William still sees her. I think Grace knows it deep down, and is in denial over it.”
“So Casey isn’t her friend?” Manseur asked.
“Yes, a close friend, but she’s also her employer. Grace is a remote second banana to Gary with Casey, and maybe that’s a hard wire to walk. Grace is basically expendable, and maybe Gary sees her that way. He’s fiercely into Casey and Deana, but it’s possible he doesn’t care much for Grace. She’s sort of clingy and self- important.”
“I don’t see her best friend doing it, but she’s on the inside, and I’m open to anything. But lots of people not connected to the Wests could have gotten this every-Friday meal pattern by watching them, or maybe a waitress,
