'Almost four. The calls is comin' up now.'
'Can they just get a printout?'
TJ turned and relayed the request, and the Kongs started giggling.
David got control of himself and reminded me that we didn't have a printer with us. My sponsor was a printer, I almost said. Instead I said,
'No, of course not. I'm sorry, I'm still half-asleep.'
'Stay where you are. We'll copy it all down for you.'
'I'll get you some Jolt,' TJ offered. I told him not to bother but he brought me a can of it anyway. I took a sip of it but it really wasn't what I wanted, nor was I entirely certain what I did want. I got to my feet and tried to stretch some of the stiffness out of my back and shoulders, then walked over to the desk where David King was working the computer while Jimmy Hong copied down the information on the screen.
'There they are,' I said.
They were coming right up on the screen, starting with the first call at 3:38 to tell Kenan Khoury his wife was missing. Then three calls at roughly twenty-minute intervals, the last one logged at 4:54. Kenan had called his brother at 5:18, and the next call he'd received came in at 6:04, which must have been just before Peter got to the Colonial Road house.
Then there was a sixth call at 8:01. That would have been the one ordering them to Farragut Road, where they received the call that sent them chasing out to Veterans Avenue. And then they'd come home, having been assured that Francine would be delivered there, and then they waited in an empty house until 10:04, when the last call came, the one that sent them around the corner to the Ford Tempo with the parcels in its trunk.
'Wow,' David was saying. 'This has been, like, the most amazing education. Because we had to keep at it, you know? There was data you needed, so we couldn't quit. When you're just hacking you can only take so much boredom before you go and do something else, but we had to stay with it until we crashed through the boredom and got to what was on the other side of it.'
'Which was more boredom,' Jimmy said.
'But you learn a lot, you really do. If we had to do this same operation again—'
'God forbid.'
'Yeah, but if we did, we could do it in half the time. Less, because the whole speed-search option gets double- timed when you cut back into the—'
What he said after that was even less comprehensible to me, and I'd stopped listening anyway because Jimmy Hong was handing me a sheet of all calls into the Khoury house on the twenty-eighth of March.
'I should have told you,' I said. 'The early ones don't matter, just the seven starting at three-thirty-eight.' I studied the list. He'd copied everything: time of the call, the line number of the caller, the phone number you'd dial in order to reach that phone, and the duration of the call. That, too, was more than I needed, but there was no reason to tell him that.
'Seven calls, each from a different phone,' I said. 'No, I'm wrong.
They used one phone twice, for calls two and seven.'
'Is it what you wanted?'
I nodded. 'How much it gives me is something else again. It could be a lot or a little. I won't know until I get hold of a reverse directory and find out who those phones belong to.'
They stared at me. I still didn't get it until Jimmy Hong took off his glasses and blinked at me. 'A reverse directory? You've got the two of us here, with everything buried in the deep inner recesses of NPSN, and you think you need a reverse directory?'
'Because we're talking child's play here,' David King said. He sat down at the keyboard again. 'Okay,'
he said. 'Give me the first number.'
THEY were all pay phones.
I'd been afraid of that. They had been professionally cautious throughout, and there was no reason to suppose that they wouldn't have taken care to use phones that couldn't be linked to them.
But a different pay phone each time? That was harder to figure, but one of the Kongs came up with a theory that made sense. They were guarding against the possibility that Kenan Khoury had alerted someone who was in a position to tap in on the line and identify the phone at the other end. By keeping the calls short they could be sure of being away from the scene before anyone who traced the call could get there; by never returning to the same phone, they were covered even if Khoury had the call traced and the telephone staked out.
'Because tracing a call is instantaneous now,' Jimmy told me.
'You don't really trace it, not if you're hooked into it with a setup like this. You just look on the screen and read it off.'
Why the lapse in security on the last call? By then they'd obviously known there was no need for it.
Khoury had done everything the way he was supposed to, had made no attempt to interfere with the ransom pickup, and was no longer worth such elaborate precautions. That was the time they could have felt safe enough to use a phone in their own house or apartment, and if only they'd done so I would have had the bastards. If it had started raining, if there'd been some compelling reason to stay inside. If nobody had wanted to leave the other two with the ransom money.
It was too bad. It would have been nice to get lucky for a change.
On the other hand, the night's work and the seventeen hundred and change it was costing me were by no means wasted. I had learned something, and not just that the three men I was after were very careful planners for a trio of psychopathic sex killers.
