Republican, holding a copy of The Complete Cartoons of the New Yorker given to him at a book party.
Darby was thinking about the pictures on Carol Cranmore's wall when Leland hung up.
That was the commissioner calling for an update. He was a bit surprised when I told him I didn't have anything to tell him yet.'
'I came by twice,' Darby said. 'You weren't here.'
That's what voice mail is for.'
'I thought you'd want an update in person, in case you had any questions.'
You now have my full attention.' Leland leaned back in his chair.
Darby told him about the paint chip first, then the footwear impression.
'It's a men's size eleven, and the logo's a perfect match for Ryzer footwear. The logo stamped on the sole of the footwear impression we found was their second and last logo before they were bought out in eighty-three and became Ryzer Gear. Based on my research, they only manufactured four models, which they sold through catalogues and specialty stores in the northeast. We're talking a select group of customers. I tried our cases and struck out.'
'So submit a copy to the feds and have them run it through their footwear database.'
'Even if we ask them to expedite it, it will be a minimum of a month before they get around to processing it.'
'I can't change that.'
'Maybe we can,' Darby said. This afternoon I talked with a man named Larry Emmerich. He used to work for the FBI lab. He's the go-to expert on footwear impressions. Emmerich's retired now, hires himself out as a consultant. Not only does he have all of Ryzer's old catalogues, he has vendor information and contacts. Plus, he'd be willing to look at it right away. If he can narrow down the make and model, all the feds would need to do is to run the boot impression through their footwear database. Emmerich has contacts at the lab. Running it through the database to see if it's connected to any nationwide case would take a day, tops.'
'And his fee for this service?'
Darby told him the price.
Leland's eyes widened.
'What did Banville say?'
'I haven't talked to him yet,' Darby said.
'Good luck selling him on that.'
'If he won't pay for it, I say we pick up the tab. The person who abducted Carol Cranmore has done this sort of thing before – at least twice.'
Leland was already shaking his head. 'There's no way I'll be able to get a purchase authorization -'
'Let me explain. The woman under the porch, Jane Doe, she thought I was this woman named Terry Mastrangelo. I had Missing Persons run the name through their computer. Terry Mastrangelo is twenty-two, lived in New Brunswick, Connecticut. Her roommate said Terry went out for ice cream. She didn't take her car, she walked. She never made it home.'
'How long has she been missing?'
'Over two years.'
Leland sat up in his chair.
'Terry Mastrangelo also has a son named Jimmy,' Darby said. 'He's eight now, lives with his grandmother. That's all I know. I don't have access to the actual case file, so Banville will have to request it.'
'It wouldn't hurt him to take a look at VICAP, see if there's anything mentioned in there, like your footwear impression.'
Darby was sure Banville had already consulted the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program. 'Here's a copy of Terry Mastrangelo's picture.'
Leland studied the piece of paper.
'You definitely share a similar look,' he said. 'You both have fair skin and auburn hair.' He placed the paper on his desk blotter. The woman you found underneath the porch, do we have any news on her condition?'
'Not yet,' Darby said. 'As for her prints, they're still running through AFIS.'
'So the person who abducted Carol Cranmore is most likely keeping her somewhere – probably the same place where Terry Mastrangelo and the porch woman were kept.'
'Now you know why I'm in such a rush to identify the footwear impression we found.'
'I talked with Erin,' Leland said. The blood you found on the wall is AB negative. Carol's blood is O positive. Erin also found dried blood on the tan fiber and several spots on the T-shirt. The blood on the fiber matches the blood on the wall.'
Darby wasn't holding out hope for a match on CODIS. The Combined DNA Identification System, while state- of-the-art, was relatively new; only the most recent cases were stored in there. Because of a lack of funding – each DNA extraction test cost hundreds of dollars – the majority of rape kits and DNA evidence sat in evidence rooms across the country.
'Trace said the tan fiber is used in commercial rugs. That's all I have.' Darby stood.
'Hold on, I want to talk to you about something.'
Darby had an idea what was coming.
'Abduction cases are pressure cookers. Once the media finds the link between Carol Cranmore and Jane Doe – and you and I both know they will – they'll be camped out here, and we'll have people like Nancy Grace doing a countdown every night on TV until Carol Cranmore's body is found.
'I know you're living with your mother at the moment to help ease her through her… situation,' Leland said. 'A case like this is very demanding on someone's time. You may not be able to spend that much time with her. You have plenty of vacation time – and there's family leave.'
'Do you have a problem with my job performance?'
'No.'
'Then I guess you're having reservations because my former partner was convicted of planting evidence on the Nelson rape case.'
Leland clasped his hands behind his head.
'Not only did I tell you – repeatedly – that I was innocent, the grand jury cleared me,' Darby said. 'I wasn't responsible for Steve Nelson being let go and raping another woman. And I wasn't responsible for the media coverage either.'
'I'm aware of that.'
'So why are we having this conversation again?'
'Because putting you on this case could bring us more media attention. You're already on TV. I'm worried that the media is going to resurrect the Nelson case and drag it back into the spotlight.'
This case is going to have media attention whether I'm on it or not.'
Leland didn't say anything, leaving Darby with the sense – and not for the first time – that he had privately come to some sort of conclusion about her. Leland Pratt was the kind of man who preferred observing people when they weren't paying attention, recording their words and gestures and cataloguing them in that locked-up place where he held his true judgments of people. Darby, for better or for worse, often caught herself working twice as hard to impress him. She hoped she could impress him now.
'I can run this thing, Leland. But if you still have some lingering doubts, if you don't trust me, then put it on the table and talk about it. Stop denying me access to cases because you're afraid I'm going to embarrass the lab. It's not fair.'
Leland stared at the framed certificates and diplomas hanging on the wall behind her. Finally, after a long moment, he turned his attention back to her.
'I want to be updated at every turn. If I'm not in my office, leave a message or call me on my cell phone.'
'Not a problem,' Darby said. 'Anything else?'
'If Banville won't pick up the tab for the footwear specialist, let me know and I'll see what I can do.'
Darby stepped into the office she shared with Coop. He was on the phone, flipping through a comic book. He had changed into jeans and a T-shirt with the slogan 'Beer Is Proof That God Loves Us and Wants Us to Be Happy.'
'I don't remember Wonder Woman having breast implants,' Darby said after Coop hung up.
