market. The buyer says she’s selling the house to him for peanuts just to piss off her ex.”
“Why do you care?”
I didn’t answer, letting him work it out. His eyes narrowed, then widened.
“The buyer is one of your people?” he asked me.
“Yeah.”
“You think the buyer came by the money the wrong way?”
“I don’t think that his rich grandmother died or that he won the lottery. He can’t afford it even if she’s giving it away. The property taxes are more than twelve grand a year.”
Grisnik asked, “Even if you’re right, what’s that got to do with my case?”
“Maybe nothing. Or maybe the money is coming from somebody who needed to wash some cash or pay off a favor.”
“Marcellus Pearson?”
“More likely whoever put the hit on Marcellus, if that’s what happened.”
“I’d put the early money on Javy Ordonez. He and Marcellus have been scuf?ing for a long time,” Grisnik said.
“Could have been him. Could have been Bodie Grant.”
“That jerk-off from Raytown?”
“You know about him?” I asked.
“What do you think, Jack? That I spend all my time writing traffic tickets and waiting for you to call?”
I laughed. “No, I guess not. We think Bodie and Javy may have decided to go into business together. Getting rid of Marcellus could have been their first joint venture.”
Grisnik said, “I talked to one of our detectives that works drugs.”
“You and I both know someone in your department was tipping Marcellus. You think that was a good idea?”
“I’ve known him a long time. If he’s dirty, we’re all dirty. He told me that he didn’t think Javy or Bodie were smart enough or ballsy enough alone to pull this kind of shit but that together, they might talk themselves into it.”
“Maybe,” I said, “but I think it’s someone else, someone further up the food chain. As much business as Marcellus was doing, he didn’t live like he had much money. Someone else was getting fat off his action. That’s who I was after.”
“And you think that’s who could have taken out Marcellus and his people?”
“Makes the most sense to me. Maybe Marcellus had a silent partner who decided to renegotiate his contract.”
“Doesn’t add up to a pass for your home buyer.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“You said you had something for me on my case,” Grisnik said. “What is it?”
“Marcellus gave Oleta Phillips three thousand in twenties twelve hours before he was shot. I found three thousand in twenties in Marcellus’s backyard an hour after he was shot. Oleta’s fingerprints were on the money.”
“That friend you still have tell you about the fingerprints?”
“This morning. She thought it would be convenient if I ran into you. Seems she has this idea that you might tell me something she’d like to know.”
Grisnik nodded, smiling. “I can see how she might think that. I might send her the ballistics on the bullets the coroner dug out of Tony Phillips. Let her check them against the ones that killed Marcellus.”
“Her name is Ammara Iverson.”
“I like that name,” he said. “Is she a good enough friend to get me the surveillance videos?”
“Not yet, but Ben Yates, our SAC, is going to ask your chief for pictures of everyone on your force so he can crosscheck them against the video.”
Grisnik laughed. “I can’t wait for that turd to blossom. The chief will ask Yates if he’s got any proof that one or more of his officers are dirty. If Yates does, the chief might cooperate as to those people but he’ll never let the entire force be painted with that brush. Yates has to know that.”
“If he doesn’t, I’m sure your chief will educate him. In any event, Ammara said she reviewed the tapes and didn’t see anybody who looked like a cop.”
Grisnik shook his head. “A cop looks like anybody else when he’s out of uniform.”
I thought about what Ammara had said and realized that I agreed with her. I could pick an FBI agent out of a crowd. “You saying you can’t tell when someone has been on the job?”
“I guess you’re right. Usually I can. I guess if Ammara didn’t see anyone who looked like a cop on the tapes, I should feel better. So how come I don’t?”
“Because you’re like me. You don’t trust people because of how they look.”
“Amen to that. You still think someone at the FBI leaked word of the surveillance camera in the house so that the killer would have known to cut off the electricity?”
“Troy Clark does. He’s having everyone take a polygraph tomorrow.”
“Including your home buyer?”
“Yeah.”
“I take it you’d like to know about the home buyer before the polygraph exam.”
“That would be a good thing.”
“Same question. Why do you care?”
“I’ve got other interests I’m trying to protect.”
“Yours?”
I shook my head. “No, but it’s personal. Leave it at that.”
“You have any proof your home buyer is dirty?”
“Only that it seems strange that he would buy a house at a bargain price that used to be owned by a guy we busted. Other than that, I’ve got nothing.”
“Just one of those gut feelings cops on TV always get?”
“More like the gut fear real cops get,” I said.
“Who’s the buyer?”
“I’d rather not say until I’ve got something hard to work with.”
“Suppose Thomas Rice gives up his name?”
“That would qualify.”
Grisnik had the warden’s number stored in his cell phone. Their conversation was brief. He hung up and pulled a KCKPD ID from his shirt pocket, tossing it in my lap. I was about to become Detective John Funkhouser again.
“How about the neighborhood canvass?” Grisnik asked. “Any eyewitnesses?”
I decided to bounce my memory off him. He’d interviewed enough witnesses to gauge how my story would play.
“Not so far. There is one person who may have seen something.”
“What?”
“Someone, probably male, running from the scene.”
“When?”
“After I got there. He could have been watching from the backyard of one of the houses nearby. If he were, he would have had a view of the rear of Marcellus’s house. The tree where I found the money was roughly in a line between where this guy would have been standing and the back door.”
“Who saw him?” Grisnik asked.
I let out a long breath, looked at Grisnik, then looked away, staring at the highway. “I did. Maybe. I’m not sure. That’s when I started shaking.”
Grisnik grunted. “I don’t like eyewitnesses,” he said.
“Me either.”
“Only thing worse is a lineup. Just read a report that said seventy-seven thousand people go to trial each year because someone picks them out of a lineup. Study said that eyewitnesses get it right in a lineup only about
