The York case.
Yeah?
Morris York, two years on the force, found with a halfounce of Mexican bud in a Marlboro box behind his patrol car visor. His marijuana habit had been detected by a departmental mechanic who claimed he was getting a contact high off the cars upholstery. Internal Affairs made movies of York getting mellow on the job.
Tommy Gedja says this morning, at the council meeting, if thats all were doing in our cars, why do we need new cars? I think he was serious. I think theyre gonna try to pull twelve cars out from under us.
Lucas shrugged: Life sucks and then they cut your budget. Whatre you doing down here?
More budget problems. A piece of white paper, wrapped in a plastic folder, lay on the desks otherwise empty typewriter tray. She picked it up and handed it to him. Came in the mail, first thing this morning.
Dear Chief of Police Roux:
One week ago, Mr. Kresge sent a memo to Susan ODell which said that her department would not be allowed to continue with a planned expansion because of budget constraints. Mrs. ODell has worked on the expansion for a long time and when she got the memo, her quote was, God Damn him, Im going to kill him. There were three people in the room at the time: Sharon Allen (assistant to the vice president), Michelle Stephens (executive secretary), and Randall Moss (assistant head cashier). I cant tell you my name, but I thought you should know.
Not much here, Lucas said. He snapped the paper with his index finger. We could interview Stephens to see how serious she thinks it is. Or if shes just trying to torpedo ODell.
Stephens? Roux had the gene that allowed her to lift one eyebrow at a time, and her left brow went up.
Lucas nodded. Shes probably the one who sent it sounds like somebody who actually heard ODell say it, but she misuses the word quote, which means not a lot of education. On the other hand, everything is spelled right, and secretaries spell things right. Shes very aware of titles and refers to Kresge as mister, which means she saw him as somebody with a lot more status than she has: not an associate. She wouldnt put herself first on the list, because that would make her nervous. And an assistant head cashier probably has a college education.
So hows she dressed, Sherlock?
Lucas smiled, but a droopy, tired smile: Navy jacket and skirt or tan jacket and skirt with an older but neatly ironed white shirt and some kind of tie. Practical heels. Single mother. Tense. Anxious. Angry with ODell for personal reasons. Hurting for money.
Roux said, Smart-ass. She turned and shouted into a closet-sized office: Beverly! Bring the other thing out so Sherlock Holmes can take a look.
The departments document specialist, a dark-haired woman with a faint Moravian accent, bustled out of the closet with another slip of paper wrapped in plastic.
Also in the mail, Roux said. Beverlys checking for fingerprints.
There are none, the woman said. Not on the letter or the envelope. Standard twenty-pound copier paper, no watermark. Printed with a laser printer. Lucas took the paper.
Chief Roux:
Daniel S. Kresge was shot by Wilson McDonald, who was hunting with Kresge when the shooting occurred. I have known Wilson McDonald for many years and I believe that he has killed two other people to further his career. These people were:
A man named George Arris, who was killed about1984, in a shooting outside a restaurant in St. Paul.
Andrew Ingall, who was killed in a boating accident in 1993 on Lake Superior. (He was from North Oaks and his wife still lives there.)
I hope you catch him on this one. He cant go on like this.
A Concerned Citizen.
Lucas looked at Roux, and she caught the small light in his eye. Interesting?
More than the first one, Lucas admitted. No waffling about the presentation. He gets right to it: Daniel S. Kresge was shot by Wilson McDonald.
You think a man wrote it?
Lucas hesitated for a minute, then said, Maybe not. Could be a woman.
When I read it, I assumed it was a woman. I dont know why, Roux said.
Something about the wording, said Beverly. I think its a woman too.
Would you look into it? Roux asked Lucas. Sort of… carefully? Lot of rich people involved.
Lucas said, Sloan and Sherrill are on it.
Sloan is working on the Ericson killing. Thats getting complicated. Sherrills doing the routine for the sheriff up there. Id just like you to look at this letter. It sounds so… sure of itself. You want me to look into it because you think its necessary? Lucas asked. Or because youre worried that Im going crazy?
Roux nodded: Both. Itd be nice if we could catch whoever killed Kresge.
Are you getting pressure?
No, not really. Kresge was divorced, no family around here, not all that well liked. But I mean, hey, its what were supposed to do, right?
The paper this morning said that McDonald would be speaking for Polaris, at least until the board of directorsmeets, Lucas said. The infighting could get pretty intense; something could fall out. In fact
… He tapped the first letter with the second. Something already has.
So catch up with Sherrill, tell her youll take this angle. Get away from your desk.
Lucas nodded: Okay; Ill look at it. And listen, Im gonna send Del Capslock around with a problem.
That goddamn Capslockisa problem, Roux grunted.
Good cop, Lucas said.
Yeah, but I cant stand to look at him: I keep wanting to give him a buck, or send him out to get his teeth fixed… Whats the problem?
He turned up an opium ring.
Drugs cant handle it?
You might want to think about it first, Lucas said. Again, the droopy grin: I suspect most of the members are friends of yours.
SLOAN WAS DRINKING A CHERRY COKE AND READING a Star-Tribunestory about sex in the workplace when Lucas wandered in, carrying xerox copies of the two letters. Sloan dropped the newspaper in the wastebasket, leaned back, and said, You know what the thing is about you?
What? Lucas pulled another chair around.
You cant have an adulterous affair, because youre not married. So if you go down to Intelligence, say, and pick out some single chick and fuck her brains loose, well, thats just what bachelors do. But if I did it, that would be adultery and theStar-Tribunethinks I should be fired.
If you did it, your old ladyd kill you anyway, so you wouldnt need a job.
Im talking in theory, Sloan said.
Did you pick out the guilty guy on Saturday? In theory?
Sloan shook his head. Theyre a pretty tough group. Robles was in a sweat, but I think he might sweat everything. Bone seemed to think that Kresge getting murdered was mildly amusing; he was cooperative, though. And hehad to stop to think at all the right places. ODell was almost too busy figuring out the consequences to talk to me about whether she did it… and that made me think she didnt. If she had, shed have already figured out the consequences. I had a harder time getting a reading on Mc-Donald. He acted like the whole thing was a plot to personally inconvenience him.
Cold? Sociopathic?
Mmmm. Sloan scratched his chin. No… If he is, he covers it, he said after a minute. Id say hes more like… unpleasant. Arrogant.
So whats it all mean?
If Robles did it, we might get him, eventually. If its one of the others, forget it. Unless the guy does something really stupid, like tell somebody else about it. Or if it was a group effort. But thats. ..
Unlikely, Lucas said.
More like ridiculous.
Perfect crime?
