My heart thumps against my sternum.
?A thumb what?? Dad asks.
?A flash-memory device,? Jewel explains. ?USB type. Made by Sony. It?s about two inches long and a third of an inch wide.?
?Only the cap?? I ask, certain that I'm a lot closer to at least the copy of the data on the DVD Tim stole from the
?Not the actual device??
?Right. Weird, huh??
?Maybe not.?
Jewel ponders my face. ?He stuck the drive up there to hide it from whoever killed him, didn't he??
I think. ?Probably.?
?This guy worked on the
right??
?Jewel??
?So was he smuggling information off the boat.?
?Please stop, right there. I'm not kidding.?
She frowns and waves me away as she might a pestering child. ?I ain?t tellin? nobody nothin? ?bout this. I just want to know for my own self. So when I sit up at night thinking about it, like I always do, I'?ll eventually be able to get me some sleep instead of puzzling about it till the sun comes up.?
?You?re on the right track, that?s all I can tell you.?
?Okay. So the question is, who has the USB drive now??
I nod.
?Well, your friend left work just before midnight, and he died around twelve thirty-five. So whoever tortured him didn't have him long, not even if they had him that whole time, which they probably didn't. Jessup had lots of welts and abrasions on his legs and arms, like he?d been running through the woods.?
?Really??
?Mm-hm. So let?s say they had ten minutes to torture him in the backseat of that SUV. I doubt they had time to do a cavity search.?
?Don?t be too sure. Some professionals do that kind of thing automatically.?
Jewel?s brow furrows. ?What kind of professionals? You talkin? ?bout cops??
?Not exactly. Military types. Ex-military. Paramilitary, maybe.?
?What exactly does
military mean??
?
military,? Dad explains. ?Like
medic. Not quite a doctor.?
?They didn't expect Tim to get out of that vehicle,? I reason aloud. ?They injected him with drugs, started torturing him, but somehow he got out while they were driving down Broadway. So unless they cavity-searched him, or he gave up the USB drive?s location right away, he got out of that vehicle with it. Who had access to the body, postmortem??
?The cops at the scene,? Jewel says.
?You think they?d pull his pants down and cavity-search him with spectators hanging over the fence like they were??
?They could have,? Dad says. ?They could have leaned a bunch of guys over him to shield it, the way NFL teams do when they want to hide an on-field injection from the camera.?
?No. That would take too many dirty cops. Let?s assume the drive was still in situ when Jewel got the body. Who had access after that??
Jewel?s still looking at the ceiling, nodding slowly. ?It was so late that I put him in the morgue at St. Catherine?s rather than drive him to Jackson. University said they?d rush the autopsy for me, but it wouldn'?t speed it up any for me to drive him up in the middle of the night. And I?d been all day under that hot sun??
?The morgue is locked, right??
?Most of the time. And the drawers are locked. But it ain?t like I got the only key. They gave me my key to the drawers when I got the job. I probably should have put new locks on them, but the administrator might not appreciate that, seeing how I don'?t own the hospital. So, I guess anybody with a key to the drawers could get to the body. The local pathologist for sure. Maybe some med techs or even nurses. Hell, maintenance might have a key, for all I know.?
?We need to find out.?
Jewel snorts. ?The way things are at that hospital right now, you could ask questions for a month and never find out everybody who?s got a key. That'?s like asking who?s got a key to a church or a school. And if I start asking, everybody?s gonna know it. That how you want to play this??
?No. Forget that. But as far as you know, no cops have reported a USB drive being found??
?Nope. They don'?t even know about the cap, or I?d have already heard a dozen jokes about somebody ?putting a cap in his ass.??
?I think we need to get Jewel moving,? Dad says.
?One last thing,? I say. ?Shad Johnson.?
Jewel?s brown eyes filled with an emotion I can?t read. ?Pardon my French, Penn, but that man?s sure got a hard-on for you. I reckon ever since you beat him out for mayor, he?s been out to get you.?
?It goes back farther than that. It was the Del Payton case.?
Jewel responds with a unique emphasis that I?'ve only heard from black women. ?That'?s why he lost for mayor. Betrayed his own people. And we knew it. We?re finally past the time where black folks always gonna vote for you just ?cause you black.?
?Shad explicitly warned you not to share any information with me??
?Yes, indeed.?
?Did he give you a reason??
?He said the victim was a friend of yours, and you might be involved in the case somehow. Giving you any kind of information would be improper, maybe even illegal.?
?Were those his exact words??
?He said something about a ?firing offense.??
?Yet here she is,? Dad says. ?Good people.?
?I do appreciate it, Jewel,? I tell her. ?More than you know. But from now on, you need to lie low. There?s nothing more you can do.?
She pulls a wry face. ?I ain?t so sure about that. But you won'?t hear from me unless I?'ve got something you really need.?
?How will you know that, if you don'?t know what I'm trying to do??
?Boy, I know what you trying to do. You trying to prove your friend was a good man and nail whoever killed him. And that?s something I can get behind. Shad Johnson can kiss my big ass if he thinks he scares me. I could break that man over my knee.?
?It?s not Shad you have to worry about.?
Jewel nods slowly. ?I hear you. But I know how to walk soft when I need to. Now, let me get out of here. I'm
