“Something about poisoning a system. And an ax or something.”
“Where did this conversation take place?”
“A really lame bar up by Lake Norman.”
“Name?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Why were you there?”
“Cindi wanted to hook up with Cale, but she knew her parents would flip out, you know, about her being in a bar. She told them there was a school party and talked me into going along to back up the lie. The place was, like, scuzz city.”
“This was a couple of months before Lovette and Gamble went missing.”
“It was summer. That’s all I remember.”
“You think Lovette and his buddies were plotting something illegal?”
“Like robbing a bank?” The caramel eyes were now perfectly round.
“Let’s think here, Lynn. Poison?” Nolan’s dim-wittedness was wearing on Slidell.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Cale was mean as a snake.”
“Tell me about that.”
“Cindi showed up at school one time with bruises on her arms. Like fingerprints, you know?” Nolan was becoming more expressive, using her hands for emphasis. “She never said so, but I think Cale was smacking her around.”
Slidell rotated one hand. Go on.
“Sometimes he talked to her like she was stupid. Cindi wasn’t stupid. She was in STEM. Those people were all, like, scary smart.” A lavender nail jabbed the air. “There’s someone might know more than me. Maddy Padgett. She was in STEM, too. Maddy was totally into cars and engines. I think she and Cindi were tight.”
Slidell scribbled a note. Then, “Why’d Gamble put up with Lovette treating her like crap?”
“She loved him.” As though the question confused her.
“You think she went off with him?”
“Huh-uh.”
“What’s your take?”
Nolan looked from Slidell to me, then back. Her response was delivered with breathy affect. “I think Cale killed her, then ran away.”
Humid air pressed our skin as Slidell and I walked back to the Taurus. The sun was a silver-white disc in the sky. An anemic breeze carried the smell of hot brick and mowed grass.
“Brain power of a newt.”
I suspected Slidell was underestimating the amphibian. Didn’t say so.
“What was that shit above her head?”
I wasn’t sure if he meant Nolan’s updo or the logo. I went with the latter. “Genomics is the study of the genomes of organisms.”
“Like figuring out their DNA?”
“Yes. Proteomics is the study of proteins. Metabolomics is the study of cellular processes.” Oversimplified but close enough.
“How’s all that fit in with air pollution?”
“I’ll Google CRRI.”
Slidell and I got into the car. The heat was worthy of Death Valley.
“What do you think of Nolan’s theory?” I asked after securing my belt.
“That Lovette killed Gamble? The thought crossed my mind.”
“Really?”
Slidell didn’t elaborate until he’d turned the key, maxed the air-conditioning, and unwrapped and popped a stick of Juicy Fruit into his mouth.
“In his notes, Eddie mentions a guy name of Owen Poteat.” Slidell made a U-ey toward the main drag. “Back in ’ninety-eight, Poteat claimed he saw Lovette at the Charlotte airport on the twenty-fourth of October.”
The implication was clear.
“That was ten days after Lovette and Gamble disappeared from the Speedway. How did Poteat know it was Lovette?”
“He’d seen a photo on a flyer. Said the tats and bald head caught his attention.”
“Was Poteat considered credible?”
“The task force thought so. According to Eddie, Poteat’s statement played heavy into the conclusion that Lovette and Gamble took off.”
