Cavanaugh Stakeout. Marie Ferrarella
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Название: Cavanaugh Stakeout
Автор: Marie Ferrarella
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781474094559
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“No matter how careful, there’s always a slipup,” Finn told the older man, trying to smother the impatience that was mounting within him.
“I hope you’re right,” Sean replied. “By the way, thanks for the heads-up when your men came across this,” he said to Finn.
“My dad always said that if you want the best results, make sure you go with the best,” Finn answered, never taking his eyes off the members of the CSI team as they systematically worked in and around the vehicle. He kept his fingers crossed.
“I’m sorry I never got to meet your father,” Sean told Donnal Cavanaugh’s son.
Finn paused for just a moment, recalling his father. “You would have liked him,” he told Sean. “Come to think of it, he was a lot like you,” he decided. The next moment, he cleared his throat. “I’d better stay out of your way,” he told Sean. “You’ve got my number if you find any prints.”
“Like I said,” Sean told him, getting back to work as Finn began to walk to his own car, “you’ll be the first one I call.”
Finn picked up his phone the second that he heard it ring. He didn’t bother checking the caller ID—he just naturally assumed that it was Sean on the other end of the line.
“Did you find any fingerprints?” he asked immediately.
“It was the cleanest car I’ve ever dusted,” Sean admitted.
He knew going in that it was only a slim chance that the crime-scene investigators would find a print, but even so, Finn felt deflated. “So then the answer’s no?” he asked, disappointed.
Instead of a confirmation, Sean began, “Except—”
Instantly alert, Finn interrupted the head of the crime-scene lab. “Except what?”
“Except that whoever stole that car from my father didn’t stop to think when they went to adjust the rearview mirror. They wiped down every surface except for that one.” He could hear Finn all but champing at the bit, so he put him out of his misery. “We found just one partial fingerprint on the back of the rearview mirror.”
“Do you have any idea who the print belongs to?” Finn asked. If anyone would have asked him for a description of himself, Finn would have said that, in general, he was usually a patient man. But at the same time, there was something about waiting that really got to him. Especially when he was involved like this.
“Not yet,” Sean answered. “But we will. We’ve got Valri running the print, looking for a match. If whoever stole the car is in the system in any manner, shape or form, I guarantee that she’ll find them. Valri’s the best all-around computer tech that we have,” Sean said.
Finn still saw a slight problem with that. “What if the person’s not in the system?”
“Well, then we’re no worse off than we were before,” Sean answered. “But remember, there are a lot more people in the system now than there used to be. People need to be fingerprinted for any number of reasons these days. Keep a positive thought,” he told his nephew cheerfully.
Finn pressed his lips together. “Right,” he murmured.
“Oh, and, Finn?” Sean said just as Finn was about to hang up.
“Yes?”
“There was one more thing.” Sean paused and it was for effect, something he didn’t usually do, but given the nature of this case, he felt he could be forgiven this one time.
“Yes?” Finn asked again.
“We found blood in the trunk.”
“Blood?” Finn repeated, stunned.
“Yes. It looks like there was a body transported in the trunk,” Sean said.
“Talk about burying the lead!” Finn cried. Pulling himself together, he asked, “Do you know who the blood belongs to?”
“Not yet,” Sean answered. “We’ll call you about that, too,” he promised.
“I will be waiting,” Finn said, trying not to sound as impatient as he felt.
More than an hour later, the phone rang again. Finn had just gotten up from his desk and was about to leave the robbery division’s squad room. The moment he heard his phone, he hurried back and yanked up the receiver. “Finn Cavanaugh.”
“You know that positive thought I told you to keep earlier?”
Finn recognized Sean’s voice immediately. Hope sprang up in his chest. “Yes?”
“We found a match to that print,” Sean told Finn. “Or rather, Valri did.”
Sometimes things really did work themselves out, Finn thought. “Who does the print belong to?”
“It belongs to a Marilyn Palmer,” Sean answered. “There was only one arrest down in her file. Nothing too spectacular. She was part of some sort of group staging a college protest a few years ago. She spent the night in jail, then was released to her mother. As near as Valri could tell, there have been no repeat performances since that date.”
“Until she stole Seamus’s car,” Finn reminded Sean grimly, “and carted off a body in the trunk.”
“Right, until then,” Sean agreed.
“Have you matched that blood yet?” Finn asked.
“No luck so far, but we’re working on it,” Sean said. “Now, if you have a pen, I’ll give you Marilyn Palmer’s address.”
“All right, shoot,” Finn said to the head of the CSI day unit, ready to copy down any and all information that Sean had for him.
Finally, Finn thought in relief, they were beginning to get somewhere.
“Hey, Finn,” Detective Joe Harley, Finn’s occasional partner, called out as he stuck his head into the robbery squad room. “There’s a woman out here who’s looking for you. She says she wants to talk.” Harley grinned at him. “Looks like you finally got lucky.”
Finn was already on his feet. Armed with the address that Sean had just given him, he was just about to leave the precinct. He wanted to talk to the twenty-year-old who had just become his prime suspect. Unless this was really important, he didn’t have the time to waste on someone coming in to report something that she only thought was missing but in reality had just been СКАЧАТЬ