Название: Birds of a Feather
Автор: Don Easton
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: A Jack Taggart Mystery
isbn: 9781459702219
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“He sneered and laughed?” said Jack, incredulously.
“We don’t have sound, but you can tell he did. His sneer is one I won’t forget, either.”
“Let’s nickname him El Burla,” said Jack.
“Al who?” asked Wilson.
“El Burla. The Spanish word for sneer is burla.”
“Sounds good,” replied Wilson.
“You’ve got their faces, then?” noted Connie.
“El Burla for sure. Stocky, black hair covering the tops of his ears, and a very flat and wide nose. He acted like he thought he was invincible. As if he thought we couldn’t touch him. I’ll love showing a jury the camera footage once we catch him. The other guy’s image isn’t quite as clear. I’ll have to see if we can enhance it.”
“Porter was really paranoid when I came to see him,” said Connie. “Now it makes sense. He knew somebody was after him. The thing is, he wouldn’t open the door, even for me, until I held my badge up to the peephole.”
“The door isn’t damaged, so maybe he trusted whoever he let in,” noted Wilson.
“Are you going to grab Clive Slater for questioning?” asked Jack.
“Definitely.” Wilson looked at Connie. “Maybe you and I should work together. You for the missing girlfriend and me for her boyfriend’s homicide.”
“Sounds good to me,” replied Connie. “Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into a double homicide.” She looked at Jack. “Anything to add?”
Jack shook his head. “Not now. You two do your thing, but keep me apprised. I’m willing to help out with a UC approach if it is warranted. Maybe on Slater or whoever else surfaces.”
“You said a UC was tried on Slater before,” said Connie. “It didn’t work.”
“There are different approaches or styles to UC work,” replied Jack.
“Yeah, go figure,” said Connie. “And please, tell me, what would your style —” Connie quit talking as Jack walked past her a short distance down the hallway and gingerly picked up a small piece of cardboard.
“What is it?” asked Wilson.
“A cut-out picture of a Girl Guide,” said Jack. “Explains why Porter opened his door.”
“It does?” asked Wilson. He looked at Connie and she shrugged.
Moments later, both Wilson and Connie took turns peeking through the peephole in Porter’s door while Jack remained in the hall holding the picture up close to the peephole.
“I’d have sworn it was a real kid standing in the hall,” muttered Connie.
Wilson went to Clive Slater’s apartment and found he wasn’t home, so he stuck a business card in his door. A couple of hours later, Wilson received a call from a lawyer by the name of Jenkins who said he was representing Slater and asked what it was about. Wilson told him and Jenkins said he would call back. Minutes later, Jenkins called again and said Slater had agreed to meet Wilson as long as Jenkins was present. Wilson tried to set up an appointment immediately, but Jenkins said his calendar was full. Eventually the lawyer agreed to meet at Wilson’s office the following afternoon at three o’clock.
Connie called Jack to let him know.
“Four hours after a murder and he’s already lawyered up without Wilson even talking to him?” Jack was incredulous.
“Yeah, how about that.”
“You can bet his hands are dirty, too,” muttered Jack.
“Sounds like it. With his lawyer, I doubt Wilson will get much, but who knows. Wilson does have a good rep for being sharp. I’m going down there tomorrow when he interviews him.”
“You going to interview him, too?”
“Not until I hear what he says to Wilson. Later, if need be, we can use Lily Rae as another excuse for me to interview him. Wilson might touch on her disappearance because they would expect us to know she was Porter’s girlfriend, but we will likely hold back on any serious questioning in her regard until later. Maybe catch him without a lawyer. I’ll be down at VPD to confer with Wilson if he feels the need. Would be good if we could reach you, as well.”
“I’ll be available on my cell,” replied Jack. “Tonight, if you don’t have any objections, I’m going to drive out and tell Marcie that Porter was murdered.”
“Not a problem.”
“What about Lily Rae’s mother?” asked Jack. “She should be told, too.”
“Go ahead. Saves me from telling her. Let me know if she says anything that will help. Also, if Lily uses a computer at home, I’d like to get it. Same for anything else you see that might help.”
“Will do … and tell Wilson good luck.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. With the lawyer there, I bet it will be a short interview.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” agreed Jack before hanging up. He brooded for a moment as he formulated a plan on how to get Slater to talk.
Slater won’t think it’s a short interview when I talk to him. In fact, I bet he will remember it for the rest of his life …
chapter nine
On Monday night, Jack and Natasha, with Mikey in an infant car seat in the back seat, drove out to Liz and Ben’s farm in Chilliwack. Jack hadn’t told them he was coming, as he wanted to be with Marcie and console her if need be, when he updated her on the investigation.
When they arrived, Ben, Liz, and Marcie came out of the house to meet them.
“What a nice surprise,” said Ben. “What brings you out here?”
“Have you eaten?” asked Liz.
“We already ate, but thanks,” replied Natasha.
“What about you, Mikey? Want me to throw on a steak or something?” Ben joked.
“Think we better wait until he grows teeth,” suggested Natasha.
Jack saw the worried look on Marcie’s face as she looked at him. He shook his head and said, “No sign of her yet, but I want to talk to you.”
While the others went inside, Jack walked with Marcie down the long driveway as he told her about the murder and that Porter had been suspected of being involved with cocaine trafficking.
“Oh, no,” cried Marcie. “I knew it! I knew something was wrong. Lily … you think … what? What do you think happened to her?”
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