Tough Justice Series Box Set: Parts 1-8. Carla Cassidy

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      “If there was another person around our victim at the time of her murder and if he isn’t the perp, then why didn’t he call the TIPS line?” Lara asked.

      “Maybe for the same reason Sam hesitated before calling. He was afraid he would be seen as a potential suspect.”

      “If Sam’s alibi checks out, which I’m pretty sure it will, then we have a mystery man on the trail at the same time Lara Bowman was murdered.” Lara frowned thoughtfully. “And Cass has already checked the security camera located on the trail near where Lara was murdered. The one that might have shown us the actual murder taking place was broken.”

      “As are half of the cameras in Central Park,” Nick replied drily.

      “We should have Cass pull footage from all of the cameras around the time of the murder and see if we can get a glimpse of a blond man wearing jogging clothes and a ball cap entering or leaving the park.” Lara pulled out her cell phone and made the call.

      By that time they’d arrived at Dawson’s Deli to check out Sam’s alibi. Owners Sherri and Harold confirmed that Sam and his friend, Kevin, were regulars.

      “Kevin gave us the watercolor over there,” Harold said and pointed to a framed watercolor of white lilies floating on a greenish-blue pond.

      “And you’re sure they ate breakfast here Saturday morning around seven o’clock or so?” Nick asked.

      “Positive,” Sherri replied. “The two of them come in like clockwork every morning. They order the breakfast special and talk art.”

      “How long do they usually stay?” Lara asked.

      “A couple of hours or so,” Harold answered.

      “Have you ever seen either of them in here with a tall blond man?” Lara asked, even though her gut told her they were on the same kind of dead end that they’d been on for the past four days.

      “No, no blond man that I ever remember,” Sherri said, and Harold nodded his agreement with her.

      Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, Lara thought bitterly. It seemed as if they were working with a dozen puzzle pieces from a dozen different puzzles, and the only thing they all had in common was that damned MM stamp.

      By the time they reached Sally’s Shop of Souvenirs, Lara had worked up a head of steam. Impotence wasn’t a piece of clothing she wore well, and yet that’s exactly what she felt dragging heavily around her shoulders.

      She didn’t like it, the weight of little Tina’s death and of Lara Bowman’s murder. At the moment a reckless anger trumped any fear she had for herself.

      Sally stood in the same place in front of her store as she had the last time they’d come to ask her questions, only today she wore a long-sleeved bright yellow shirt with orange writing that read Tourists Gone Wild in NYC.

      “Back again, handsome?” she asked, her gaze lingering on Nick. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, and her hair looked less bright without the sunshine overhead.

      “Yeah, and his very hot partner is standing here right next to him,” Lara replied.

      Sally grinned at Nick. “Does she ever lighten up?”

      “Only if you feed her raw meat,” Nick replied, deadpan.

      “When you saw that black SUV pull up and talk to Dunst on Thursday, did you notice what color of hair the driver had?” Lara asked after a pointed glare at Nick.

      “I told you the first time you asked me, I didn’t see the driver. I didn’t see his face or his hair or anything.” She flipped a strand of her own purple-tinted hair and looked appealingly at Nick.

      “Look, if I could help you, I would. But I was watching Dunst wave his hands around and yell into the SUV, not who was driving it.”

      “It’s okay. You can’t tell us what you didn’t see,” Nick replied. “We appreciate your time.”

      “I’ll always make time for you, big boy,” Sally replied.

      “She’s a piece of work,” Lara said when they were back in the car.

      “I thought she showed impeccable taste.” He gifted her with one of his sexy grins.

      “Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied irritably.

      “I was just trying to lighten you up a bit. You’ve been unusually on edge all morning.”

      Since when did he know her well enough to know that she was unusually anything? “I am on edge. Aren’t you? Don’t you feel it, Nick? The terrible sense that something else bad is coming?”

      “You don’t think Lara Bowman’s murder was the end of it?”

      Laura fastened her seat belt and then turned toward him, knowing both her fear and her simmering alarm were in her eyes for him to see. “No, like I told you on the phone, I don’t think her murder was the end of things. I think it’s just the beginning, and there are more bad things to come.”

      Her words hung in the air between them, as if suspended by sheer dread alone. Nick said nothing. He started the car, and they remained silent as they returned to 26 Federal Plaza.

      * * *

      If she’d hoped that any others on the team might have found and developed a new lead, her hope was soon dashed. As the team members began to trickle in, it took only one look at their tired, frustrated faces to know they were returning empty-handed.

      Lara was seated at her cubicle, rereading for the hundredth time the files relating to Sean Dunst, Tina Cole and Lara Bowman when Cass approached her.

      “There are thirty-one security cameras in Central Park,” she said. “Almost half of them aren’t working either due to technical issues or vandalism. The ones that are operational are monitored by a private security company. I’ve got a call into the company to get those files for review to see if we can catch sight of the mystery blond man.”

      “How long do you think it will take you to look at the files once you get them?” Lara asked.

      “A couple of days to look at all of them, but I’ll start with the cameras that were close to the murder scene, and hopefully that should only take an hour or so once I get the files.”

      “Why haven’t they fixed the cameras that aren’t working?” Lara asked.

      Cass shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you, but if I was to guess the answer is bureaucracy and budget cuts.” Cass didn’t wait for an answer. She returned to the tech room, and Lara focused back on the files in front of her.

      “Maybe we should talk to Sheila again,” she leaned over and said to Nick. Was it possible the stripper girlfriend might know more than she had told them?

      “We can talk to her again if you think it might be useful,” Nick said. “But to be honest, I think it would be a waste of time. She isn’t going to say anything СКАЧАТЬ