I chuckled.
“I’m not totally ignorant of your world.”
“You’ve no idea how happy it makes me.”
I could hear Quinn mutter in the background, followed by the blaring of a few car horns.
“I need the name of that shipping company used for the Kinetoscope,” Calvin said.
“Why’s that?”
“So I can get a warrant and obtain the shipper’s information—since they gave you the runaround.”
I glanced down at my hand. Jim Bob’s address was still scribbled on the back, albeit a little smudged after all the tears from earlier. “Uhm… Barnes Brothers Shipping.”
“Thanks.”
“What about the kid?” I asked.
“What about him?”
“Any idea who he is?”
“I’m still waiting to hear if he has any official connection to the Javits Center Antique Fair. All the people who can answer questions are ‘unavailable.’ He had some sort of ID on him, but it wasn’t plastic.”
“A paper ID?”
“Mm-hm. Folded one too many times and stuffed into a sweaty back pocket.”
“Fabulous.”
“Forensics is trying to decipher it.” A car door opened and shut. “I’ve got to go.”
“Sure. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Bye, Seb.”
“Bye, Cal.”
I lowered the phone, pressed End Call, then turned and walked back to the table.
“How’s Calvin?” Pop asked.
“Good. Just checking in between crime scene and precinct. Dad, do you know of any schools in the city that supply paper IDs to their students?”
“Like colleges?”
“I’m thinking so.” I’d pegged the kid as being eighteen—twenty, tops.
Pop leaned back in his chair. “I can’t think of any. The plastic ones obviously last longer. Plus, they have the barcodes on the back so students can make purchases or check books out of the library with ease. You had one like that. My old teacher’s ID was the same.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “What about those academies you see advertisements for in the subway? That host summer workshops or those intensive two-week courses.”
Pop put his hands behind his head. “I’m not sure. Some may supply paper IDs—what with the high turnover rate of students. Why?”
I looked down at my hand, tapping the address with my finger. “Just thinking out loud. Do you mind watching Dillon for a few hours?”
“Of course not. I was thinking of bringing Maggie to the dog run anyway. Do you have somewhere to be?”
