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“Well, it could be coming on the market soon,” he said. “If we’re smart or lucky.”
“How long you been here?”
“About an hour. We were waiting for Latham at the gate down at the bottom of the driveway when he headed for work. He wasn’t too happy to see our little caravan.”
“Did he go on to work?”
“No way,” said Cash. “He’s in the house, acting all indignant, watching the evidence techs like a hawk. Trying to figure out what they’re looking for.”
I studied the burned circle, which measured maybe twenty yards across, then turned and looked back toward the house, which was barely visible. “For a place that’s as close to downtown as my house, this is mighty isolated,” I said. “I can see why nobody would have just happened by and seen a body in the car.”
He nodded. “Latham says she liked to park up here when she wanted to think. Sit and smoke and look at the view.”
I gazed out over the farmland. From the rise where we stood, the pasture had lovely views to both the east and the west. “Actually, I’ll buy that part of the story,” I said. “I’d probably do the same if I owned this chunk of land. Except for the smoking.”
“Which Latham mentioned three times in his statement. He actually said, ‘It was probably a cigarette butt that caught the grass on fire.’ When I read his statement the other day, I could almost feel his elbow nudging me in the ribs every time he mentioned the smoking.”
“That’s because he thinks cops are dumb,” I said. “Wanted to make sure they got it.”
“Another interesting thing about this location,” said Cash.
“Once the car was burning, hundreds of people would have seen the smoke from 640-it’s only a quarter mile through those trees. Half a dozen people called 911 to report a fire-which I’m sure he wanted.”
“To establish the time of the fire,” I said.
“Exactly. The first call came at three fifty-three P.M.-while he was playing the slots in the Bellagio.”
Cash led me into the burned circle, pointing out four evidence flags, which indicated where the corners of the vehicle had been. A fifth flag marked the spot where five cigarette butts-almost but not quite consumed by the blaze-had been found below the driver’s door. I knelt and inspected that area, seeing nothing but the charred stubble of grass and the thin wire of the evidence flag jammed into the ground.
I pointed back toward where the rear of the vehicle would have been. “Do you remember which side the exhaust pipe was on?”
“The right,” he said.
Staying well clear of the imaginary vehicle’s boundaries, I walked back to what would have been the vehicle’s right rear corner and knelt again. The grass there looked exactly like the grass everywhere else within the circle of burned vegetation. “Any idea where the catalytic converter on a Lexus RX is?”
He shrugged. “Um…somewhere between the engine and the end of the tailpipe?”
“No wonder your boss thinks so highly of you,” I said. “Every answer at your fingertips. Just like on CSI.” I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled forward, toward what would have been the center of the vehicle, scanning from side to side as I crept. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, and I wasn’t sure what it was when I found it. But it was something.
Cash came to the edge of the rectangle and squatted down, but he couldn’t see anything from there.
“I’ve got a big pair of tweezers in the tackle box in my truck,” I said. “You mind going and getting it?”
He didn’t answer; he just headed to the truck. He might not know a lot about vehicle exhaust systems, but he was easygoing and he didn’t seem overly impressed with his own importance. When he handed me the tweezers, I maneuvered the tips down through the burned stalks of grass, squeezed gently, and plucked out the small black shape that had caught my eye. It was hard, oval-more or less-and pinched in the center. Looking closely, I saw that the pinch in the center was caused by a bit of heavy wire, clamped tight.
I held it out for Cash’s inspection. “Any idea what that is?”
“None,” he said.
“You think it could be something off the underside of the car? A hose clamp or fuel-line fitting or some such?”
He shrugged once more. “You’re asking the guy who had no idea where the catalytic converter would be?”
“You’re right.” I laughed. “What was I thinking?”
“We could check with the mechanics at the Lexus dealership,” he said. “Maybe one of those guys would recognize it.”
“See, you come
up with a good idea every now and then,” I said.
He grinned. “Even a blind squirrel finds some nuts.”
Something about the shape was familiar to me. Not the blackened blob but the heavy wire. I couldn’t place it, though, and when Cash held out an evidence bag, I deposited my find inside. Cash sealed and dated it, but then his pen hesitated.
“Problem?”
“We have to list everything we confiscate when we return the warrant to the judge,” he said. “I’ve got no idea what to call this.”
“Call it ‘blackened blob,’” I suggested helpfully.
He shot me an unamused look.
“Or ‘unidentified burned object recovered from beneath area of burned car.’”
“That sounds better,” he said. “I can see why they think highly of you at UT.”
Cash and I both went over the rest of the area beneath and surrounding the car, but neither of us found anything else, so he headed back to the house and I headed for UT. As I’d done on my way in, I drove slowly to savor the view. Just as I was nearing the barn, my peripheral vision snagged on something. I stopped the truck and backed up. About ten feet to the left of the dirt track was a small, neat oval, about one foot by two feet, sketched by scorched earth and burned grass. I got out and knelt, using the tip of a pen to sift through the charred stalks. I found nothing. All the same, I retrieved two evidence flags from the back of my truck. I stuck one right beside the circle and the other ten feet away, at the nearest edge of the dirt track.
As I turned from the driveway onto Middlebrook Pike toward downtown, I phoned Cash on his cell, describing what I’d seen and where to find the markers. “Maybe it’s nothing,” I said.
“Maybe,” he said. “But maybe not.”
“Maybe a blind squirrel just found a nut,” I said.
