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“I bet Greg had photos of his dad.”
“Mr. Greg Cerise is quite dead, and the search warrant on that residence is no longer valid.”
“Details, details!” I retorted. “I’ll find you a damn photo.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
The search warrant was expired, but at this point I really didn’t give a shit. I called dispatch and got the number for the owner of the house, Greg’s erstwhile landlady, a Ms. Dana Sebastian. I dialed as I drove to the house.
A woman answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Hello, this is Detective Gillian with the Beaulac Police Department. Is this Dana Sebastian?”
“Yes … yes, it is. Is this about the murder?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m the lead investigator on the Symbol Man murders. Look, I know the search warrant has expired, but I really need to get back into your rental house and look for something.”
“Oh, damn, I’ve already had a crew come through to fix the door and scrub the place down, and I packed all of Greg’s stuff up. It’s all still there in boxes, though. I really don’t know what to do with any of it, to be honest. I don’t know if he has any family.”
“I can’t help you there,” I said. The only next of kin I knew of wasn’t likely to step forward just to claim some boxes of junk. “Is there any way you can come by to let me in and let me look through the stuff?”
“I’m at work and can’t get away until late this afternoon, but if you want you can let yourself in. The key’s under the frog statue on the back porch.”
“I really appreciate this,” I said fervently.
“Sure thing. I hope it helps you out. I still can’t believe this happened. Greg was a supernice guy and a good tenant.”
“I met him only once, but he seemed pretty cool,” I said. “Of course, the neighbor across the street was convinced he was up to no good.”
“Oh, my God, that racist bitch? I swear, I wanted to rent the place out to a black Jewish gay couple just to piss her off, but then I figured it wouldn’t be fair to the black Jewish gay couple.”
I smiled wryly. “Makes me glad I live way out in the country with no neighbors.”
“Lucky you! Look, if you need anything else, just let me know.”
“You got it. Thanks again.”
The Blood Had been cleaned up in the kitchen and the tile scrubbed and bleached. The cleaning crew had done a good job; there was no visible sign at all that a gruesome murder had taken place here. But it was still going to be hard for her to rent or sell the place.
The house had been stripped down to the walls, and I found about a dozen boxes piled in a back bedroom. I began looking through them and made the delightful discovery that Dana had labeled each box with a short description of its contents. Oh, I do so love this woman!
But even with the labels, it still took me well over an hour to find which boxes held pictures and then an hour more to find what I was looking for.
I sat down on the floor, holding the picture of a man in a suit standing stiffly next to a grinning teenager, arm draped awkwardly over the boy’s shoulders. The kid was definitely Greg. Even thirty years later, the grin had remained constant. And this picture had likely been taken not long before the summoning-gone-wrong—a couple of years at most. So this must be Dad. I peered at the picture. Slightly above-average height. Light-blue eyes. Brown hair. Nondescript features. Medium build. He’d be in his mid to late sixties now, I figured. I made a note to find out his date of birth when I got back to the office.
I pushed my hair back from my face, frustrated. I still didn’t have much to go on. But this has to be who the killer is. Peter Cerise. It fit perfectly. So, who the hell was he now?
I pulled my cell phone out again and called Ryan.
“Kristoff here.”
“Hiya, Agent-with-the-high-tech-resources-that-I-don’t-have. Can your peeps do an age progression on a photograph?”
“I can get it to someone who can,” he said. “Whatcha got?”
“Picture of Greg’s dad. But it’s about thirty years old. I can’t figure out who he is.”
Ryan gave a low whistle. “That’s terrific. Get it to me and I’ll send it off.”
