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She decided to save time and contacted Whitney as she drove. He listened, said little, until she’d finished.
“Detective Peabody didn’t copy the FBI on her update this morning.”
“No, sir, I gave her the list to inform. I wanted you to see the progress first.”
“Where are Santiago and Carmichael in this interview with Hanks?”
“It’s going on now, sir. They haven’t contacted me with results as yet.”
“Let me know when they do. Whatever those results may be, I’ll inform the FBI of your progress to date. As for the ongoing lab work, they dismissed those victims from the investigation. On that, they can wait.”
Satisfied, Eve pulled into her slot at Central. “Thank you, sir. Heading up to Homicide now. If I don’t hear from Oklahoma in the next ten, I’ll contact Carmichael.”
She got out of the car, moved fast to the elevator. “Let’s keep the momentum going. Get a couple of uniforms to coordinate with Banner. He can give them part of the list. Let’s cover what we can cover. Sometimes you get lucky.”
As she stepped into the elevator, her ’link signaled.
“Give me something, Santiago.”
“How about a name, boss? Darryl Roy James.”
“Peabody.”
“Running it now, sir.”
“Who is he?”
“Hanks’s woman’s son. No cohab on record because he didn’t want to go that route, but they’ve been together for about ten years. Darryl worked for him at the garage. Good mechanic, lazy asshole – or that’s Hanks’s opinion. Took off when he was about sixteen, landed in Texas. Did time in juvie in there – boosting rides – came back home, went to work for Hanks. In July 2057, he took off again, this time in the ’52 Bobcat he stole from the garage, about six thousand in cash, tools, an antique bowie knife and so on. His mother begged Hanks not to report it, so he didn’t to keep the peace.
“James did another stint in the Oklahoma State Pen. Four years for attempted robbery, armed – he had the bowie knife on him when he tried to shoplift a diamond engagement ring.”
“For the woman. True freaking love.”
“Maybe. Got busted in December of ’57, got out early August of this past year. Time off, good behavior.”
“Timing works. Do they know his whereabouts?”
The elevator doors opened; a trio of uniforms started to board.
Eve snarled, laid her hand on her stunner.
They backed out again.
“He says no, and I believe him. No love lost there, LT. He took the loss on the truck and the tools for his woman, but when we said the M word, he spewed like a geyser. Carmichael’s talking to the mother now, but it doesn’t look like she knows anything much. She claims she hasn’t spoken to him since midsummer, right before he got out, and it rings true. But she did say something about a woman before she got hysterical. No name, just he’d hooked up with some woman somewhere, and it was all her fault – according to the mother.”
Santiago managed an eye roll and a smirk at the same time. “Carmichael’s working it.”
“Get me her name, get all you can, then get home.”
“I’m so ready for that. Yippee-ki-freaking-yay.”
“Peabody,” Eve said as she clicked off, and stepping out this time when the doors opened and other cops piled on.
“James, Darryl Roy, age twenty-five, single, one offspring.”
Eve’s head snapped around to her partner. “Offspring?”
“He’s listed as the father of a baby, Darra Louise James, born in April of last year. The mother is listed as Ella-Loo Parsens, age twenty-six.”
