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“That’s going to be her. That’s got to be.” Revved, Eve jogged her way up the glides. “How the hell are they doing all this with a baby in tow?”
“Jeez, poor baby. Not even a year old.”
Eve yanked out her ’link again, contacted Carmichael. “Ask the mother if she knows about a baby. Does she know she’s a grandmother?”
“Holy hell. I’m betting no. Hang loose a minute.”
Eve waited, pushing her way up to Homicide. When Carmichael came back on, Eve could hear the wailing from Oklahoma.
“She didn’t know. I’m going to calm her down again, Dallas, but she didn’t know about a kid, she doesn’t know the woman’s name. She only knows Darryl told her he was in love – had met his soul mate. Called her his Juliet, but he was into the Shakespeare thing, star-crossed lovers, Romeo, and all that. This was during visitation in prison.”
“Settle her down, work her some more. You and Santiago hang there until I get back to you. You may be out there a little longer.”
“Then I’m buying some damn cowboy boots.”
“If you buy pink ones, I’ll hurt you, Carmichael. Work the mother. She may know more than she thinks she knows. Peabody.”
Peabody read off her PPC. “Parsens, Ella-Loo, born Elk City, Oklahoma. Couple of pops for possession, low-rent stuff. No marriages, no cohabs on record. Lots of short employment history, with the last one picking up in January of ’58 through last August – her longest on record. A bar called Ringo’s, McAlester, Oklahoma. That’s where the prison is, Dallas. The Oklahoma pen.”
“Wanted to be near her man, waited for him. Close to four years – that’s devoted. Go back over the employment.”
“The next is short-term. March to July, 2057, the Rope ’N Ride, Dry Creek, Oklahoma.”
“And Darryl boosted Hanks’s truck, stole the cash, the tools, the knife in July, set out from there, and you bet your ass into the Rope ’N Ride in Dry Creek.”
She stepped into Homicide, held a hand up to stop anyone from asking her anything, and tagged Santiago again.
“NYPSD West,” he answered.
“Ha. Wrap it up there, asap, and head to someplace called Dry Creek.”
“Ah, man.”
“A bar called the Rope ’N Ride. Show the photos, Santiago. Get everything you can get on Ella-Loo Parsens – she worked there – and James. From there, it’s Elk City and Parsens’s mother.”
“Janelyn,” Peabody provided when Eve turned to her.
“Janelyn. Peabody’ll send you the data. Last stop, as of now, is McAlester. Talk to the warden at the prison, and check out a bar called Ringo’s where Parsens worked while James was in a cage. See who knows what. I’m going to bag these two, Santiago, and what you and Carmichael pull out of Oklahoma’s going to sew them up tight.”
“Light a candle for me, LT.”
“What?”
“I lost a bet with Carmichael, and she gets to drive. The speeds you can get up to out here? She’s pretty damn scary.”
“But you’ll get there fast. I know when you know, Santiago. It’s busting wide now.”
“We’ll bang the hammer here. NYPSD West, out.”
“Peabody, get them all the data they’ll need. Anybody has anything for me that can’t wait, say it now,” she told the room at large. “Otherwise, I need ten.”
She gave it five seconds, turned and went into her office. Shut the door. After tossing her coat aside, sat down and wrote everything up.
Updated her board with all the fresh data.
Sat down again, put her feet on the desk, and let herself think.
A guy walks into a bar, she thought, only there was no lame punch line to this one.
