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"What happened was this buddy, Joey Stokes, told me 'bout this deal he had going on up in Buffalo. Word was up there was some armored car making fat runs every Saturday, picking up receipts from malls outside of town. Couple of lazy guards. It'd be a milk run.
"Joey and me left on Saturday morning, thinking we'd be back with fifty, sixty thousand each that night." A sad shake of the head. "Oh, man, I don't know what I was doing, listening to that claiming dude. The minute the driver handed over the money, everything went bad. He had this secret alarm we didn't know about. He hit it and next thing there're sirens all over the place.
"We headed south but came to a railroad crossing we hadn't noticed. This freight train was stopped. We turned around and took some roads that weren't on the map and had to go through a field. We got two flats and ran off on foot. The cops caught up with us a half hour later. Joey said let's fight and I said no and called out we were giving up. But Joey got mad and shot me in the leg. The state troopers thought we were shooting at them. That was the attempted murder."
"Crime don't pay," Dellray said, with the intonation, if not the grammar, of the amateur philosopher that he was.
"We were in a holding cell for a week, ten days 'fore they let me make a phone call. I couldn't call Venus anyway; our phone'd been shut off. My lawyer was some Legal Aid kid who didn't do shit for me. I called some friends but nobody could find Venus or Geneva. They'd been kicked out of our apartment.
"I wrote letters from prison. They kept coming back. I called everybody I could think of. I wanted to find her so bad! Geneva's mother and me lost a baby a while ago. And then I lost Geneva when I went into the system. I wanted my family back.
"After I got released I came here to look for her. Even spent what paper I had on this old computer to see if I could find her on the Internet or something. But I didn't have any luck. All I heard was Venus was dead and Geneva was gone. It's easy to fall through the cracks in Harlem. I couldn't find my aunt either, who they stayed with some. Then yesterday morning this woman I know from the old days, works in Midtown, saw this hubbub at that black museum, some girl getting attacked and heard her name was Geneva and she was sixteen and lived in Harlem. She knew I was looking for my girl and called. I got myself hooked up with this claimer hangs out Uptown and he checked out the schools yesterday. Found out she went to Langston Hughes High. I went there to find her."
"When they spotted you," Sellitto said. "By the school yard."
"That's right. I was there. When y'all came after me I took off. But I went back and found out from this kid where she lived, over in West Harlem, by Morningside. I went there today, was going to leave the books but I saw you put her in a car and take off." He nodded at Bell.
The detective frowned. "You were pushing a cart."
"I was fronting that, yeah. I got a cab and followed y'all here."
"With a gun," Bell pointed out.
He snapped, "Somebody'd tried to hurt my little girl! Hells yeah, I got myself that piece. I wasn't going to let anything happen to her."
"You use it?" Rhyme asked. "The weapon?"
"No."
"We're going to test it."
"All I did was pull it out and scare that asshole kid told me where Geneva lived, boy name of Kevin, who was speaking bad about my girl. Worst that happened to him was he peed his pants when I pointed it at him . . . which he deserved. But that's all I did--'side from busting him up some. You can track him down and ask him."
"What's her name, the woman who called you yesterday?"
"Betty Carlson. She works next to the museum." He nodded at his phone. "Her number's on the incoming-call list. Seven-one-eight--that's the area code."
Sellitto took the man's mobile and stepped into the hallway.
"What about your family in Chicago?"
"My what?" He frowned.
"Geneva's mother said you moved to Chicago with somebody, married her," Sachs explained.
Jax closed his eyes in disgust. "No, no . . . That was a lie. I never even been to Chicago. Venus must've told her that to poison the girl against me . . . . That woman, why'd I ever fall in love with her?"
Then Rhyme glanced at Cooper. "Call DOC."
"No, no, please," Jax said, his face desperate. "They'll violate me back. I can't be outside twenty-five miles of Buffalo. I asked permission to leave the jurisdiction twice and both times they denied it. I came anyway."
Cooper considered this. "I can run him through the general DOC database. It'll look routine. The P.O.'s won't see it."
Rhyme nodded. A moment later a picture of Alonzo Jackson and his record popped up on the screen. Cooper read it. "Confirms what he said. Good-behavior timely discharge. Got himself some college credits. And there's reference to a daughter, Geneva Settle, as next of kin."
"Thank you for that," Jax said, relieved.
"What's with the books?"
