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Chapter12
IT WASN’T MUCH.
Decker was at police headquarters staring at it. The duffel held a few items of clothing. A bus ticket for Hawkins’s ride from prison. A wallet with some cash. Some paperwork from the prison that Hawkins had drawn graffiti over.
There was a dog-eared paperback book by a writer Decker had never heard of. It had a garish cover of a man holding a knife against a scantily clad woman’s throat. It was straight out of a Mickey Spillane yarn from the 1950s, he thought.
There was also a photo in the wallet of Hawkins’s daughter, Mitzi.
Her last name was now Gardiner, Lancaster had found out. She lived in Trammel, Ohio, about a two-hour car ride from Burlington. She’d been in her late twenties when her father went to prison. Lancaster had also learned that she was now married and the mother of a six-year-old boy.
The picture of Mitzi was from when she’d been in elementary school. Decker knew it was her because Hawkins had written his daughter’s name and age on the back of the photo. And Hawkins had written there, “Daddy’s Little Star.” That might be the reason Hawkins had the star tat on his arm. The photo obviously represented far happier times for the Hawkins family. Mitzi looked bright and innocent, all cheeks and smiles, as kids did at that age.
And then the dream had shattered. She had grown up to be a drug addict and petty criminal to finance her habit. She’d done short stints in jail, and longer ones in rehab. The little girl with the limitless future was no more.
Yet apparently she had finally gotten her life together.
Good for you, thought Decker. But he also knew that he would have to talk to her. Her father might have gotten in touch with her after being released from prison.
Lancaster walked in and looked at the pile of items on the table.
“Nothing?”
Decker shook his head. “Got a question.”
“Okay.”
Lancaster sat down and popped a stick of gum into her mouth.
“Stick to the gum and quit the smokes,” advised Decker.
Her lips pursed. “ThanksDr.Decker. So what’s your question?”
“Who called it in?”
“What?”
“Who called in the disturbance at the Richardses’ house that night?”
“You know we never found out the answer to that.”
“Well, I think we need to find it out now.”
“How?” she said incredulously. “It’s been too long.”
“At the time, I read the transcript of the call and listened to the recording as well. The caller was a female. She said she’d heard a disturbance at the house. The cops were sent out and arrived shortly thereafter. Then so did we once the homicides were confirmed.”
“That we know.”
“But how did the caller know there was a disturbance? The call didn’t come from the landlines at the neighboring homes. It didn’t come from any traceable cell phone. So where?”
“I guess we weren’t too focused on that. We just thought it was a Good Samaritan passing by.”
“AconvenientSamaritan, anyway. And one who is passing by in a monsoon down a dead-end road? Why go down there unless you lived there?”
Lancaster thought about this for a few moments. “And then once we got there all signs pointed to Hawkins once you found the print.”
Decker nodded because he knew this was true. And it was grating on him beyond belief.
