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Dan’s skin prickled. “The DFF group, right? What did I tell you?” He grinned. “What was that you were saying about not getting carried away looking for more coincidences?”
“When you’ve finished patting yourself on the back…. Just because Reynolds worked for the same company who constructed the tunnel, that doesn’t mean he was working on it when she disappeared.” He held up his hand. “But I’ll check his tax records too. You never know, right?” Gary resumed reading his notes. “He’s got a history of arrests for violence. He also spent time in prison. Repeat offender.”
“So how do we find him? Where’s he working? If he does work.”
“He’s only fifty-seven, so let’s assume he’s got a job. Something else we can find out from his tax records. Leave it with me. And in the meantime, there’s something I’d like you to do.”
“Pour you a coffee? Give you a head rub, shoulder massage….” Dan bit his lip. “Unless you’ve got something else you’d like massaged.”
Maybe it was the fact that Dan hadn’t been intimate with anyone for a long time, but something in Gary brought out the wicked streak in him.
Dan was starting to like it.
“Down, boy. What I wantyouto do is search social media—Facebook, Instagram, Twitter—and see if Reynolds is out there, and if so, what he’s saying.”
Dan sat at the other desk, the coffee forgotten. It didn’t take him long to come up with a couple of people who could possibly be their man, and when he narrowed it down to one, he shivered.
“I don’t like this guy,” he muttered.
“Is that your intuition talking, or what you see on the screen?”
“A bit of both, I suspect. Oh yes, we need to speak with Mr. Reynolds.”
“I’ve found his current place of work.” Gary glanced at the monitor. “He’s the building supervisor in an apartment block overlooking the harbor. Remember that fancy place we went to on Liberty Drive? It’s the apartment block next to it.”
Dan frowned. “That was a pretty swanky neighborhood. How did someone with a criminal record end up with a job there?”
“Maybe friends in high places—or low ones—with a lot of influence.”
Dan stilled. “What have you found?”
“According to his tax records, between 1991 and 1993, he was employed by a construction company.” His gaze met Dan’s. “The same company that was building a certain tunnel in August 1992.”
That prickling sensation was back. “When you factor in whatI’vejust found, it all adds up to one conclusion.”
“Which is?”
“We’re paying Mr. Reynolds a visit tomorrow.”
Gary smiled. “On a Saturday? You’re keen.”
He expelled a breath. “Yes, I am. I’m keen to find something to tell Pete Raskin. Because he’s counting on us.”
Saturday July 14, 2018
GARY PARKEDthe car in a guest parking space and switched off the engine. He peered at the apartment building. “He might not want to talk to us.”
“If he proves reluctant, then….” Dan shrugged.
“Then you do your thing?”
“Just don’t let himknowI’m doing my thing. Unless he recognizes me, of course.” Dan pushed out a low grumble. “Thanks, Lewis.”
Gary gazed at him in surprise. It was the first time Dan had mentioned Gary’s former coworker in weeks. Gary could understand that. Dan had been instrumental in Lewis’s departure from the police department. Lewis had also been the one to give the media details about Dan’s involvement with Boston PD, putting him directly into the path of a serial killer. For a couple of weeks, Dan had been page one news.
All he wanted to do was help the police and stay out of the spotlight.
“How about I do most of the talking?” Gary suggested.
