A Killer Missteps (A Luca Mystery Book 8) by Dan Petrosini

Author:Dan Petrosini [Petrosini, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Even though my pee-pee alarm hadn’t rung, I knew that after three cups of coffee it was time to relieve myself.

“Derrick, I’m heading to the john. Follow up on the DMV records. They promised them yesterday.”

“I’m on it.”

Just before stepping into the hallway, I said, “And give McQuire a shout. See what’s going on with the tail on Jamal. He hasn’t gone anywhere but to pick up food.”

“You got it.”

I slid into a stall and sat. Recently, gently rubbing the long scar that ran across my abdomen was helping to get a flow started. As I tickled the area, I thought about the Evans murder, quickly forcing it out of my head. We had to get the robbery gang first. What did we have?

The woman who pawned McGregor’s watch, and the one who followed Emma Perez into Winn-Dixie were one and the same. The question was, who was she?

Photos of her were distributed to frontline officers in both Collier and Lee Counties. Informers were being leaned on to see if they could identify the woman. But the best shot at finding out who she was would come from the public.

The pictures of the mystery woman were being shared with local newspapers, and we had promises from three TV stations to run the picture with a confidential hotline number. Chester tossed around the idea of offering a reward, but I was able to convince him that, though it was a good idea, it would train the public to help only in exchange for cash, an exceedingly dangerous precedent.

I was always amazed when ordinary citizens would step forward with crucial information. Sometimes it would be a family member who’d put aside their loyalty in order to help. There were good people out there. I just wished there were more of them. If there were, I’d have less anxiety about the world Jessie was going to have to navigate.

Assistance from the public was something I looked forward to. However, I dreaded the scores of calls that would inevitably come in from crackpots and lonely old people.

You would think it would be easy to wade through the leads, focusing on those that sounded credible. No doubt, some could be discarded. There were the habitual callers, people with unsound minds, and psychics, which we’d put aside, but besides those, I’d learned we had to follow every lead.

Washing up, I felt a surge of optimism. There was work to be done, but the seeds had been planted.

Derrick hung up the phone as I walked back in. He said, “Jamal is on the move.”

“Where to?”

“He’s heading north on Forty-One.”

“All right, let’s see where he ends up. What did the DMV say?”

“We’ll have it in ten.”

“Any idea how large a list?”

“They didn’t say.”

Derrick’s phone rang. He answered it and jumped to his feet as he hung up.

“Jamal pulled into a Home Depot parking lot and met up with two other cars there.”

“It could be the gang. Does McQuire know to look out for someone with a limp? And the woman we’re looking for?”

Derrick shrugged as he picked up the phone.

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