Prey 09 - Secret Prey by John Sandford

Author:John Sandford
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 1998-01-12T08:00:00+00:00

SHERRILL WAS SKEPTICAL.

More than skeptical: she was absolutely nasty. ''We got diddly, Lucas. I don't care what the odds are, if it doesn't work in court, it doesn't work. And the goddamn killing is so old that there's no chance of making a case.''

''Helps to know who did it,'' Del said. Sherrill had come in wearing jeans, high-top Nikes, a suede jacket, and a slightly too tight fuzzy white sweater that showed her figure to exceptional advantage. Lucas, Sloan, and Del were resolutely meeting her eyes, though the pressure eventually got to Del and he slumped back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

''C'mon, Del, look at the Cat case,'' Sherrill said. '' Everybody in the office knows George Cat killed his old lady. It doesn't do any good, because we can't prove it. It's gonna be even harder with McDonald, because McDonald has every lawyer in the world.''

''Still helps to know,'' Del muttered.

''Because we think Wilson's done about four of them,'' Lucas said. ''If we can put together a pattern, argue it, and have semiconvincing evidence on one, a jury'll pack him away.''

''So what do you want?'' Sloan asked.

''I want to tear him apart. I want to look him over with a microscope. I want to get a search warrant and pull his house down.''

''Don't think we've got enough for a warrant,'' Del said.

''So let's fuckin' get it,'' Lucas said. ''Sloan, can you break away from the Ericson case for a couple of days?''

''For a while,'' he said.

''Ask Frank. And if he says okay, look at O'Dell again. See if there's any way McDonald could have finessed it to get into the apartment. Del, you look at Arris again. See if there's anything else. Marcy, you take Ingall. I'm going up north again, right away. I want to think about the Kresge thing again. See if I can figure out how he did it. Let's meet again tomorrow at nine o'clock. And I've got my car phone if you need me before then.''

''Why don't you get a real walk-around phone?'' Del asked. ''Everybody else has one.''

'' 'Cause then people would call me up,'' Lucas said. ''And I couldn't say I must've been out.''

Sloan nodded and he and Del left. Sherrill lingered. ''You're going up north?''

''Yeah. I want to talk to--'' His phone rang and he grabbed it, lifting a finger to Sherrill so she'd wait: '' Davenport.''

''Lucas this is Sergeant Ogram over in St. Paul. We talked--''

''Yeah, yeah. What'd you get?''

''I talked to my pal in the FBI and he called down to the fingerprint people and then he called me back: he says it's maybe a hundred to one against having the wrong guy.''

''So we got him.''

''You got him. And listen, that slug fragment's on the way over in a squad. Oughta be there about now.''

''Thanks. See ya.''

Lucas hung up: ''We got him . . . Anyway, I want to go up north and talk to the caretaker and walk the place a little.''

''Okay.'' She turned to go, but she was going slowly.

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