Baxter Clare - L.A. Franco 4 - Last Call by Baxter Clare

Author:Baxter Clare [Baxter Clare]
Language: spa
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781931513708
Google: 88emAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1931513708
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2004-06-01T03:00:00+00:00

Frank hears her suck on a cigarette.

"What happened then?"

"He went on and I stayed. Didn't get no fuckin' trick and that pimp nigger never did roll back. Probably went home to his warm bed and slap-pin ' guts."

"Was that the last time you saw him that night?" She must have nodded because Noah says, "I need a verbal response, Tina."

"Yeah. That was the last time."

"What sort of mood was he in the last time you saw him?"

"Like always. Like the lyin' snake he is, somewhere's between charmin' and deadly."

Not the attitude Frank would expect from a man who'd just tossed, or still had to toss, two dead kids. The more Frank hears, the more she discounts McNabb as a primary suspect. She has a moment of regret, guilt even, that she didn't help Noah sooner and harder. She thinks of all the energy and emotion he spent running down dead ends.

On paper McNabb looks like a logical suspect, but his story holds up well after at least three lengthy interrogations. So do the testimonies of the girls, his homes and the bartender. Second, of the little physical evidence there was, none pointed to McNabb. Third, McNabb fits neither her profile nor the FBI's, although the latter was submitted when it was believed the suspect had positioned the bodies. Frank has since resubmitted the case data and is anxious to see if VICAP's new profile corresponds to hers. At any rate, barring a confession or a witness stepping forward, she has nothing on McNabb to present to a grand jury.

But like Noah, she will beat this horse to death. After a late lunch the next day, Frank heads back to Raymond Street. She hopes to find McNabb's grandmother home and is pleased when the old lady answers her knock. After Frank introduces herself, Mrs. McNabb whispers that she has some friends visiting. Frank promises this won't take long. The old lady is peeved but invites her in.

"I'll just be a minute," she tells her friends as she and Frank pass the living room. Two old women stare at Frank, then start whispering as she passes from sight. Mrs. McNabb pulls a chair almost as tall as she is from the kitchen table. She sits but doesn't offer Frank a seat.

"Mrs. McNabb, you spent a lot of time talking to my partner, Detective Jantzen, about your grandson Reginald and his possible involvement in the deaths of Ladeenia and Trevor Pryce."

The old lady bobs her head so violently Frank half expects it to snap off and roll around on the kitchen floor. She continues with her questions, confirming answers she already has, and retesting the strength of Mrs. McNabb's testimony. At length Mrs. McNabb rises on tiny feet, complaining, "Lieutenant, my friends are out there waiting on me and the God's honest truth is I am just tired of all these suggestions that my grandson is a petit four."

"A petit four." Frank blinks.

"Yes," she says with heat, "or whatever you call those child molesters.

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