Beyond Recognition by Ridley Pearson

Author:Ridley Pearson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hyperion

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Boldt had not stopped thinking about the runaway boy who had called in the homicide. He had been distracted, first by Bear’s discovery of the Monopoly piece, then by the arsonist’s targeting of his home, but each time he climbed into his car and drove the streets, he thought of the boy.

He was reminded of him again when Dixie’s preliminary report on the crime scene arrived on Boldt’s desk. A body discovered in a crawl space was not an everyday occurrence. The papers had run the story; a radio show had somehow gotten hold of the boy’s 911 call and played it. There was an outcry from a domestic abuse group that too many women disappeared and too few of the disappearances were investigated thoroughly. The group, jumping to conclusions ahead of the medical examiner’s report, pointed to the fact that the woman victim had been found in the crawl space of her own home.

The lead detective was typically present at an autopsy, but Dixie requested that Boldt attend as well since the investigation was being conducted by his squad. A press conference was anticipated; Dixie wanted a senior cop present.

When Tina Zyslanski showed up at the door to Homicide requesting Boldt, he agreed to an impromptu meeting despite his schedule, not because Zyslanski was a Community Service Officer but because the woman she was with, Susan Prescott, worked for Human Services and wanted to discuss the “crawl space murder,” as Zyslanski put it. The boy! Boldt thought.

He walked them down to the conference room, Zyslanski making small talk along the way. She was an anorexic-looking woman with thin, lifeless hair and a nervous disposition. She hadn’t seen the sun in too long; her skin was jaundiced and onionskin thin. Susan Prescott was a cream-color black, broad-shouldered and slight-chested, hourglass waist and legs to the ceiling. She wore large gold hoop earrings that nearly touched her shoulders and walked like a woman who had worked the fashion ramps. She held her chin high, her neck stretched. She carried an air of indifference and alarming self-confidence. Boldt kept his eye on her. He held a chair for her as she sat.

She thanked him and said, “It’s my job to do everything I can to find this boy, the one who called in the nine-eleven. It’s your job to sort out the evidence. My hope is that maybe that evidence will point to where we might find the boy. I understand that he’s a possible homicide witness and that’s fine. I want him because he’s likely to be traumatized, alone and scared. Every day he is outside of adult supervision is another chance he’ll be swallowed by this city. The homeless. The child pornography rings. Drugs.” She leaned on the word. “We would like to avoid that at all costs.”

“I have a son, Ms. Prescott. I’m as anxious about this as you are.”

“Then perhaps you will allow me into the home,” she said, in a tone that sounded like a complaint.

Zyslanski explained. “The home is sealed with police tape and warnings.

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