Faye Kellerman - Double Homicide

“Local boy made good,” McCain said.

Sarcasm in his voice, but McCallum missed or chose to ignore it. “I call it giving back to a community that believed in me.”

“Good for you, sir,” said McCain.

Dorothy kicked him in the shins.

McCallum said, “What can you tell me about the status of the investigation? Have you arrested that animal?”

“What animal?” McCain asked.

“You know as well as I know. The boy is a thug. He deserves to be behind bars for what he did.”

“Who are you talking about?” McCain said.

“We’re not trying to be… evasive,” Dorothy said. “We just want to know if we’re all on the same page.”

“Like maybe you know something that we don’t know?” Micky added.

McCallum’s eyes turned hard. He folded his hands, set them on his shiny desktop, and leaned forward. “The school is in mourning over a terrible loss. As a matter of fact, the entire city is in crisis. Have you read the morning newspapers?”

“I’ll go you one better,” McCain said. “I talked to the stringers last night.”

“Then you understand the mayhem I’ve been dealing with. I’ve been on the phone with Ellen Van Beest all morning, and in between I’ve been fielding calls from the chief of police, the mayor, and the governor. From what I understand, the legislature’s preparing to order a special session investigating athletes and violence. That’s especially irritating because it’s all a crock !”

“Violence is a crock?” Dorothy asked.

“Of course not. But the canard linking sports to aggression, the nonsense about nightclubs being battlefields, is simply overblown rubbish! A tragedy occurs, and in typical fashion the media blow it way out of proportion. Then the officials start quaking, worrying that parents will stop sending their kids to Boston. All because of a once-in-a-blue-moon aberration.”

“Once in a blue moon?” McCain asked.

“When was the last time you heard of an athlete shot at a club?”

“Paul Pierce getting knifed don’t count?”

“That was five years ago,” said McCallum. “Last I heard, the man recovered fully. He’s an all-star, for God’s sake. So let’s not be diverted by yesterday’s news.” His jaw clenched. “My scheduling is very tight. Is there anything specific I can do for you?”

“As a matter of fact…” Dorothy handed McCallum the triplicate paperwork given to her by Violet Smaltz. “We need Julius Van Beest’s medical records and would like you to facilitate that.”

“What is this?” McCallum asked.

“Red tape,” McCain said. “From your health center.”

McCallum scanned the documents and made a face. “Why do you need Julius’s medical records?”

“Just being thorough, sir,” Dorothy said.

“Who wants to see them?” McCallum asked.

“The medical examiner.”

“For what purpose?”

“Being thorough,” Dorothy repeated.

McCallum shook his head. “It’s not my call, Detective. If the ME wants to see the records, let him make a formal request. That’s standard procedure.”

“Yeah, we know that,” McCain said. “But being as this is a homicide investigation and everyone is anxious for it to be settled up quickly, we were just wondering if you could help us out.”

Dorothy said, “You know how it is, sir. The newspapers are hungry for information, and we’d love to tell them Boston Ferris is cooperating thoroughly in every aspect of the investigation.”

“We are cooperating thoroughly,” said McCallum. “Put in the proper paperwork and you’ll have the records.”

Neither detective moved.

McCallum sighed disgustedly. “All right. All right. I’ll make a phone call.” He patted the paperwork. “Even though this is not appropriate procedure.”

“Thank you very much, sir,” Dorothy said. “We really appreciate it.”

“It benefits everyone,” McCain added.

“Yeah, yeah.” McCallum picked up the phone. “You don’t know what a favor I’m doing for you. To add to my current misery, I now have to deal with Violet Smaltz!”

“In tune with working stiffs‘!” McCain grumbled under his breath as he started the car. “What an asshole!”

Dorothy held aloft a manila envelope. It held Julius Van Beest’s most recent X-ray taken for Boston Ferris. “He got us what we wanted.”

“Y’know, if you’re a snob, be honest and act like one.” He turned the heater up full blast. “Then we’d all know what we were dealing with.”

“This is Boston. You should be used to it by now,” Dorothy said. “First it was the Brahmins. Now it’s the universities. We serve and protect in the land of pretentious eggheads.”

McCain’s cell rang. He fished it from his pocket and flipped open the lid. “McCain… That’s wonderful, Mrs. Mathers, just great. I’d like to- Yes… Yes… Yes… I understand, Mrs. Mathers, but she’s a material witness- Yes… Yes, I see. Can we maybe come down and just talk to you for a few minutes? I promise you, we’ll be discreet- Hello?” He blew out air. “She hung up on me.”

“Who did?”

“Rayella Mathers. Her daughter, Spring, is alive and well and at an undisclosed location, quote unquote, calming down her nerves.”

“Scared.”

“Who wouldn’t be scared of that thug?”

“Now, what thug are we talking about?” Dorothy kidded.

McCain smiled and thought a moment. “I need you to come with me to the Mathers house. You gotta convince the missus to let us know where Spring is.”

“You want me to talk to her as one black woman to another.”

“As one strong, brave black mother to another. How about we drop Julius’s X-ray at the morgue and catch up with the doc later. We need to get to Spring before Pappy does.”

Dorothy said, “He couldn’t be that stup- Never mind. Let’s go.”

It didn’t take too much prodding from Dorothy to convince Rayella Mathers to give them her daughter’s “secret” whereabouts. Distant cousin’s apartment in Rox-bury, another shared-house situation.

But it took a great deal of prodding from Dorothy to convince Rayella not to warn her daughter that the police were coming. They didn’t want the girl to bolt.

As soon as they got to the place, the detectives worked on their strategy. They were pretty damn sure that Spring wasn’t going to open the door on her own, and neither one of them had the paperwork to order her to do so. After some discussion, they decided on Dorothy doing her best imitation of Rayella while standing just out of peephole range.

Spring Mathers opened the door, saw strangers, and shrank back in terror. She almost succeeded in slamming the door in their faces, but McCain was too quick with his shoulder. “Just a few minutes, Spring.” He pushed his way inside and showed her his gold shield. “I swear we’re here to make your life easier.”

“Then get yo‘ funky ass the hell outta here! Get out! Get out !”

She was loud, but Dorothy was louder. “If we found you, girl, you think it’s gonna be all that hard for Pappy to do the same? Now, you just calm yourself down and thank Jesus that we got here before he did!”

The words clicked in Spring’s frightened brain. She took two steps backward, then folded her arms across her chest. No wonder Julius had his sights set on her. She was a knockout: creamy mocha skin, round wide eyes, luscious thick red lips, perfect cheekbones. Slim but busty with a perfect high-water booty. Even in Dorothy’s thin days, she’d never had a figure like that.

“What do you want?” This time Spring’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“We want to put Pappy Delveccio behind bars. Isn’t that what you want as well?”