sound about it. No wonder Faye and Centrello hunted cultists.
After a jaw-cracking yawn, Garreth glanced down at his watch and was shocked to find it almost three o’clock. At least he would not notice the emptiness of the apartment now. He would be lucky to reach the bedroom before he collapsed.
9
Every eye in the squad room turned on Garreth as he tried to sneak in. From the middle of the meeting, Serruto said, “Nice of you to join us this morning, Inspector.”
Garreth sighed. He had already gotten the same dry comment from John Leyva as he breezed by the counter in the outer office. “Sorry. A potential witness wouldn’t stop talking. Have I missed much?”
“ The overnight action. Takananda can fill you in on that later. You’ve identified the Mission Street shooter. Anything more on him yet?”
“ On my way in this morning I rattled some cages close to him,” Garreth said. “We’ll see what that produces.”
“ So we’re just waiting to collar him, right? How about the floater?”
Garreth let Harry answer while he tried not to yawn. Despite the hour he fell into bed, sunrise woke him as usual.
“ I’ve been awake since five-thirty,” he told Harry after the meeting broke up. “So I went to work, rattling cages, like I said.” He poured himself a cup of coffee. Do your stuff, caffeine . “Are those the lab and autopsy reports?”
Harry tossed them at Garreth. In return, Garreth handed over the Adair file from his desk. “Read that. I finally remembered where I saw a bruise like Mossman’s before.”
The lab and autopsy reports told Garreth nothing new. No bloodstains on the clothes, confirming that Mossman did not have his throat cut on the street. However, soiling which analyzed as a mixture of dirt, residue of asphalt, vulcanized rubber, and motor oil suggested Mossman had gone to the bay in the trunk of a car. No surprise there. The autopsy report merely made official what Garreth saw yesterday. Analysis of the stomach contents found a high percentage of alcohol, as he expected.
He glanced at Harry, who sat frowning at the Adair file. “What do you think?”
Harry looked up. “I think we’d better get with Faye and Centrello.”
They made it a five-man meeting in Serruto’s office.
With both files in front of him, Serruto said, “I see the similarities.” He looked over at Harry and Garreth. “Do you want to pool resources with Faye and Centrello?”
Harry said, “I thought I’d give them a chance to take over the case if they want it, since the Adair thing was theirs.”
Centrello grimaced. “I don’t want it. You two play with the cult crazies for a while. I’ll be glad to give you anything I know that isn’t in the reports, and if you solve it, the glory is all yours.”
Faye looked less certain, but did not contradict his partner. Serruto frowned at the Adair file. “Are you thinking cults on the Mossman thing, too, Harry?”
“ It’s worth checking out.”
“ Don’t get too tied into it; it didn’t solve the Adair killing.”
“ Words of wisdom,” Harry said as they left Serruto’s office.
“ You know, both men had alcohol in their stomachs, so they were drinking not long before they died.” Garreth pursed his lips. “I wonder if they drank in the same place?”
Harry put on his coat. “Adair went to North Beach. When you call the cab companies, check for North Beach destinations on those trip logs.”
Garreth nodded. “Which is going to turn out to be dozens. All the visitors want to experience our night life.”
Harry grinned and slapped Garreth’s shoulder. “You’ll sort them out. That’s detective work, Mik-san. Think about me, trying to find someone who knows where Mossman went. I can’t believe he didn’t mention something to someone.”
A thought struck Garreth. He frowned at Harry. “You talked to quite a few people?”
“ It seemed like hundreds.”
“ And no one knew a thing. Maybe he didn’t want people to
After a jaw-cracking yawn, Garreth glanced down at his watch and was shocked to find it almost three o’clock. At least he would not notice the emptiness of the apartment now. He would be lucky to reach the bedroom before he collapsed.
9
Every eye in the squad room turned on Garreth as he tried to sneak in. From the middle of the meeting, Serruto said, “Nice of you to join us this morning, Inspector.”
Garreth sighed. He had already gotten the same dry comment from John Leyva as he breezed by the counter in the outer office. “Sorry. A potential witness wouldn’t stop talking. Have I missed much?”
“ The overnight action. Takananda can fill you in on that later. You’ve identified the Mission Street shooter. Anything more on him yet?”
“ On my way in this morning I rattled some cages close to him,” Garreth said. “We’ll see what that produces.”
“ So we’re just waiting to collar him, right? How about the floater?”
Garreth let Harry answer while he tried not to yawn. Despite the hour he fell into bed, sunrise woke him as usual.
“ I’ve been awake since five-thirty,” he told Harry after the meeting broke up. “So I went to work, rattling cages, like I said.” He poured himself a cup of coffee. Do your stuff, caffeine . “Are those the lab and autopsy reports?”
Harry tossed them at Garreth. In return, Garreth handed over the Adair file from his desk. “Read that. I finally remembered where I saw a bruise like Mossman’s before.”
The lab and autopsy reports told Garreth nothing new. No bloodstains on the clothes, confirming that Mossman did not have his throat cut on the street. However, soiling which analyzed as a mixture of dirt, residue of asphalt, vulcanized rubber, and motor oil suggested Mossman had gone to the bay in the trunk of a car. No surprise there. The autopsy report merely made official what Garreth saw yesterday. Analysis of the stomach contents found a high percentage of alcohol, as he expected.
He glanced at Harry, who sat frowning at the Adair file. “What do you think?”
Harry looked up. “I think we’d better get with Faye and Centrello.”
They made it a five-man meeting in Serruto’s office.
With both files in front of him, Serruto said, “I see the similarities.” He looked over at Harry and Garreth. “Do you want to pool resources with Faye and Centrello?”
Harry said, “I thought I’d give them a chance to take over the case if they want it, since the Adair thing was theirs.”
Centrello grimaced. “I don’t want it. You two play with the cult crazies for a while. I’ll be glad to give you anything I know that isn’t in the reports, and if you solve it, the glory is all yours.”
Faye looked less certain, but did not contradict his partner. Serruto frowned at the Adair file. “Are you thinking cults on the Mossman thing, too, Harry?”
“ It’s worth checking out.”
“ Don’t get too tied into it; it didn’t solve the Adair killing.”
“ Words of wisdom,” Harry said as they left Serruto’s office.
“ You know, both men had alcohol in their stomachs, so they were drinking not long before they died.” Garreth pursed his lips. “I wonder if they drank in the same place?”
Harry put on his coat. “Adair went to North Beach. When you call the cab companies, check for North Beach destinations on those trip logs.”
Garreth nodded. “Which is going to turn out to be dozens. All the visitors want to experience our night life.”
Harry grinned and slapped Garreth’s shoulder. “You’ll sort them out. That’s detective work, Mik-san. Think about me, trying to find someone who knows where Mossman went. I can’t believe he didn’t mention something to someone.”
A thought struck Garreth. He frowned at Harry. “You talked to quite a few people?”
“ It seemed like hundreds.”
“ And no one knew a thing. Maybe he didn’t want people to
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