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bell downstairs had been JF/SM.
    â€œFranklin. Judith, I think. I run into her sometimes. Dark-haired woman, kind of nice-looking. What she wants with a leech like him, I’ve never been able to figure out.”
    â€œIsn’t Sal working?”
    â€œWho knows? He moves in, he moves out. He shouts at her, she cries. What kind of a life is that? She should find herself a nice man and get married. It’s not so bad. I did it for forty-three years.”
    â€œWell, thanks for your time.” She nodded and went to the stairs, hearing the door close and lock before she was down one step.
    â€œI heard it,” Defino said when she joined him on the lower floor. “We better see if he has a parole officer, find out where he spends his time when he’s not here.”
    â€œI’ll come back tonight and talk to Judith. MacHovec can get me a phone number.”
    â€œI’d like to know how long this mutt’s been living here. It’s far enough away from where Anthony was found that they wouldn’t have canvassed this block.”
    They went back to Centre Street, and Defino typed up the proposal, a twenty-minute job. They made copies and went over to McElroy’s office.
    The second whip was on the phone, but waved them in. He said, “Yeah,” a lot of times, then hung up. “I see you’re on the Micah Anthony case.”
    Jane led off. “Lieutenant, we’ve got some ideas. Got time to listen?”
    â€œSure.”
    She gave him a copy of their miniproposal and started her spiel.
    Built like a rectangular chunk of stone, McElroy listened, barely nodding. Then he glanced down at the sheet of paper. He didn’t look happy, but didn’t look ready to explode either. “Randolph’s in Rikers?” he said finally.
    â€œYeah,” Defino said. “Just got collared a week or two ago. They’re holding him in the Bing, so they know who he is.”
    â€œSure, go see him. I’ll run this by Inspector Graves. I don’t know what he’ll say but it’s worth a try.”
    â€œThere’s something else,” Jane said. She told him about Manelli and Minetta Street.
    â€œMinetta. Wasn’t Anthony found on Waverly?” It was the kind of information anyone who’d been on the job for ten years would know automatically.
    â€œYeah,” they both said.
    â€œTen years of investigators couldn’t have slipped up on something like that.”
    â€œHe may not have been there ten years ago, or even five,” Jane said. “The man across the hall said the woman had been there forever, not Manelli. MacHovec’s getting her number. I’ll call and go over tonight.”
    â€œOK, do that. We better talk about this in the morning.”
    â€œWe’re going to Rikers in the morning, Loot,” Defino said.
    â€œOK, go see Randolph. We’ll talk when you get back.”
    Jane called the number for Judith Franklin six times that night and got nothing, not even an answering machine. From the tone of her conversation with the neighbor, she was pretty sure he hadn’t waylaid Franklin when she came home and told her a woman had been looking for Sal. Jane hadn’t shown her shield, so he had no way of knowing who she was.

4
    RIKERS WAS AN island. Special buses ran to and from the jail, some carrying visitors and some prisoners who had just been freed, dropping them in Queens, where they could buy a doughnut and pick up a city bus. Visitors were cautioned when they arrived at Rikers to leave narcotics and weapons on their seats before exiting. A large number of them did so.
    Defino arrived at just about eight and they drove to the parking lot at the bridge to Rikers. No unauthorized vehicles were allowed on the island, and no one was allowed to walk from building to building. Anyone seen walking was presumed to be an escaped inmate. They hopped on a bus for the short trip across the bridge.
    Rikers Island