Buried Prey

case had involved teacher-student sexual contact, a teacher named Lewis and a seventeen-year-old girl named Pelletson, but Del said, “Uh, we’ve got a problem, Houston.”
    He tapped a line in the personnel file: Lewis was fifty-three at the time of the contact.
    Lucas said, “Dirty old man,” and, to the school principal, “Thank you for your cooperation.”
     
     
    MARCY CALLED as they were heading to Minneapolis. Lucas told her about Sandy finding the case involving Kelly Barker. “So I ran over there last night and talked to her, and I’ll tell you what—I think she was attacked by the same guy.”
    “By the guy you say set up Scrape.”
    “That’s right,” Lucas said.
    “Okay. Thanks for the call,” Marcy said. “I’ll have somebody run down and check.” She sounded bored.
    “Anything more on who lived in the house?”
    “Not at the moment,” she said. “We’ve got a name for somebody who lived next door, but we haven’t gotten to her yet. She moved out to Fargo.”
    “Let me know,” Lucas said.
    “What’s happening with them?” Del asked, when Lucas rang off.
    “Ah, they’re dead in the water,” Lucas said. “Marcy’s just not much interested yet.”
    “She’s usually a go-getter.”
    “She’s not a believer—doesn’t believe this is going to turn into anything except another pain in the ass. What she really likes is a nice run-and-shoot murder where she can put on a vest and smoke somebody out of a basement.”
    After a minute, Del said, “Well, that is pretty fun.”
    “Well, yeah.”
     
     
    THE THIRD SCHOOL CASE, in Minneapolis, involved teacher-student, male-female contact again, but the teacher was black.
    “That doesn’t help,” Lucas said.
    They stopped at a McDonald’s for a quick lunch, got back to the office in the middle of the afternoon, just as Todd and Kelly Barker walked out the front door. “You do the Identi-Kit?” Lucas asked.
    “Just got done—it’s a lot better than it used to be,” she said. She handed Lucas a printout of the reconstruction. He looked at it, passed it to Del, and said, “We need to dig up the people who met Fell, way back when, and show them this—I hope somebody’s still alive.”
    “Well, we are,” Del said, handing the picture back to Kelly. “Must be some more. Maybe those hookers. They were pretty young. You still got their names?”
    “Gotta be in my reports from back then,” Lucas said.
    “You comfortable asking Minneapolis for that?”
    “Man’s gotta do . . .” Lucas said. He turned back to the Barkers. “Whatever happened to the TV thing? You talk to your agent?”
    “We’re waiting to hear back,” Kelly said. “I think it’s gonna fly, especially with this.” She flapped the computer likeness at them. “And especially now because of the Joneses.”
    “We’re not sure of that connection yet,” Lucas said.
    “All possibilities should be examined,” Kelly Barker said.
     
     
    UP IN LUCAS’S OFFICE, Del asked, “What do you want me to do?”
    “Check the Visa stuff under the John Fell name. We need to find out how he paid the account. If it’s postal money orders, we’re screwed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what it is. But if he had a checking account under the same name, then it gets more interesting. More complicated . . .”
    “He’d have to have an ID for that,” Del said. “Did anyone ever check to see if he went for a driver’s license under that name?”
    “Yeah, we checked at the time, but he didn’t have one,” Lucas said. “I suppose we could look again. But take a close look at how he paid those bills. If he had a checking account, we could probably find out quite a bit just by who he was paying.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Maybe talk to Marcy again,” Lucas said, “And then I’m going home for a nice vegetarian dinner with my wife and kids.”
    “Kill yourself now.”
    “No, no, it’s fine, a nice tofu steak with quince sauce, maybe, some corn,” Lucas said. “Organic applesauce for dessert.”
    “I’m having some pig,” Del said. “I’ll call you and tell you about it.”
    “God bless you,” Lucas said, and Del left.
     
     
    HAD TO DO SOMETHING. Right now.
    On the phone to Marcy: “I’d like to come over and look at the file on the Joneses, if that’s okay with you,” Lucas said.
    “What are you looking for?”
    “My notes. I wrote a couple of reports; I want to see if I can get some names.”
    “You’re really