Eyes of Prey

there’s a little controversy between me and the department. Good guy, bad guy, the department being the bad guy. That’ll get us better play, and the other stations will come after it, and the papers . . .”
    They’d talked about the possibility that Loverboy was still alive, but Daniel was skeptical. “You really think he’s still out there?”
    Lucas’ forehead wrinkled. “Yeah. I know there are some problems with that—like, why was George killed and dumped if he wasn’t the lover? I can’t figure that out. I mean, he should have been her lover. They knew each other, they were the right age for each other . . . . I don’t know . . . . By the way, has Shearson got anything on this shrink he was looking at? Stephanie’s other friend?”
    “He thinks there’s something.”
    “He ain’t exactly the sharpest knife in the dishwasher . . . .”
    “Hey, he’s okay,” Daniel said mildly. “You don’t like him because he wears better suits than you do.”
    “Yeah, but with golf shirts . . .”
    “Look,” Daniel said. “We know that Bekker didn’t kill either George or his wife, not in person . . . .”
    “Yeah. And I was sure that he set me up as an alibi on George, but now . . . God damn it, this thing is getting on top of me. And Loverboy’s the key. If he’s still out there, I want to get to him. Maybe I can make some kind of appeal. Or drop a hint that I’m closing in on him, and that he’d be better off talking to me now—that if he doesn’t come in, we’ll find him anyway and pack him off to Stillwater on a charge of accessory to first-degree murder.”
    “I don’t know,” Daniel said. He rubbed his developing five-o’clock-shadow fuzz with the back of his fingers. “My inclination is not to do that.”
    “Your inclination?”
    “Yeah. That’s my inclination. But you’re an adult. Yourass is in your own hands,” Daniel said. Lucas nodded. Daniel was in politics. If Lucas went public and was wrong, Daniel had planted a little ambiguity around the decision process.
    “Okay,” Lucas said. “And you can tell the mayor we’re watching a guy and hustling after Loverboy . . . .”
    “He’s no dummy, the mayor,” Daniel said.
    “Yeah, I know, but all he wants is something to feed to the sharks, and that’s something.”
    “Good enough. I’ll get Anderson to pull some guys for a surveillance team and we’ll get on Bekker by tonight.”
     
    Lucas stopped at Intelligence, gave the duty officer the address of Terry Meller’s TV warehouse, went to his office and called Carly Bancroft, then talked to the department artist and got a quick sketch done. A half-hour later, he met Bancroft at a Dairy Queen in the Skyway.
    “I’ve got another piece of story for you,” he said, nibbling around the edge of his chocolate-dipped cone. “Some of it’s points for me—you’d owe me more—but some of it’s part of your paycheck. Call it a wash. But I want to get it on the air.”
    “Let’s hear it,” she said.
    “Everybody’s assuming that Philip George was Mrs. Bekker’s lover and the killer took him out to protect himself.”
    “Yeah, that’s what we’re saying,” she said.
    “I don’t think that’s right. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s wrong,” Lucas said. “I think the guy’s still out there. The Loverboy.”
    She took a lick of her vanilla softie and nodded. “That’s an okay story if we can put your name on it. What else?”
    “You’ve got to hint that I’m closing in on the guy—that I’m talking to people and that I’ve got an identikit picture I’m showing around. I’ll show it to somebody you can interview, and they’ll know they’re supposed to talk to you. They’ll describe the guy for you, but I’ll refuse to show you the picture.”
    “That’s all fine. What’s the payoff part?”
    “I want you to report it as though you got it from a third source. You must use my name, but you can’t quote me directly and you can’t say I’m the source of the story. You have to say that I’ve refused comment . . . .”
    “That’s lying,” she said.
    “Right. Lying,” Lucas agreed. “You have to indicate that you got the story from a secret source in the department, but definitely not me. Suggest that there’s an interdepartmental difference of opinion and I’ve been ordered to keep my mouth shut. And then you’ve got to do a little background on me, say that Davenport has secret sources that not