Mind Prey

his daughter. Now, if you shoot Tower’s old lady out of the saddle, and you were getting close, and if there was no daughter around, you’d get a bundle, right?”
    “That’s crazy,” she blurted.
    “And even if you don’t get Tower, you’d get the key-man insurance from the shrink business, right? That’s a bundle all by itself. You could buy a fleet of Porsches with that money alone.”
    “That…” she started, but Loring stuck a warning finger in her face.
    “Shut the fuck up. I’m not done,” he said. “Now we know that you were going out with George Dunn before Andi Manette took him away, and we’ve been having this argument: could that have triggered this off? Is it all because of George Dunn? Are you fucking Andi Manette’s father to get back at Andi Manette because you can’t fuck her husband? There’s a pretty big kettle of psychological stew right there, huh? What’d old Desmond Freud have to say about that, huh?”
    She went cool: “I want a lawyer. I promise you, if you don’t get me a lawyer, none of you will ever again work as police officers. I’m willing to overlook…”
    The door opened behind them, and Sloan stuck his head in: “Lucas. You better come in here.” And to Loring and Del, he said, “Go easy.”
     
    H ELEN M ANETTE WAS slumped in the plastic chair; she’d stopped weeping and was chewing on a fingernail. She had snapped: she had a foxy look on her face, a dealer’s look.
    Lucas said, “What?” and Sloan said, “Miz Manette, tell Chief Davenport what you just told us.”
    “I don’t know anybody like this Mail person,” Helen Manette said. “But I know a boy, a renter in one of my apartments.”
    “Oh, shit,” Lucas said. He turned away, put a hand to his face.
    Sloan said, “Lucas? What?”
    “The goddamn building directory card in Crosby’s building. We both looked at it, and it had that blue bird on it, just like in Andi Manette’s office building.” He looked at Manette. “That’s your management company, isn’t it?”
    “That’s our logo, a royal blue bird, yes,” she nodded brightly.
    “Remember that? We saw it the first day. I didn’t put it together, but I knew there was something…”
    He squatted, looked into Helen Manette’s watery eyes. “So you knew Mail from the apartment building.”
    “I didn’t know who he was. He seemed like a nice boy.”
    “Then why did you call him?” Sloan asked.
    “I didn’t—he called me,” she said. “He said he heard what was going on, and he wanted to say he was sorry and we…talked.”
    Lucas knew she was lying, but right now didn’t care. “You have his phone number?”
    Still bright: “Why, yes, I believe I do. Somewhere. If it’s the same boy. He looks the same.”
    “Can you get it for us?”
    “I believe I could, if I could go back home…”
    Lucas said, “We’ll get you back.” He looked at Franklin. “Take Loring, put her in a squad, get her down there, full lights and sirens. I want it in six fuckin’ minutes.”
    “You got it,” Franklin said.
    Lucas took his arm, pulled him to the side: “And you and Loring stay on top of her. Anything it takes.”
    On the way down to the room where Wolfe was being questioned, Lucas said to Sloan, “You’re not supposed to be out with a gun. Stay here with Wolfe. Help her out. Be nice to her. Apologize. Explain what we were doing, and why. Get her home. If she wants a lawyer, help her out. But suggest that she talk with me before she does anything.”
    “What’re you gonna tell her?”
    “I’m gonna beg her to let it go,” Lucas said, grinning.
    “I don’t think it’s gonna work, man,” Sloan said.
    He stuck his head in the interview room, where Del and Loring were leaning against a wall, Loring smoking again. Wolfe was sitting straight in her chair, dry-eyed, expectant. Lucas said, “You two guys—let’s go.” And to Wolfe: “You’re okay. You’re free to go. Detective Sloan will help you.”
     
    S HERRILL WAS COMING in the door as Del and Lucas ran up the stairs to the front of the building: “I heard on the radio,” she said. She was wearing jeans, boots, a plaid shirt, and her ball cap.
    “Gotta go,” Lucas called back as they passed her.
    “I’m coming,” she said, and she followed them out the door.
    “I don’t think…” Lucas said.
    Sherrill interrupted: “Bullshit. I’m going.” Then: “Where’re we going?”
    They ran together across the street to the plaza in front of the