Shock Wave

we can at least get a look around. How about one of those bomb-sniffer things. Don’t you have some sniffer things that tell you if explosive has been around?”
    “Yeah, but it can be defeated. It’s possible—and if he’s that smart, probably likely—that he worked with the explosive somewhere besides his house,” Barlow said. “Of course, if he didn’t wash his clothes after he worked with it . . . we could have a shot.”
    “So let’s get the warrant going,” Ahlquist said.
    “I’d like to get somebody to make an announcement that we’ve confirmed that Wyatt was the bomber. Make a show over at his house,” Virgil said. He looked at the sheriff. “Earl?”
    “Then announce tomorrow that I was lying?”
    “That you were deliberately setting up the real bomber,” Virgil said.
    “I do like TV,” Ahlquist said.
     
     
    O’HARA SAID, “You know, with all due respect to Virgil, I’ve got a better idea about how to get Haden than a bullshit sneak-and-peek warrant.”
    She explained, and when she finished, Virgil said, “Okay. That’s Plan B.”

26
    H ADEN HAD SEEN VIRGIL’S TRUCK too many times, so Virgil and O’Hara squeezed into O’Hara’s Mini Cooper and parked it outside a house that had a For Sale sign in the front yard, a full block over from Haden’s house. Virgil brought along a pair of Canon image-stabilized binoculars, and they took turns watching Haden’s house; and watched a woman across the street and two houses down who wore little in the way of clothing as she vacuumed the carpeting on the other side of her living room picture window; and watched a small spotted dog that walked up and down a gutter, apparently lost.
    “I gotta do something about that dog, if we don’t do anything else,” O’Hara said.
    Virgil said, “I think I can see a collar and probably a tag . . . maybe it’s just an outside dog. It’s not big enough to bite anybody.”
    “I see you’re watching Miz White Trash again,” O’Hara said after a moment.
    “I’m trying to figure out whether she’s breaking any laws. I mean, she’s apparently in her own home.”
    “I read about a case like this—it apparently depends on her intent. If her intent is to distract an officer of the law, or anybody else, by deliberately displaying her flesh, then she is breaking the law against indecent exposure. If she has no intent to expose herself, but the exposure is inadvertent, sporadic, or unintended, then she is not breaking the law.”
    “Gonna have to do more observation to determine intent,” Virgil said. But he was joking; the woman actually didn’t have that much going for her, in his opinion, and O’Hara knew it.
    Haden first appeared outside his home a few minutes before ten o’clock. He looked in his mailbox, then up and down the street, as if expecting the mailman, then went back inside.
    “So he’s up,” O’Hara said.
    Ten minutes later, the mailman showed up, delivering Haden’s street. Haden met him at the door, took the mail, went back inside. Three or four minutes later, his garage door went up, and Haden backed into the street.
    Virgil went to his cell phone: “He’s out, and he’s headed your way.”
    “We’re set,” Shrake said. “Hold on . . .” Then: “Okay, he just went past. Looks like he’s going downtown. We’re on him.”
    Virgil called Barlow: “He’s moving. Headed downtown.”
    “We’re still hovering out here. . . .”
     
     
    SHRAKE CALLED: “He’s at the Wells Fargo drive-through. Jenkins will take him from here, I’m going to fall off.”
    O’Hara said to Virgil, “That was probably his paycheck in the mail.”
    “He’s going to be late for class, if he doesn’t hurry,” Virgil said.
    Shrake called again. “Jenkins is on him, he looks like he’s headed over to the school.”
    Jenkins, a few minutes later: “He’s inside the school. He was hurrying.”
    Virgil called Barlow: “He’s at the school. Let’s go.”
     
     
    VIRGIL AND O’HARA ARRIVED FIRST. As had been the case with the other divorced suspect, William Wyatt, Haden was a renter. Virgil had gotten a key from the home’s owner, and had silenced the owner with threats of life imprisonment (“accessory after the fact to four murders”) if he talked to anyone about it.
    They parked in the street, walked up to Haden’s door, and went inside. Once in, Virgil walked around to the garage and opened the door. Barlow and two techs arrived a minute later, drove into the garage,