I found Fleet on West Armitage sitting between a shuttered auto parts store and an empty lot filled with weeds and garbage. Across the street, a block-long warehouse on the verge of ruin looked out onto the cracked sidewalks. I knew the area. A cab company used to operate out of the garage Fleet now called home. There’d be no foot traffic. You’d have to have a death wish to walk these streets alone without a canister of pepper spray and a weapon in your pocket. It’s probably why Fleet was here and Ikea wasn’t. I idled at the corner, well away from Fleet’s front door, and waited for Whip, checking my rearview every few seconds. He wasn’t going to be happy to see me, but I didn’t care.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered it.

“Raines, you’ve still got it.” It was Detective Beth Renault, one of the cops I called about Cap’s back room. “Guess what we found? Go on. Guess.”

“Drugs? Bootleg liquor? Designer puppies?”

“Nope. The bastard’s a friggin’ Peeping Tom. He’s been snapping pics of all the comely ladies on the boats, most of them naked, and posting them online, the sleaze. Eldon Reese helped him scope the women out. Reese was even looking to move a young divorcée he knew into the slip next to his when Ayers’s boat moved out. There’s tons of stuff, videos, photos. Cap rolled on Reese in record time, but he couldn’t beat Reese, who rolled on him first. Both of them must have sweat off ten pounds while we had them cuffed in the car.”

“Just women?” Maybe Cap and Reese spied on everyone. Maybe Tim? Maybe Tim confronted them. Maybe they didn’t like it.

“Yep,” Renault said. “The more naked, the better.”

Then nothing to do with Tim. It was disappointing. Cap and Reese were voyeurs, but likely not murderers. I’d have to keeping looking. “How’d you work out probable cause?”

Renault chuckled. “Don’t insult me. How long have I been doing this? Let me tell you, these fancy people are not going to be happy when this shit hits the fan. Stop by Sal’s anytime. I’ll buy you a Coke.”

I smiled. “You got it. Thanks, Renault.”

“No, thank you. Nothing’s better than busting a couple of old pervs.”

I punched END and tossed the phone down. Cap was a Peeping Tom? I had a feeling something was off with him, but hadn’t thought that would be it. I’d hoped whatever he’d been hiding had something to do with Tim. It didn’t surprise me that Eldon Reese was involved. He was a strange man. That’s why he wanted Tim out of his slip so badly. I didn’t feel bad for either of them.