Did you read the murder book on Yvonne Bennett?

Told you, we had teams for each vic. I worked the album.

We had a hard time frame in which she was killed. Byrd was in Hollywood when this woman was killed. How could he be two places at once?

Lindo leaned back. He seemed tired and irritated, like I was too slow to keep up.

Here's the short version he wasn't because he didn't have to be.

This wasn't something I made up, Lindo. Crimmens and his partner had the same window. There wasn't enough time for Byrd to kill her in Silver Lake, then get to Hollywood.

Lindo closed the book. He wasn't going to stay much longer.

Cole, think about it. You got a hard edge on one side of your window when the body was discovered. The other side, you have this dude who was the last person to see her alive, what was his name, Thompson?

Tomaso.

I'm not saying Tomaso lied, but shit happens. People get confused. If Tomaso was off on the time, your window was wrong.

It wasn't just my window. Crimmens talked to him, too.

We know that, man. Marx put Crimmens on the task force to cover that evening. Crimmens thinks it flies. If Tomaso was off by even twenty minutes, Byrd had time to kill her and then get to your bar.

Did Crimmens talk to Tomaso about this?

What's the boy going to say he was sure? I don't know if they talked to him or not, but either way it wouldn't matter. Physical evidence trumps eyewitness testimony every time, and we have the evidence. That's it, Cole. I have to go.

Hang on. I still have a question.

He glanced at the door as if the entire sixth floor of Parker Center might walk in, but he stayed in the booth.

What?

What about the suicide?

I don't know anything about it. I worked on the book.

Did someone tie Byrd with the times and locations where these women were killed?

Other people handled the timelines. All I know is the book.

Jesus Christ, didn't you people even talk about this? When Bastilla and Crimmens came to see me, they wouldn't even tell me these pictures exist.

Lindo's eyebrows lurched nervously and he pulled the binder close.

They wouldn't?

They wouldn't tell me anything, and now I meet you, and you know the book, but you don't know a whole hell of a lot about anything else.

Maybe I don't need to know, Cole.

He tucked the binder under his arm. He was fine as long as we were lost in the science, but now he was frightened again.

You better not tell anyone about this, Cole. This is just between us.

I'm good with it, man. Don't worry about it.

He started to say something else, but stood and walked away without looking back.