Chapters (4)
No one knows. Marx took it away from the CGI house before the work was finished. It's possible he sent it to the FBI lab, but that's only a guess.
So the FBI has it?
I don't know where it is, Alan. For all I know, Marx is using it as a bookmark. Either way, it was probably garbage like SID said.
Levy told me to go on, and I did, anxious to finish so I could leave for my meeting with Maldenado. When I told Levy about Ivy Casik, he leaned forward.
This woman claims someone was writing a book about Lionel Byrd?
She's claiming Byrd told her someone was writing a book about him. He could have made it up.
Levy considered me for a moment, then took out a pad.
Is she credible?
She knew Byrd had been charged in the Bennett murder and about the trumped-up confession Crimmens used to make his case.
Have the police interviewed her?
They went to her apartment, but I don't know if they reached her. She wasn't home when I went back to check.
Which officer was that, Marx?
Bastilla.
Alan grunted again and wrote something.
All right. I'll try to see the Casik woman, too. Tell me how to find her.
He copied her name and address as I gave him directions, then tapped at the pad with his pen.
Here's what I can do. I'll request Byrd's criminal history not just the arrest record, but the complete history. The DA shouldn't object, and if she does, well, there are others who won't.
Why the history?
Perhaps an officer who arrested him turns up on the task force. Maybe an attorney who once represented him now works for Leverage. You never know what you might find.
I nodded. The big gun rolls into action.
I'll see if I can find out what Marx is up to. Maybe I can get more information from the inside than we've been able to get from the outside.
We. I didn't bother to correct him.
Let's get back to Tomaso for a second. Do you know which detective is in charge of the case?
That would be Crimmens.
Ah.
Levy smiled as he made the note, then looked back at me.
Had they identified any witnesses? Anyone see or describe the killer or a vehicle?
No witnesses by the time they cut me free. They had already started the canvass. They were striking out.
Evidence recovered at the scene?
Nothing they mentioned in front of me. Alan, look, I have to get going.
He put away his pad and pushed back from the table.
I know you have to go, but listen you should be careful. Byrd had these pictures. That much is an undeniable fact. The man didn't just find them on the side of the road.
Didn't we go through this before?