Chapters (27)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- About the Author
Leland said, “Some of Leikman’s women friends either knew or suspected he was a homosexual, and either didn’t care or, for want of clarification, we’ll say suffered in silence. But no woman made a discovery about him last night and killed him for it, then mutilated his body. All of them are firmly alibied. One who didn’t know about him guessed this morning while we were questioning her—a sophomore at Jefferson. She had had intercourse with him. She came all to pieces.” He paused without wanting to. “There’s nothing we can do about that. We didn’t kill him and we didn’t live his life.”
“That’s the only attitude we can have,” Richardson said. He looked around. “All of you who are on this: keep your heads up on that score. Go ahead, Joe.”
“The lab report is in on some of the items. The stains on the pillowcases on both beds match and are from a common brand of hair pomade. The grease on the body and that in the tube we found haven’t been compared yet, but we can assume that they’re the same. The hair found on the sweater is definitely as it appeared last night: dark-brown wavy. Matching the grease on the pillowcases with the grease on the hair will take some time because of the size of the samples. We’ll have the evidence that the man Miss Linjak saw in the hall and whom Leikman identified to her as his roommate slept in both beds.
“We stopped back at her apartment before we returned here and she’s sure she can pick him out of a lineup. The Chinese laundryman and the dry cleaner can’t even remember Leikman. However, the laundry did turn up clothes that definitely did not belong to Leikman—already washed. Large T-shirts and shorts, two dress shirts with sixteen-and-a-half collars. The dry cleaner had nothing. The U-drive-it receipt shows that the car Leikman rented six weeks ago was driven forty-seven miles in one day and returned. We haven’t hit the U-drive-it yet, but it doesn’t seem likely that Leikman would have rented a car just once to ride around town. There’s only this one receipt, so the records at the U-drive-it have to be checked. My opinion is that if we turn up nothing more there, we don’t go on to other places. I’ve rented cars myself and one of those outfits is the same as the next. One thing, Leikman put the receipt in his wallet. He would have shoved it in his pocket if the experience had been a common one. Dan Curran and I think he took a twenty-three-and-a half-mile trip that day. We have no clues as to where he went.