“Yikes. I’m assuming you told them to get stuffed?”
“Pretty much. But I have a bad feeling that the mayor’s gonna be pressuring Chief Turnham to scrape up enough probable cause to get a warrant.”
She made an unpleasant sound. We both knew that there were ways to get around the strict legalities of search and seizure. All they had to do was come up with a “confidential informant” to attest that I was hiding evidence of my dark deeds in my house. “You’re still planning to summon tonight?”
“Hell, no,” I said. “I’m summoning as soon as I get home.”
“Good plan. You need something to cart your demon around in once you get him here?”
“Crap. I might, depending on which demon I summon. I’ll need to go rent an SUV—”
“No, you won’t,” she interrupted. “We can put him in the back of the van.”
It took me a couple of seconds to process what she meant. “Wait. Your crime scene van?”
“That’s the one!”
I burst out laughing. “This is yet another reason why you’re my best friend.”
After I hung up with her I called Roman, spun him a fiction about needing his signature on a witness statement so that I could close out the Barry Landrieu case, and could he possibly meet me at Grounds For Arrest in say, two hours?
He agreed without hesitation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I still figured it was a long shot, but even eliminating him as a suspect would be progress. And since my progress thus far had been zilch, I’d take what I could get.