“Four days from now, I’m expecting to be murdered. I’ve read that you’re one of the best homicide detectives in the city, so I’d like you to handle the investigation. I figure you’re the only shot at justice I’ll have left.”
D.D. TOOK CHARLIE DOWN TO BPD HEADQUARTERS. One, because that was the craziest damn story she’d ever heard, and that made D.D. deeply suspicious right there. Two, Charlie happened to match the very general description of the shooter from the first dead pervert scene, not to mention she’d been walking away from D.D.’s car at about the same time D.D. had spotted the windshield note. Finally, it’s not like D.D. had any better leads to pursue, so one lone female in a bulky black winter coat it was.
D.D. patted down her suspect, then made her remove her hat before dumping her in the backseat of D.D.’s Crown Vic. Policing 101. Eye contact and facial expressions were everything, meaning D.D. never let suspects, interview subjects, or witnesses hide beneath hats and scarves.
D.D. bagged and tagged the note on her front windshield. She placed that on the seat beside her. Then, with Charlie in the back, D.D headed to HQ while working her phone in the front. In a matter of minutes, she was able to establish that Charlene Rosalind Carter Grant worked the comm center for the Grovesnor PD and was not listed on any outstanding warrants. Two points in the girl’s favor, she supposed.
Next up, she checked her messages. One from Alex, just seeing about her day. Second was her mother, and D.D. instinctively cringed. Her parents would be arriving in just two days, Thursday night. Her mother wanted to know if D.D. planned on meeting their plane or was going to force them to find their way to Alex’s house on their own. Her voice made her opinion on the subject clear. Also, the way she said “Alex’s house.”
D.D. cleared the message, didn’t immediately call back.
Not too late to panic, she thought idly. Maybe she, Alex, and baby Jack could all run away and join the circus. Personally, she thought Alex would look handsome in clown stripes, and Jack would be adorable in polka dots. And given the choice between confronting her clearly disapproving You had a baby out of wedlock mother and wearing a red clown nose for the rest of her life…well, D.D. thought that choice was clear.
D.D. sighed. Her parents hated coming north. No doubt, they’d been waiting for her to be a dutiful only child and bring their first grandchild to Florida. But Jack had been born almost four weeks premature, in mid-November versus mid-December. He’d had to spend his first week of life in neonatal intensive care, finishing baking, as her obstetrician had said. D.D. hadn’t been capable of dealing with her parents at that time. She hadn’t even called them until ten days after her own son’s birth, a fairly unforgivable sin, she was informed later. But during those first few days…
By the time the crisis had passed, and D.D. had connected with her parents, it had been Thanksgiving. Too chaotic for travel, her mother informed her, voice filled with disapproval and dismay. D.D.’s selfishness had already cost them the first two weeks of their grandson’s life, and now they’d be forced to delay even longer…
More phone calls, more holiday season churn, more guilt. Until here D.D. was, counting down to her parents’ January 19 Boston flight.
Then her parents, who’d never planned on having kids but late in life ended up with her, and herself, who never planned on having a family but late in life ended up with Jack, could all sit together in one room.
If Alex had any sense at all, he’d start running now.
D.D. neared headquarters, started the search for parking. BPD headquarters was situated in the middle of inner-city Roxbury, where parking spots and drug-free neighborhoods were equally difficult to find. She performed her usual loop. Third time was the charm.
She parked, got out, opened the back door, and contemplated the girl again.
Charlene Rosalind Carter Grant simply climbed out and stood up.
“You don’t talk much,” D.D. said.
“You don’t believe me. What’s there to say?”