15
I called Gordon Walsh, a detective who now worked out of the Maine State Police’s Southern Major Crimes Unit in Gray. Walsh was about the closest thing I had to a friend in the MSP, although it would have been stretching the point to call him an actual friend. If Walsh was my friend, then I was lonelier than I thought. Actually, if Walsh was anybody’s friend they were lonelier than they thought.
‘You calling to confess a crime?’ he said.
‘Anything to help you maintain your unblemished arrest record. You have something in particular you’d like me to ’fess up to, or should I just sign a blank form and leave you to fill in the details?’
‘You won’t even have to fill in your name because it’s already there. Just put your “X” on it and we’ll do the rest.’
‘I’ll think about it. Maybe if you helped me out with something it might encourage me to make the right decision. You have any friends in the New Hampshire MCU?’
‘No, but I’ll have minus friends there if I set you on them. You’re a walking formula for negative friendship equity.’
I waited. I was good at waiting. At last, I heard him sigh.
‘Come on, give it to me.’
‘Kenny Chan. Killed in his house in Bennington in 2006.’
‘How did he die?’
‘He was broken up and folded into his own safe.’
‘Yeah, I think I remember that one. It was part of a spate of safe-foldings back in the day. Robbery?’
‘Only of his joie de vivre. Whoever did it left the cash in the safe with him.’
‘I take it you pulled up the names of the investigating detectives?’
‘Nalty and Gulyas.’
‘Yeah, Helen Nalty and Bob Gulyas. Nalty won’t talk to you. She’s straight edge, and in line for promotion to AUC.’ AUC was Assistant Unit Commmander. ‘Gulyas is retired. I know him a little. He might talk, as long as you don’t interrupt. He’s not patient like I am. It’ll be the usual deal. If you find out something useful—’
– ‘then it goes straight to him, and he whispers it in a sympathetic ear,’ I finished. ‘And if I get in trouble I don’t mention his name. I owe you on this one.’
‘You owe me on more than this one, but you can start paying now.’
‘Go on.’
‘Perry Reed.’
‘The auto shop guy. I watch the news. What about him?’
‘I heard a story that a couple of members of the Saracens motorcycle gang might recently have been relieved of a delivery of narcotics, at gunpoint. That’s a tragedy of course, and they’ve proved strangely unwilling to file a complaint, but the story has it that one of the guys who robbed them might have been black, and the other white, or whiteish. They were very polite. They said “please” and “thank you”. One of them may even have used the words “Would you mind . . .?”, and he complimented one of the Saracens on the quality of his boots. The quantity and description of the narcotics in question is pretty similar to what we took from Perry Reed and his guys.’
‘So Reed ripped off the Saracens? That doesn’t sound wise.’
‘Reed did not rip off the Saracens. I don’t think he burned down his own auto lot and titty bar either, even though we found ethyl alcohol in his garage. I think Perry Reed has been set up, and the kiddy stuff is just the icing on the cake. And the description, however basic, of the two men who stole from the Saracens rings bells that seem to echo in your vicinity.’
‘Is Perry Reed a supplier of narcotics?’
‘Yes.’
‘Is Perry Reed a pimp?’
‘Yes, and a trafficker of women. And a suspected rapist, both statutory and otherwise: it’s said he and his buddies break in the girls before passing them along.’
‘How long has he been doing all this?’
‘Years. Decades.’
‘And now you have him. What’s the problem?’
‘You know what the problem is. I want to see him in jail, but for stuff that he did do, not for stuff that he didn’t.’
‘I can only tell you what I’ve heard.’
‘Which is?’
‘The drugs were on their way to Reed anyway, but he always uses middlemen for receipt of deliveries. I’ve also heard that if you get a court order for the phone records of the numbers found on the cell phones, you’ll find that Perry Reed and Alex Wilder were both in touch with known traffickers of underage girls, most of them Chinese and Vietnamese, although they had room for Thai and Laotian too.’
‘The gun?’
‘Only what I’ve read in the papers. Pearl grips. Classy, as long as you’re not seen in public with them.’
‘The auto lot and titty bar?’
‘Well, that just looks like arson, but I’m no expert.’
‘And the kiddy porn?’
‘It was in his possession, and he has a reputation.’
Walsh said nothing for a time. ‘Still sounds to me like somebody might have had a personal motive for seeing Perry Reed locked up until his hair turns white. Alex Wilder too.’
I gave him a little: not much, but enough. ‘Maybe frightened Asian girls weren’t the only women they were raping.’