Part 14 (1/2)
”What the hey?”
My sister's smile for the security guards was nothing compared with the one she now beamed at Ryan. In that moment I knew calamity was predestined.
”We were just leaving, ” I said, zipping my computer case.
”Well?”
”Well what, Ryan?”
”Out-of-town company?”
”A good detective always notices the obvious.”
”Harriet Lamour,” said my sister, sticking out her hand. ”I'm Tempe's younger sister.” As usual, she emphasized the birth order.
”Reckon you're not from around these parts,” Ryan drawled. The fringe went to town as they shook hands.
”Lamour?” I asked, incredulous.
”Houston. That's in Texas. Ever been there?”
”Lamour?” I repeated. ”What happened to Crone?”
”Once or twice. Mighty pretty country.” Ryan was still doing Brett Maverick.
”Or Dawood?”
That got her attention.
”Now why would I ever go back to using that r.e.t.a.r.d's name? Do you remember remember Esteban? The only human being ever fired for being too dumb to stock the 7-Eleven?” Esteban? The only human being ever fired for being too dumb to stock the 7-Eleven?”
Esteban Dawood had been her third husband. I couldn't summon an image of his face.
”Are you and Striker divorced already?”
”No. But I have dumped his a.s.s and sc.r.a.pped that ridiculous name. Crone? What was I thinking? Who'd ever choose a handle like Crone? What kinda name is that for your descendants? Missus Crone? Cousin Crone? Great-granddaddy Crone?”
Ryan joined in. ”Not bad if you're a lone Crone.”
Harry giggled. ”Yeah, but I don't ever want to be an old Crone.”
”That's it. We're outta here.” I reached for my jacket.
”Bergeron says we've got a positive,” said Ryan.
I stopped and looked at him. His face had gone serious.
”Simonnet?”
He nodded.
”Anything on the bodies from upstairs?”
”Bergeron thinks they're probably European, too. Or at least they got drilled and filled over there. Something about their dental work. We had Interpol run a search in Belgium, because of the Simonnet link, but they came up empty. The old lady had no family, so that's a dead end. The RCMP got no hits in Canada. Same for NCIC. No matches in the States.”
”Rohypnol's pretty hard to get here, and those two were loaded. A European connection might explain that.”
”Might.”
”LaManche says the bodies in the outbuilding were negative for drugs and alcohol. Simonnet was too badly burned to test.”
Ryan knew this. I was thinking aloud.
”Jesus, Ryan, it's been a week and we still have no idea who these people are.”
”Yip.” He smiled at Harry, who was listening closely. Their flirting was starting to annoy me.
”You haven't found any leads in the house?”
”You may have heard about a little altercation on the West Island Tuesday? The Rock Machine blew the lights out on two h.e.l.l's Angels. The Angels returned fire and left one of the Machine dead and three others bleeding bad. So I've been otherwise engaged.”
”Patrice Simonnet took a bullet in the head.”
”The biker boys also took out a twelve-year-old kid who happened to be on his way to hockey practice.”
”Oh, G.o.d. Look, I'm not suggesting you're dragging your feet, but surely someone must miss these people. We're talking about a whole d.a.m.n family. Plus two others. There must be something something in that house that provides a clue.” in that house that provides a clue.”
”Recovery took forty-seven cartons of c.r.a.p out of there. We're sifting through it, but so far zippo. No letters. No checks. No photos. No shopping lists. No address books. The utility and phone bills are paid by Simonnet. Heating oil is delivered once a year, she pays in advance. We can't find anyone who's been into the place since Simonnet's been renting.”
”What about property taxes?”
”Guillion. Pays by an official check drawn on Citicorp in New York.”
”Were any weapons recovered?” I asked.
”Nope.”
”Pretty much rules out suicide.”
”Yeah. And it isn't likely Granny slashed the family.”
”Did you run a history on the address?”
”It was negative. The police were never called there.”
”Have you gotten the phone records?”