Part 60 (1/2)
”On January fourth a call was placed to l'Abbaye Sainte-Marie-des-Neiges. That was Ferris giving Morissonneau a heads-up on his plan to collect Max.”
”Go on.”
”On January seventh a call was made to Kaplan's home. That was Ferris contacting his middleman. Kaplan was called again on January tenth. Then, from the sixteenth through the twenty-third, there's a marked drop-off in outgoing calls from Mirabel.”
”Ferris was down south with Miriam.”
”Right. Two calls were made to the Boca resort. Probably Purviance with questions for the boss. But get this. On January nineteenth, Kaplan's home number was again dialed from the warehouse.”
Ryan got it right away. ”Ferris was in Florida. It couldn't have been him. So who's calling Kaplan?”
”Purviance?” I suggested.
”She ran the business when Ferris was gone. But why would Purviance call Kaplan? He's not a customer or a supplier. And Ferris's dealings with Kaplan weren't exactly kosher. Purviance wouldn't have been tuned into those transactions.” Pause. ”Could Purviance have been responding to a message?”
”I thought of that. The warehouse records show no incoming calls from Kaplan's home or shop.”
”So someone phoned Kaplan's home from Ferris's warehouse while Ferris was in Florida. But Kaplan hadn't phoned the warehouse, either from his home or his shop, making it unlikely that Purviance was calling Kaplan in response to a message he'd left for Ferris. So who the h.e.l.l made the call? And why?”
”Someone else with access? A family member?”
”Again, why?”
”Astute questions, Detective.”
”Sonovab.i.t.c.h.”
”Sonovab.i.t.c.h. Any word from Birch?”
I heard rustling, imagined Ryan seeking a more comfortable position.
”Purviance is still missing.”
”That's bad, isn't it?”
”If the lady overheard or saw something, the perp might have clipped her to keep her from talking.”
”Jesus.”
”But ballistics caught a break on the Jericho nine-mil that killed Ferris. Piece was reported stolen by a seventy-four-year-old plumber named Ozols. Car break-in in Saint-Leonard.”
”When?”
”January twenty-second, less than three weeks before Ferris was shot. Birch is thinking street thugs. Score a gun, hit a warehouse, things go south, Ferris gets popped.”
Something stirred in my unconscious.
”According to Purviance, nothing of value was taken,” I said, distracted by the heads-up from my hindbrain.
”Mopes may have panicked and split.”
”The gun theft could also suggest pre-planning. Someone wanted a hit and needed a firearm. Also, Ferris took two bullets to the back of the head. That suggests a professional job, not a panic shooting.”
”Miriam was in Florida.”
”Yes,” I agreed. ”She was.”
I heard a voice in the background.
”Kaplan's on the move,” Ryan said, then disconnected.
No longer sleepy, I went back to the call records. This time, I began with the dump on Kaplan's home phone. The January and February lists were short.
Almost immediately, I got another shocker.
February first. Nine seventy-two. The international exchange for Israel. Zero-two. The area code for Jerusalem and Hebron. I knew the number.
The Rockefeller. And not the main switchboard this time.
Kaplan had dialed the office of Tovya Blotnik. The call had lasted twenty-three minutes.
Blotnik had been in the loop for at least ten days when Ferris died.
Had I seen Blotnik's number elsewhere? Was that the whisper I'd felt from my id?
I went back and checked Ferris's warehouse record for February.
Bingo. Ferris had called the switchboard of the Rockefeller on January eighth. One month later he'd called Blotnik's direct line.
Was that the signal my hindbrain had been sending? Somehow, the itch didn't feel scratched.
Then what?
Think.
It was like a mirage. The more I focused, the faster the allusion dissolved.
The h.e.l.l with it.
I started to dial Ryan, stopped. He and Friedman were busy tailing Kaplan. A ringing phone could blow their cover. Or the phone would be off.
I tried Jake.
Still no answer.
Frustrated, I slammed the receiver.
Eleven-ten. Where the h.e.l.l was he?