Part 17 (1/2)
Chapter 56.
I THOUGHT PAUL Chi might still be steamed at me for questioning the slam-dunk first-degree murder charge against Candace Martin. If he wasn't fuming now, he would be after I told him I was still turning over stones on his case, that I still wasn't prepared to let it go.
It was about 5 p.m. when I brought him a latte and sat down across from him at his very tidy desk in the squad room.
Chi looked at me, his expression absolutely blank, and said, ”You still trying to pry open my closed case?”
I nodded. ”You just have to let me get this out of my system,” I said. ”If you were me, you'd do the same.”
”You're the boss.”
”You remember Bernard St. John?” I asked him.
”The piano teacher. How could I forget that guy?”
”I just spoke with him.”
”I'm not p.i.s.sed off, Lindsay. I just want to understand you better. Fifty homicides a year come through here. We solve only half of them. And that's in a good year. So, here we got one that we actually close. Why has this this case gotten to you?” case gotten to you?”
”I can't explain it.”
”Can't explain an insult to me, McNeill, Brady, the SFPD as a whole, and the DA's entire office? You think this is going to score us any points with the DA?”
”I've got to do this, Paul. If Candace Martin is guilty, my poking around isn't going to change that.”
”But you don't think she is guilty, do you?”
”I don't know.”
Chi grinned. A rare occurrence. Like a blue moon in June.
”What's funny?” I asked him.
”I like this about you, Lindsay. You never give up. But you know, Brady doesn't have a sense of humor.”
”I'll deal with him when I have to.”
Chi shrugged and said, ”So what did Bernard St. John tell you?”
”That Dennis Martin was sleeping with Ellen Lafferty. Lafferty confided in him.”
”Whoa-ho. Well, there's your motive, Sergeant. You're making the case against Dr. Martin even stronger. Candace found out her husband was sleeping with the nanny, so she shot him. Motive as old as the history of mankind.”
”Or - what if it was the other way around?”
”You think Lafferty Lafferty was the shooter?” was the shooter?”
”It's not so crazy, Paul. I want to talk to you about that contract killer. Gregor Guzman.”
Chi just shook his head and sighed.
”Doggedness suits you, Lindsay. Okay, what do you want to know about Gregor Guzman?”
”Tell me everything you've got.”
Chapter 57.
AS CHI TAPPED on the computer keyboard, he told me, ”Eleven hits are attributed to Guzman - that's eleven unsolved that match his MO.”
I scooted the chair so close to Chi's desk, I could see my reflection in the monitor.
”It's a very elegant MO,” Chi was saying. ”First, he's stealthy. He's never seen and he leaves no evidence. Two, he always uses a twenty-two and his kill shots are head shots. His first shot does the job. His second shot is almost on top of the first. I'd say that second shot is just for insurance. He's a h.e.l.l of a marksman.”
”Dennis Martin took two shots to the chest.”
”That's correct.”
Chi hit some keys on his computer and brought up a series of photos of the elusive hit man. The first was a grainy black-and-white still shot that had been lifted from a video of a man leaving Circus Circus, the famous casino in Vegas.
The next photo was of a balding man in a car, taken by a tollbooth surveillance cam outside of Bogota.
The third picture was of possibly the same man in a dark suit, standing beside an advertising kiosk, watching the crowd enter a public building. The picture was t.i.tled, ”Lincoln Center, New York.”
The last picture was the money shot.
It was taken at night with a long lens pointed at the pa.s.senger-side window of a dark SUV, time-dated September 1 of last year. Candace Martin was in profile in the pa.s.senger's seat. The way her hair fell obscured part of her face.
Next to her in the driver's seat was a balding man who had turned to face her. His features were difficult to make out because of the shadow inside the car's interior.
It was hard to say if the man pictured was Gregor Guzman or even if the woman in the pa.s.senger seat was Candace Martin.
”How sure are you that this man is Guzman?” I asked Chi.
”All pictures of Guzman are educated guesswork. We have no official photos to compare them to, but the face-recognition software found an eighty-three percent correlation between the four photos I just showed you.”
”Paul, if your case hung on this picture in the SUV, Candace Martin would walk.”
”The DA wanted to use it. It shows premeditation. I gotta admit something to you, Lindsay.”