Part 19 (1/2)
Perfect alibi.”
”And n.o.body else knew.”
”No, of course not,” he lied. Could Pepe's research have some kind of weapons application?
Something developed from those gamma-ray bursters? Norman didn't know much about it. Maybe a burst of gamma rays could catch someone on fire.
”So what about opportunity? Usually linked to motive and weapon. If this is just a criminals-killing-criminals thing, the timing of it has to be explained.”
”Because it's so propitious?”
He nodded. ”And risky. In broad daylight, in a neighborhood full of criminal activity, someone sneaks around behind a house, breaks a window and kills three people inside, setting the house on fire, and walks away.”
”There will have been witnesses.”
”Most likely, but not models of good citizens.h.i.+p. And they probably don't want to get on the wrong side of whoever did this. Would you?”
”But wait. There's going to be a record of your having come to my house and catching this guy, Solo, w.i.l.l.y Joe's right-hand man. Then you wind up in a house with both of them dead.”
”True. Except, as far as I know, there's nothing in police records linking the two. That would have been a real red flag. He was ID'ed as an out-of-towner.” He breathed out, a loud puff. ”We may get lucky. That fire was so intense it probably didn't leave anything useful, DNA or skeletal remains.”
”Which might in itself be suspicious.”
”It happens. They had all kinds of weapons in the war that made it impossible to identify remains.
Usually intense heat and chemical action.” He tapped his lower teeth with a thumbnail. ”It's an angle. A possible angle.”
”That someone in the military wanted to get rid of Capra?”
”Or someone with access to sophisticated weapons. I mean, suppose I just tell the truth, the part of it having to do with the weapon. Make the military connection, if no one else does.”
”But then what puts you there, watching it all? Tied to a chair? Why did he kidnap you?”
”I've already got that part worked out. Fortunately, my partner and I are part of an observation team tracking drug distribution, designer drugs, inside the city limits. Capra was in it up to his elbows.
”I already told the patrolman at the hospital that's what happened: they'd followed me home and s.n.a.t.c.hed me, and once it was dark they planned to kill me in a dramatic way. That much is true. But it wasn't for being on the drug task force.”
”Yeah.” Norman touched his hand. ”Sorry I got you into all of this.”
He said something in Arabic. ”What will be will be. This is not something either of us had any say in.And the evil are punished, for a change.”
”Funny att.i.tude for a cop.”
He smiled and nodded. ”You better get back. I'll be in touch if anything happens.”
Norman couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't a variant of ”I hope I don't hear from you,” so he just shook hands and headed back toward the house.
Should he confront Pepe with what he knew? Or just leave well enough alone. Curiosity versus grat.i.tude, with a sprinkling of fear.
When he came back into the dining room, they were clearing away dessert.
”He didn't need the string?” Dove Slidell asked.
”What?” Norman was still holding his prop. ”Oh, no-he'd found one by the time I got there. We just tuned up and went through a few difficult pa.s.sages.”
”Is he going to be all right?” Rory asked, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice.
”He'll be fine. I think he can go the rest of the way alone.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes on his. ”We're going to pick up some coffee at Nick's and go check the observatory. I won't even ask. You need your beauty sleep.”
”Actually, I have to work for a bit. Started a new direction on the second part.i.ta.”
”Well ... party away.” They said their good-byes.
Aurora She told the car to go to Nick's place. ”He'll probably be sawing away at the cello if I get home at three.”
”Hard to live with an artiste?” Dove said.
”Hard to live with somebody who doesn't keep regular hours. As if I did!” She turned around in the driver's seat. ”But Norm's really odd. He never sleeps more than a few hours at a time. Naps now and then, no particular schedule.”
”Like Edison,” Lamar said.
”No lightbulbs or phonograph. But he's a heck of a good cook.”
They murmured a.s.sent. ”You'll be glad when this thing's over?” Dove said. ”Get back to doing actual research.”
”Not as much of that as I'd like. ”This 'thing' has kindled a new interest in astronomy in the young.
I've bowed to pressure and agreed to take on two sections of elementary.”
”That's a lot of kids.”
”Fifty apiece. But I get two new grad a.s.sistants, so I just have to lecture.”
”The rest of your load stays the same?” Lamar asked.
”Yeah, but it's not bad. A graduate seminar and a small cla.s.s on nonthermal sources. And I'm getting a good bonus for the two extra sections.
”I've always enjoyed elementary. I just don't look forward to being spontaneous with the same lecture, three days a week.”
Dove nodded. ”I had to do two sections a couple of years back, when that boy genius from Princeton jumped s.h.i.+p. It's a strange sensation.”
The car pulled up in front of Nick's, and the three went in for their coffee: burned, sweet, and rich.
Nick waved at Rory. ”Just a second, Professor.” She'd phoned in the order, not sure how late he stayed open.
She said h.e.l.lo to the only other customer, not certain whether she knew him. She'd seen him before,writing by hand in a bound journal.
The historian He nodded back at Professor Bell. She would be in the last chapter.