“Was there anything in the living room that looked like it belonged to a woman?”
Gleason closed his eyes and thought for half a minute. “Yeah, there was a woman’s brown tweed overcoat on a chair. I didn’t note that at the time; I just remembered it now.”
“How about a scarf?”
“Yeah, a yellow one.”
“Thanks, Kevin, that’s all I’ve got.”
“Okay, Kevin,” Dino said, “that’ll do it.”
“Did I miss anything, boss?”
“No, you didn’t,” Dino said. “Good job; the coat was good.” When Gleason had left, Dino turned to Stone. “What?” he asked.
“It may be nothing; I want to check something out first.”
“Stone, don’t you hold out on me.”
“I promise I won’t; I just think I can learn more about this by treading softly than you can with a standard interview.”
“Okay, I’ll trust you on that,” Dino said. “But the minute you’ve got something, I want to know.”
“I promise. I assume you ran a check on the Jonathan Dryer name?”
“Yeah; nothing.”
“That’s what I figured.”
“Well,” Dino said, “we’ve made a start, I guess, but I don’t have enough evidence to arrest Dryer for the burglaries.”
“Assuming you could find him,” Stone said.
“Right. I don’t even have enough evidence to start looking for him. This all sounds good, but it’s very tenuous.”
“You’re right, Dino,” Stone said. “I’ll stay on it and see if I can come up with something else. And I’ll get that list from Arrington. You’ll let me know about the gun?”
“Sure. We having lunch?”
“You’re on. Bob, join us?”
“Okay.”
Dino stood up. “I got to go to the can; I’ll meet you guys outside.”
Stone and Cantor left Dino’s office and walked through the squad room and out the front door.
“Stone,” Cantor said.
“Yeah?”
“The other night when I clocked Martha going into her apartment building, she was wearing a brown tweed coat and a yellow scarf.”
“I know,” Stone said. “Don’t bring it up at lunch.”
Chapter 41
When Stone got back to his desk there was a small package waiting for him.