“My job hasn’t made me a nicer guy, either, Cathy,” I said. “But you’ve got to know where to draw the line— it goes with the turf. I figure when the day comes that I can’t find that line anymore, that’s the day I hand in my badge.”
My tone was no more inviting than my words. She stopped her approach.
“I’m leaving you a peace offering,” she said. She took an envelope out of her purse and dropped it on the table, then retreated to the door.
“Go ahead and hate me, Mike,” she said. “I just want you to know I’m really not like that. I’m not.”
Then she was gone.
Of course she wasn’t really like that, I thought. Not until the next time she stood to gain by it.
Inside the envelope was a copy of the Teacher’s original e-mail to her.
And on the bottom, he’d left her a Yahoo Instant Messaging ID where he could be contacted: TEECH1.
Through my clenched teeth, I called Calvin a bitch for not giving me this right away. Peace offering, my ass. Then I sat at my desk and tried to decide what to do with it.
Setting up a trace was difficult and complicated. In order to get the Internet company to assist, court orders would first have to be procured, and even then it could turn out that the message could have come from a public library or a college.
I made up my mind that we didn’t have time for that, and took a stab in the dark. Quickly, I created a Yahoo Instant Messaging ID for myself.
Then I sent a message to the Teacher.
MIKE10: Got your mission statement.
What happened next blew me away. After only a brief pause, an answer came back.
TEECH1: What did U think?
It was him!
MIKE10: Very interesting. Could we meet?
TEECH1: U R a cop aren’t U?
I debated lying, then decided against it. Treating the guy like he was stupid wouldn’t get us anywhere.
MIKE10: Yes. I’m a detective with the NYPD.
TEECH1: I didn’t mean to kill those cops, Mike. I like cops. They R among the few left in this world who actually believe in good and evil. But I needed to escape. What I’m doing is bigger even than the lives of 2 good people.
MIKE10: Maybe I could help U get your message across.
TEECH1: I’m doing just fine, Mike. Death and murder get people’s rapt attention. Their ears R perking up BIGTIME.
Chapter 44
HOVERING TENSELY over my keyboard, I tried a different tack.
MIKE10: Maybe if U talked to someone U could work out your problem in a different way.
TEECH1: Don’t even go there. I don’t have problems. I solve them. People think they can keep on screwing others with impunity. Why? Because they have money. Money is scrap paper with a number written on it. It doesn’t make U immune to your human responsibilities.
MIKE10: The clerk and the maitre d and the stewardess didn’t have money. Something else about them must have bothered U. I really do want to understand U, so please tell me. Why did U murder them?
TEECH1: Murder?
MIKE10: U R the same person who shot those people?