“I’m not interested in rousting you over the sideline, Billy. As long as the sideline is shut down. And believe me, I’ll know if it starts up again.”

“It’s closed.”

“Lieutenant.” Peabody stepped in, passed Eve a file. “Lab results.”

“Thank you, Officer. Stand by.” She opened the file, did her best to smother the laugh when she spotted the pink ribbon tucked inside. At least Peabody had had the foresight to remove it.

She skimmed the data. Not only did the carpet fibers match, but the sweepers had removed hair identified as Rachel Howard’s and Kenby Sulu’s from the van.

No longer amused, Eve lifted cool, flat eyes to Billy’s face. “I want to know who took the van out on the nights of August eighth and August tenth.”

“Okay, see here’s how it works. Somebody comes by, says to me, ‘I need a ride.’ Maybe they want a nice little two-seater to drive their girl someplace, or a cushy sedan to take their grandma to a wedding, or something.”

“Or a set of wheels to drive away in after they’ve hit a liquor store. Maybe a nice sturdy all-terrain to bop around in when they’re making an illegals deal over in Jersey. This way they don’t have to jack it, or bother with any pesky paperwork.”

“Maybe.” He gave her a slow nod. “I don’t ask. Don’t want to know, particularly. What I do is tell them what’s available, and for how long. Fee’s stiff and you gotta pay double up front. Get the deposit back when you return the vehicle in good condition. Still, we’re cheaper than standard rental, and there’s no paper.”

“Everybody loves a bargain.”

“See we got a lot of slots taken up on a yearly basis. We keep the rates down. Give regulars a good break. Some of these people, like Miss Ernestine, wouldn’t be able to keep a ride ’cause the slot rent’s so steep.”

“Just your little community service. You’re going to have a long wait for your medal, Billy.”

“Didn’t figure how it hurt anybody. The customer gets a good deal, and I get the bonus. It’s put my kid in a classy pre-school. You know what those cost?”

“Who rented the van?”

“See, that’s the thing. People come and they go. Repeaters, you get to know, get to figure what ride they like best. This guy, I just don’t remember too much. Only came by the two times, I’m pretty sure. Knew what he wanted, paid the fee, brought it back. I didn’t think anything of it. White guy,” he said quickly.

“Go on.”

“Average-looking white guy, I don’t know. Who pays attention?”

“Old, young?”

“Ah, twenty-five, thirty. ’Round there. Shorter than me, but not much. Maybe a little under six feet? Dressed neat. I mean not sloppy. Looked like an average working white guy. Could be I’d seen him around the neighborhood before. Could be. He didn’t look like anybody special.”

“What did he say to you?”

“Ah. Shit. Something like: ‘I need to rent a van. A nice, clean one.’ Probably I said something about does this look like a rental port to you—nice and polite though. Then he . . . yeah, yeah, I sort of remember. He pulled out the fee and deposit. All cash. And he said he’d take the gray van on the first level. I took the money, he took the code, and drove off. Brought it back about three A.M. My cousin logged it in.”

His gaze shot back down, and he winced. “Damn. Damn. Is my cousin gonna get in trouble?”

“Give me your cousin’s name, Billy.”

“Shit. Fucking shit. Manny Johnson. He just logged it back in, Lieutenant Dallas. That’s all.”

“Let’s go back to the guy who rented the van. See what else you remember?”

“I didn’t pay enough attention. Ah, he had shades on. Dark shades, I’m thinking. And a ball cap. Maybe a ball cap? Me, I’m looking at the cash money and the threads more than anything else. He dressed neat, he had the fee. Maybe if you showed me his picture or something, I’d remember him, but I don’t see how. He had on the shades and the cap, and we’re doing the thing inside the port, where it’s shady. He just looked like an average white guy to me.”

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bsp; “Average white guy,” Eve repeated after the interview. “One who’s killed two people. Who knew how to access a nearly untraceable vehicle to transport them, knew how to get them into said vehicle with minimal fuss, and when and where to dump the bodies without anyone noticing.”

“But you did trace the vehicle,” Peabody reminded her. “We can start doing a canvass, maybe we’ll find someone who saw it around the universities, or the dumping sites.”

“And maybe the Tooth Fairy’s going to come knocking on your door tonight. We’ll go there, Peabody, but first we take the van back to the garage. Average white guy lets Diego off the hook, at least for the pickup.”

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