“Short answer, yes.” He said. “And it will take some time to filter through them all.”
“Was there any that stood out? Breaking and entering, peeping toms, loitering on private property?”
“A few B&Es at a liquor store and pharmacy. Go figure. There were two harassment charges.”
“Stalking?”
He nodded. “Former exes who couldn’t let go. One got a restraining order.”
“Pull both of their addresses for me.”
“Done. One address is the state pen, the other six feet underground. Heroin overdose.”
Dammit.No leads.
If Josh wasn’t Rose’s stalker, and none of her clients were, then who? Someone from her past? Or perhaps some pervert who’d seen her around town. Rose was stunning. Smart. Alluring. Easy to form an attachment to. An obsession.
Jagg continued, “I did find something when I chatted with the owners of a few shops around town that sell electronics.”
My back straightened.
He took a drink of his whiskey—always neat—then said, “A mini spy cam was purchased from Tad’s Tool Shop last week.”
“Tell me you’ve got a name.”
“Nope.”
“Security footage?”
He reached in his back pocket and slapped a grainy black and white image on the bar top.
“You got it? That’s it? That’s him, the guy who purchased it?”
“You’re welcome.”
I stared down at one-half of a dark silhouette walking into Tad’s Tool Shop—the other half out of camera view. The person was wearing a baseball cap and dark jacket with the collar flipped up. Couldn’t even see the bottom-half of the body.
Jagg continued, “Darth Vader here walked into Tad’s exactly six minutes before the recorder was purchased last Wednesday.”
“There isn’t another security camera in the store?”
“One. Broken.”
“Why the hell is the angle so off on this picture?”
“Someone drove a backhoe through Tad’s front door. Knocked it off center.”
“Why didn’t Tad fix it?” Because that was more curious than someone driving a loader through his shop.
“Says he never checks the thing. Considers the revolver under the cash register security enough.”
Like every other citizen of Berry Springs.
“What about street cams?” I asked.
Jagg cocked his head. “Dude, I’ve kinda got this other job to do. You know, real cases, with real threats, that involverealpolice reports.”
“What did the customer pay with? Can we track that?”
