“A non-traceable beater.”
Colossal shoulders dropped. Maybe the Richter scale at Cal Tech could feel it.
Reed said, “Sorry, L.T. By-the-hour cheapie. A 410 area code, which is Baltimore but geography doesn’t matter, these things are bought and sold in bulk.”
I said, “Still, maybe someone’s got a Baltimore link.”
Neither detective was impressed by the suggestion.
Milo said, “Who answers?”
“You said not to call them.”
“So I did. Okay, let’s give it a go.”
Reed handed him the phone list. “The one underlined in red.”
Milo lurched into his office and jabbed at his desk phone. Slammed down the receiver.
“Out of service. Guess it’s no surprise someone who slaughters four people is gonna be careful.”
His eyes returned to the list. “The numbers you marked in yellow are what?”
Reed said, “I made a list of anything that comes back to a personal number, not business. Eleven numbers but one is the roommate, Briggs. I marked hisR.”
He took a step into the office and pointed. “Briggs and Gurnsey don’t talk that much, last time was four days prior to the murder, which matches what he told you about Gurnsey going away for the weekend. I haven’t finished backward-booking all ten but the six I have done are females. I’ve listed them on the back.”
Milo flipped and read. “Admirably organized, kid. Finish with the last four, meanwhile I’ll start contacting.”
“Um, one more thing, L.T. I know you wanted Alicia to keep checking the stores for those tear-off ads but I already asked her to do something else and couldn’t reach her to call her off until just before you got here.”
“What’d you ask?”
“Run background on the six females. Maybe she should finish the last four?”
Milo smiled. “I defer to your initiative and judgment, Moses. Send her up when she’s got everything.”
—
Bogomil showed up twenty minutes later with a sheaf of papers. Milo and I were both in the office; no room for anyone else larger than a toddler.
I stepped out. She said, “Thanks, Doc,” and handed Milo her work product.
Milo said, “That was quick.”
“Thank God for the backward book, DMV, and the social network. No one’s invisible anymore.” She flinched. “Except our suspect, but we’ll get him, too.” Smacking a palm with a fist. “Wewill.”
Milo tapped the papers. “Anything interesting?”
“Ten females between the ages of twenty-eight and forty-four, residences range from Santa Monica to Pasadena. Two with DUIs, one four years ago, one six years ago, no jail time for either. Three have jobs at the studio where Gurnsey worked: couple of office managers and a human resources clerk. The others are two lawyers, an accountant, three nurses, one doctor.”
“Impressive memory, Alicia.”
Bogomil blushed. “No big deal, it’s a technique I do, drawing up categories and making a mental list.”
“Who were the DUIs?”
“The HR person and the doctor.”
