think whoever did it is from the West Coast. Only a high-level dealer familiar with the area would go to the bother of using a place like that.”
“Yeah, it was a real bother, wasn’t it?”
Jack choked on his own breath, then stammered, “I’m sorry Ben. I didn’t mean…”
“Naw, forget it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’ve been a real friend, Jack. Probably the best damn friend I’ve ever had. It’s just that today is, well…”
Ben’s voice trailed off and both men sat in silence. Eventually Ben gestured at the rope hanging from the rafter and said, “It was only two weeks ago that Ben Junior was pretending to be a pirate and swingin’ out on that rope. Maggie was sitting here drinking lemonade.”
Jack didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. He felt the gnawing in his stomach. He clenched his teeth to control his tear ducts, then took a deep breath and relaxed his jaw.
“You know, Jack, I’m not a violent man. But if you ever find out who did it … I’d like to see this rope used for a different purpose. I know it won’t bring Maggie or Ben Junior back. Nothing could. I just figure somebody should pay for what happened.”
“Somebody will pay for this,” said Jack tersely.
“I can still see Maggie sitting on the bale drinking lemonade … trying to act like a grown-up lady. Sometimes I walk in the kitchen and expect to see her sitting at the table drawing pictures. Then I remember. I’ll never see her again. It makes me embarrassed I could forget, even for a moment, what happened.”
“Maybe it’s good to remember the good times.”
“Maybe. Liz still sees the blood. She woke up again last night, screaming and pushing my head away from her pillow, thinking it was Ben Junior’s at … at that place.”
Jack saw the tears in Ben’s eyes and wondered if Ben was talking to him or to himself.
“I’m sorry, Jack. Shouldn’t be talking to you this way. I know you’re doing everything possible. There is something I was going to ask you to do for me, if you can.”
“Anything, Ben.”
“Maggie’s little sketchbook. You know the one. She carried it in her back pocket all the time. Just before it happened she was sitting where you are and drew a picture of a wasp on a glass. We want to get it back.”
“I’ll check with CC. I’m sure it’s not a problem.”
Natasha Trovinski looked up from her desk as her receptionist walked in and handed her a compact disc with an envelope attached to it.
“What’s this?”
“Some cute guy said to give it to you, then he left.”
“Who?”
“One of the two Mounties who were in the other night. Not the one you treated.”
Natasha examined the disc. The Marriage of Figaro. She opened the envelope and read the note:
Please accept my apology for lying to you the other night. I also want to thank you for your discretion. If you ever do get married, I hope your husband enjoys this music too.
Sincerely, Jack
P.S. I also don’t appreciate being lied to. Looks like we have another thing in common.
“Did he ask you out on a date?” the receptionist asked. “Better be careful you don’t catch scarlet fever!”
“No, he didn’t ask me. Besides, you know I don’t date patients.”
Jack paid Homicide a visit and spoke with CC.
“Ben asked me for it yesterday. He watched her draw her last picture in it of a wasp on a glass, maybe less than an hour before she was killed. She kept it in her back pocket. Should be in her personal effects.”
“I have it. Actually, it was on the floor at the scene. Behind the door. I looked through it. That kid could really draw! One picture looks like you.”
“It was me.” Jack smiled as he recalled the event. “She made me sit on a log holding a hotdog near my mouth for half an hour for that one.”
“Wait here, I’ll go to the exhibit locker and get it for you.”
A moment later CC returned. “The wasp wasn’t the last thing she put in it. She printed the word Dirty on the next page. Sign for it and you can take it.”
Jack signed the release form and looked at Maggie’s last entry. “This doesn’t fit. She was really talented. Why would she put that word in there?”
CC shrugged. “Who knows? Kids…. It doesn’t matter. Just take it.”
“Was her pencil in her pocket?”
“No. It was on the floor. Covered in blood. The parents won’t want that.”
Later that afternoon, Jack and Danny arrived at their office. The telephone was ringing as they walked in and Jack grabbed it. Lucy didn’t waste time.
“It matched! The ounce you gave me to test came from the same chemist!”
“Thank God. Oh, Luce, are you sure?”
“Yup!”
Jack rushed into Louie’s office where Danny caught up to him.
“I need to get authorization to make a UC purchase,” Jack said.
“From who?”
“From this Red that I was telling you about!”
“Some low-level dealer that you think might be selling speed? Forget it! Wigmore would wipe his ass with that request.”
“Lou, she is selling ounce level for sure. She supplies all the speed dealers in the bar.”
“And how do you know that?”
Danny looked at Jack. This should be interesting.
“Managed to turn an informant. He gave me the lowdown on the place.”
“Really?” Louie spoke to Jack but stared at Danny. “You came up with an informant pretty quick. Is this person reliable?”
Danny felt uneasy. Christ, is he like Jack? What way are my eyes supposed to look?
Jack answered for him. “We got lucky. Did surveillance like you told us. Caught a guy with an ounce of speed and managed to flip him. I haven’t told you the best part yet. It’s a match. The lab matched the ounce with the meth at the murder scene and the meth associated to Satans Wrath back east. They’ve obviously started a new connection with the club out here!”
“Sounds like a reasonable theory.”
