With Carlos confessing to his role in the robbery ring and naming names, our part of that job was done. Lutz passed it off to the robbery division, but we still needed to talk to the district attorney about how to go forward with Carlos’s penalty. All the players in the robbery ring needed to be picked up, and they would have a chance to say their piece. Our involvement in the robbery investigation was over, but it still tugged at my heart that we couldn’t prosecute Leslie’s killers. It was as if she’d died for nothing, and although she wouldn’t get the justice she deserved, in a roundabout way, capturing the subway killer would bring justice for all the victims.
My rumbling stomach told me it was time to go home and have supper. The clock above the bullpen door read seven thirty.
Tomorrow’s agenda would be to gather the subway footage during the timeline of all the murders and look for the same man to show up at every station, getting on or off the train. We needed his face, and we’d needed it five days ago when we found Callie’s dead body on the sidewalk. Chasing a ghost without any identifiable features would never get us anywhere.