‘I can’t tell if he’s bluffing, but it looks like Justice Joe will be demanding a speedy trial. And even if he doesn’t file a demand, the Manicured Monster has a stick up her butt now and is making me prep like he is.’ Daria ripped off the last bit of stubborn thumbnail cuticle with her teeth. She immediately wished she hadn’t. Not only did it sting like a bitch, but bright-red blood began to seep from under the nail bed and run down her thumb in the general direction of her white silk blouse. She stuck the whole finger in the cold remains of yesterday’s McCafe mocha latte that sat in her cup holder. ‘I’m gonna have to eat the damn deposit on my cruise, I just know it. Your depo’s a week from next Monday.’
Manny pulled the cell phone away from his ear, studied the number again and yawned. He sat up on his couch. ‘Counselor? That you?’ Rufus, his 90-pound Belgian Malinois, sat up at attention next to him, looked around and barked one, single, thundering, ‘Woof!’ before lying down again and going right back to sleep.
‘Of course it’s me,’ Daria replied, looking quizzically at her dashboard, which had just barked at her. She sucked the latte from her thumb. ‘Who else would it be?’
‘Most people start a telephone conversation with “hello”.’
She sighed. ‘Hello. What was that sound?’
‘That was Rufus. He’s my dog and you woke him up.’ Manny looked at the end of the couch, where Rufus had rolled over, all four paws in the air, eyes in the back of his head, sawing wood like a lumberjack. He knocked him playfully in the head, but the dog didn’t budge. ‘For a second there, anyways.’
‘Great guard dog you got, Detective.’
‘He’s a former bomb squad K-9. He has narcolepsy, I think. Really enjoys his retirement here at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm. Until my phone rings and wakes him from his slumber. Then he’s mean as a bull.’
‘I don’t feel bad that I woke up your dog, Manny. Your depo is a week from freaking Monday. I just got notice.’
‘You just got notice at …’ He peered at the clock in the kitchen. ‘Jesus, is it eleven-thirty? Are you still at the office?’
‘I was. I’m almost home.’
He yawned again. ‘What are you, OCD? Or maybe you really are a vampire. I thought I saw fangs …’
‘Funny. Don’t mess with me, Detective. I need you there at ten.’
‘Here we go,’ Manny said with a chuckle. ‘You really mean twelve.’
‘Aargh. No, I really mean ten. Tell me you have something more for me on this. Please.’
He turned down the volume on ESPN and tried not to watch the scores. ‘You sound desperate. Didn’t you just arraign the bastard?’
‘Yes, and I repeat, your depo is in less than two weeks,’ Daria replied with a frustrated sigh. ‘Be forewarned: this is gonna go fast.’
‘What were you saying about a cruise?’
‘To Mexico,’ she answered with a whimper. ‘First vacation in four years and I’m not gonna be able to go. And I gotta eat the deposit, which really hurts. You do know how much I make, don’t you? Or how much I don’t make.’
‘You don’t wanna go to Mexico, Counselor. Don’t you read the papers?’
‘The cartels aren’t killing off the cruise ship tourists. Just the locals. I would’ve been fine. Tan and relaxed. Drinking piña coladas poolside.’
‘When’s this cruise?’
‘Last week in August.’
‘Right in the middle of hurricane season,’ Manny said with a laugh. ‘Hope you got a hell of a deal, Counselor. Now don’t start bawling; maybe Lunders won’t file a speedy demand. Better yet, maybe this will all work out by then.’
‘For that to happen, Manny, we need more evidence. More. Big. Something to smack him in the face with and get him to plea. Anything on the fibers?’
Manny stood up and walked to the fridge. He opened it up and started to poke through it. It was time for a sandwich. ‘Well, it must be your lucky day. Or night. ’Cause I do have some interesting news for you. I’ve been doing some research and guess what I found?’
‘I can’t imagine. Talbot Lunders’s sperm plastered all over the inside of that dumpster.’
‘Twisted. No. But I repeat, I did find out something pretty interesting. Remember you asked where our boy might’ve gotten sulfuric acid from?’
She held her breath. ‘Tell me you have a receipt.’
He grabbed the mayo, bread, ham and cheese and carried them to the counter. ‘Guess what’s an ingredient in detergent?’
‘Nuh-uh.’
‘Sulfuric acid,’ he said smugly, as he began to assemble his sub. ‘Who would’ve thunk it? And guess what company has a lab in the Acreage in West Palm that is testing a new line of laundry detergents?’
‘Flower & Honey?’ she asked excitedly.
‘Yes. Actually it’s a subsidiary company of Flower & Honey, because laundry detergent is far from all natural ingredients like flowers and honey. In fact, detergent is synthetic soap made with crude oil, believe it or not. Think about that the next time you snuggle up in a freshly laundered sweater. The name of the subsidiary is PowerX. And it is overseen by none other than our boy, Talbot, who signed off on the shipments of sulfuric acid himself.’
‘Nice. Now why didn’t you call me with this info, Detective?’
‘Because, unlike you, I have a life outside of the office. I was gonna call you in the morning. At a normal hour,’ Manny replied, sneaking a look at the TV while licking the extra mayo off his finger. He wished he hadn’t. The Marlins had lost again.
‘Great. Send me a copy of all the receipts with his signature. Is there any way to chemically tell one bottle of sulfuric acid from another?’ she asked hopefully.
‘Nice try, Counselor, but no. We can’t match up PowerX sulfuric acid with the shit that we took off Holly Skole’s calluses.’
She sighed. ‘Just a thought.’
He couldn’t wait anymore. It looked too good. He took a big bite. ‘I do have other news that you might find interesting,’ he said as he chomped.
‘I knew you were holding back. Are you eating right now?’
‘Yep. It’s about midnight, and time for a midnight snack.’ He took another bite, swallowed hard and finished his thought. ‘Well, you didn’t seem so thrilled that I was sending in that video clip to the lab or that I was checking out Abby Lunders’s computer.’
‘Ugh. No,’ Daria replied. ‘Don’t go waking sleeping dogs, Manny. No pun intended. You’re only gonna make the defense’s case for them.’
He took another bite. ‘That’s why I didn’t call you.’
‘All right. Don’t sulk,’ she said. ‘Out with it. Now that you’ve gone and done it. Was there also a video on Mom’s computer of Sonny Boy knocking boots with our victim before he killed her? Or better yet, was there a video on Mom’s computer of Sonny Boy knocking off our victim? Swallow this time before you answer, please.’
He did. ‘No and no. But that’s what’s so interesting, Counselor. The boys went over her computer with a fine-toothed comb, trying to figure out who sent her that fucked-up video, you know? And the really weird thing was they found nothing.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean nothing,’ Manny replied. ‘As in it was the cleanest computer they’d ever seen. No connectivity history, no old files, no old emails. It was like she’d just freaking purchased the computer and hadn’t put anything on it yet, run any programs, gone to any websites. Either that or Hot Mami Lunders had wiped the hard drive clean with the equivalent of computer bleach before she gave it to us to examine. Now why would she have done that?’
‘I never liked her. I want that on the record. Stop calling her hot mami, Manny; it’s giving me an inferiority complex. I can’t compete with that kind of cash.’
Manny finished off the rest of his sandwich. ‘It’s not her money that makes her hot.’
‘Great. So she’s a freak of motherly nature and has a squeaky-clean computer and an affection for her son that I find odd. Anything else, or can we move on from the amateur sex tape?’
‘Not just yet, Counselor. There is something else about the video that we found. Are you sitting?’
‘What kind of question is that? I’m driving.’
Time for dessert. He whapped the top of a fresh pack of Marlboros on the counter. ‘The boys at the lab enhanced the video. There’s a bottle of window cleaner in the background of the shot which we think may lead us to at least a region where the video was made.’
‘Okay,’ she said slowly.
He pulled out a cancer stick and lit it, stepping outside on to his front porch. ‘When they enhanced the still of the window cleaner they found something pretty weird, Counselor. Something that got caught in the reflection of the blue liquid.’
‘What? The face of the guy who tied her up? What would they call him in S&M terms?’ she said with a slight chuckle. ‘The master? The dominatrix? Do they have male dominatrices?’
‘Not a face, Counselor. Faces.’
The hairs on the back of her neck rose. ‘What?’
‘Caught in the reflection was what looks like a set of TV monitors, all lined up next to each other. And I’m not talking the answer board on Jeopardy. The monitors, they each had faces in them. And it sure looks to me like they were watching what was happening to the poor girl …’