JACOBI CALLED THE MEETING to order at the crack of eight a.m. He asked me to come to the front of the room to brief the troops on our arson-homicide case and where we were with it - that is to say, nowhere. I was wearing jeans and a beaded tank top, a pair of moccasins, and a faded denim1 jacket that I’d left at Joe’s place before the fire.
It was all that I had.
I got whistles, of course, one beefy old-timer shouting out, “Nice rack, Sarge.”
“Shut up, McCracken,” Rich shouted back, making me blush, extending the moment as my fellow cops laughed and made raunchy comments to each other. After Jacobi kicked a desk so that a hollow boom silenced the room, I filled everyone in on the Meacham and Malone homicides.
Assignments were divvied up, I got into the car with Conklin, and we drove to one of the dark and grubby alleys2 in the Mission. We were doing it again, more down-and-dirty detective work, hoping for clues in the absence of a single hard lead.
Our first stop was a pawnshop on Polk called Gold ’n’ Things, a shop piled high with outdated3 electronics and musical instruments, and a half-dozen glass cases filled with tacky bling. The proprietor4 was Rudy Vitale, an obese5 man with thick glasses and thin hair, a marginal fence who used the pawnshop as his office while making his real deals in cars and bars, anywhere but here.
I let Conklin take the lead because my insides were still reeling from the sharp turn my life had taken only twelve hours before.
My mind was stuck in a groove6 of what the fire had cost me in emotional touchstones to my past: my Willie Mays jacket, my Indian pottery7, and everything that had belonged to my mother, especially her letters telling me how much she loved me, a sentiment she’d only been able to write when she was dying but was never able to actually say.
As Conklin showed insurance photos to Vitale, I glanced at the display cases, still in a daze8, not expecting anything, when suddenly, as if someone yelled Hey in my ear, I saw Patty Malone’s sapphire9 necklace on a velveteen tray, right there.
“Rich,” I said sharply. “Take a look at this.”
Conklin looked, then told Vitale to open the case. Baubles10 clanked as Vitale pawed through them, handed the necklace up to Conklin with his catcher’s mitt11 of a hand.
“You’re saying these are real sapphires12?” Vitale said innocently.
Conklin’s face blanched13 around the eyes as he placed the necklace down on the photograph. It was clearly a match.
“Where’d you get this?” he asked Vitale.
“Some kid brought it in a week ago.”
“Let’s see the paperwork.”
“Hold on,” Vitale said, waddling14 back to his cage.
He moved a pile of auction15 catalogs and books on antique jewelry16 from his desk chair, then tapped the keys on his laptop.
“Got it. I paid the kid a hundred bucks17. Here you go. Whoops18. I just noticed his name.”
I read the receipt over Conklin’s shoulder, the name Clark Kent, an address somewhere in the middle of the bay, and the description of a “blue topaz necklace.”
“Was he wearing a suit and eyeglasses?” Conklin yelled. “Or maybe he’d changed into tights and a cape19?”
“I’ll need the tape from that,” I said, pointing to the video camera anchored in the corner of the ceiling like a red-eyed spider.
Vitale said, “That’s got a twenty-four-hour loop. He’s not on it anymore. Anyway, I dimly remember the kid, and I don’t think he was the tights-and-cape type. More of a preppy look. I think maybe I sold him some comic books one time before.”
“Can you do better than ‘preppy look’?”
“Dark hair, I think. A little on the stocky side.”
“We’ll need you to come in and look at our mug books,” I said. “Talk to a sketch20 artist.”
“I’m no good at faces,” said Vitale. “It’s like a disorder21 I have. Some kind of dyslexia. I don’t think I’d recognize you if I saw you tomorrow.”
“Bull,” Conklin snapped. “This is a homicide investigation22, Vitale. Understand? If that kid comes in again, call us. Preferably while he’s still here. And make a copy of his driver’s license23.”
“Okay, chief,” Vitale said. “Will do.”
“It’s something,” Conklin said to me as he started up the car. “Kelly will be glad to have something from her mom.”
“Yeah, she will,” I said.
My mind flew to my own mom’s death. I turned my head so that Conklin couldn’t see the tears that came into my eyes.
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