“Have you talked to Juhle?” Mickey asked.

Hunt shook his head no. “I thought I’d hit him at home tomorrow. I think his wife still might like me, although Connie’s got that loyal-cop-wife gene and I can’t be positive. But she and I have been through a lot together too. So it’s a faint hope. Anyway, I’ll find out soon enough.”

Parr cleared his throat. “Who’s Juhle?”

“Friend of mine,” Hunt said. “Also the homicide cop who pulled the case.”

“And why will you be talking to him, about this reward, I mean?”

“Because if we do have any luck drumming up this business, we’ll have to coordinate anything we do with what they’re doing. Sometimes cops don’t like to share, maybe you’ve heard. Juhle might take some convincing that this could be helpful to him.” Seeing the questioning look on Parr’s face, he asked, “What?”

“It just seems a little cart before the horse is all. I mean, if there’s no reward yet, what are you bringing to the party? Wouldn’t your position be a hell of a lot stronger if you had something tangible to offer?”

“That’s a good call,” Mickey conceded. “Wait until we get some of these charities on board, then talk to Juhle.”

“You could do that,” Parr said. “Or just save yourselves a lot of time and go straight to Len Turner.”

Hunt spoke up. “Who’s he?”

“He’s pretty much the Man around nonprofits in the city.”

“In what way?” Hunt asked. “I’ve never heard of him.”

Parr chuckled. “Which is the way he likes it. He’s a lawyer, pretty much at the top of the charity food chain. He represents most of the big ones and also runs the mayor’s community outreach program. Back in the day, he was Dominic’s right hand, and if anything, he’s got even more influence now. You want something to happen around a reward, he’s the guy you want to talk to.”

“Len Turner, got it,” Hunt said.

“And then you go get that bastard who killed Dominic.”