I wanted to do something today, something that mattered. I wanted to be out on the street with Conklin and Jacobi, showing Caddy Girl’s picture around “fancy beauty salons” and prospecting good neighborhoods for clues.
I wanted to wear out my shoes on this case.
I wanted to work in a way that made me feel as if I was doing my job instead of dictating useless, worthless memos.
Womans Murder Club 5 - The 5th Horseman
Chapter 24
AT ABOUT 7:30 that evening, Claire called, saying, “Lindsay, come on down. I have something to show you.”
I tossed the Chronicle with Cindy’s front-page story about the Municipal trial into the file basket. Then I locked up for the night. I jogged downstairs to the morgue hoping for a breakthrough.
Hoping for something!
One of Claire’s assistants, a smart cookie named Everlina Ferguson, was closing a drawer on a gunshot victim when I got there. Ug-ly.
Claire was washing up. “Give me half a minute,” she said.
“Take the full minute,” I replied.
I poked around the place until I found Caddy Girl’s photos tacked to the wall. God, this case was bugging the hell out of me.
“What did you make of that perfume she was wearing?” I called out to Claire.
“Funny thing about that. It was only evident on her genitalia,” Claire called back. She turned off the faucets, dried her hands, then extracted two bottles of Perrier from the little fridge under her desk.
She opened them and handed one to me.
“Lots of girls these days like to perfume their gardens,” she went on. “So normally I wouldn’t even mention it in my report. But this girl, she didn’t dab it anywhere else. Not on her cleavage or wrists or behind the ears.”
We clinked bottles, each took a long drink.