‘Broad daylight?’ I said. ‘With the woman at home?’

‘Her man says Tani was almost always out in the afternoon on her modelling work. Thursday she called in sick and cancelled a date with the photographer. The photographer says she missed a lot of appointments. She wasn’t too reliable. The bed had been slept in. She was in her slip, pants, and bra.’

‘Has the loot shown up?’

‘No,’ Gazzo said, and brushed me off. ‘Tell me more about this Olsen kid.’

I sensed the change of subject, the brush-off. The captain did not want to talk about the loot. It should have appeared by now. Burglars unload fast. I did not push it. If Gazzo held back, he had his reasons. He would tell me when he wanted to.

‘I told you all of it,’ I said. ‘He’s gone, period. A lot of people on Doyle and Water Streets probably went on trips.’

‘You think this Jo-Jo saw something?’

Gazzo did not believe that a lot of people from Doyle and Water had gone on trips. Neither did I.

‘Jewels don’t show, I said. ‘Even if the burglar came out on Water Street, all Jo-Jo would see is a man walking around.’

‘Maybe he saw the guy in the alley,’ Gazzo said.

‘Just walking? How would he know?’

‘Maybe he saw and recognized the guy. Later he hears about the burglary and killing and puts two and two together. Maybe he knows the guy saw him and knows him.’

It was a good theory. I could believe it. But I fought it for a time.

‘So he hangs around from Thursday evening to Friday morning?’ I said. ‘I mean, if the killer knew him, what held the killer up so long. My client says he talked to Jo-Jo Friday morning. I mean, Jo-Jo was nervous but not hiding yet.’