10th Anniversary - James Patterson [56]
But the judge wasn’t listening anymore. His attention had gone to his cell phone. His face was pale.
A second time Hoffman told the judge that he wanted to reexamine the witness.
“It’ll have to wait,” said Judge LaVan. “I have to visit someone at the hospital, immediately.
“Dr. Martin, you may step down. Court is adjourned for the day. Ms. Castellano. Mr. Hoffman. Be in my chambers at eight a.m. tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.
“We’ll pick up the pieces then.”
Chapter 72
I WALKED INTO Brady’s office first thing in the morning, hoping to have the quickest meeting on record.
Brady put down his phone and said, “Boxer, I’m going to have to pull you off Richardson and send it down to Crimes Against Persons. Look at what’s come in in the past week,” he said, tilting his chin toward the whiteboard in the center of the squad room, legible through the glass walls of his office.
Six open cases were listed in black letters. Closed cases were always written in red. There were no closed cases.
“Lieutenant, we’re getting some real movement on Richardson,” I said, pulling out a chair, sitting down across from the big guy. His sunny hair was pulled back, but there was no wedding band on his ring finger. I thought about Yuki, no bigger than a bird, wrapped in the arms of this cop I barely knew, and I was afraid for her.
Yuki was a brilliant, gutsy prosecutor — and at the same time an absolute loser at picking men.
Brady was staring back at me, waiting for me to speak.
“Quentin Tazio found a connection that could crack this case,” I said.
“QT’s our computer consultant, right?”
“He’s the best.”
I told Brady that through the wizardry of telephony and electronic databases, QT had tracked a phone call to Jordan Ritter from the Lake Merced area during the time Avis Richardson was delivering her baby.
“According to Avis, she asked one of the two women who had assisted in the delivery to lend her a phone so she could call her boyfriend.
“The phone used to call Jordan Ritter belongs to Antoinette Burgess, age forty, used to be a schoolteacher. She lives in Taylor Creek, Oregon. Population three thousand forty-two.”
Brady said, “You think Burgess may have the baby?”
“Avis says Burgess was there when the baby was born.”
“I’m starting to feel a little hopeful. Seem okay to be hopeful, Boxer?”
I nodded and told Brady that Burgess didn’t have a record and that I wanted to meet her. If she had the baby, I would get him out of Taylor Creek before sirens and helicopter and SWAT made an intervention dangerous.
“Conklin is going to stay here and work on locating Avis and her boyfriend,” I told Brady. “Claire Washburn is coming with me. We’re both working off the meter.”
“Work on the meter,” Brady said. “Let’s wrap this up. I’ll contact the local authorities in whatever the largest town is near Taylor Creek. I’ll do it now.”
“Lieutenant. With all due respect, I think we should get a feel for the situation first.”
Brady and I went a few rounds about the logistics, but I could tell he was excited. After I assured him that I would call him as soon as I reached Taylor Creek and give him postings throughout the day, he gave me the green light.
I got out of Brady’s office, relieved that I was still on the case. I knew that this one lead to a woman who lived in Oregon was probably my last chance to find Avis Richardson’s missing child.
And it might be the baby’s last chance, too.
Book Three
ROAD TRIP
Chapter 73
I MET CLAIRE in the parking lot outside the Medical Examiner’s Office. She piled in next to me in the front seat of the Explorer with a diaper bag doing duty as a picnic carryall.
Like me, Claire hadn’t gone on a road trip in more than a year. Unlike me, Claire was in a cheery mood.
I punched “Main Street, Taylor Creek, Oregon” into the Explorer’s nav system and set out toward the Bay Bridge and 1–80 East. It was a four-hundred-and-thirty-mile trip, and I planned to make it all in one day.
By this time tomorrow, I hoped to have Baby Boy Richardson in my care. I could almost see