The Big Gamble - Michael Mcgarrity [104]
“Because you’re the most knowledgeable about the case and you’ve done one hell of a job,” Kerney replied.
The stern look on Clayton’s face smoothed out slightly. “That’s it? Nothing personal?”
“Part of it’s personal, I guess,” Kerney said. “You might think it’s silly of me to say this, but I’m proud of what you’ve done.”
The comment caught Clayton off guard. He swallowed hard and looked away.
“Let’s go,” Kerney said, taking the pressure off Clayton to respond.
All the phone taps, including land lines and cell phones, were up and running just before Cassie Bedlow arrived at her talent and modeling agency. In his APD uniform and driving a patrol car, Jeff Vialpando waited a few minutes before pulling up outside the building. Entering, he called out a hello and Bedlow appeared in her office doorway.
“Yes, Officer,” she said, looking somewhat startled.
“Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” Jeff said, taking off his hat. “But I need your help.”
“Regarding?”
“A woman named Stacy Fowler died in an automobile accident last night, and the state police asked if we’d help locate next of kin. They found your business card in her wallet. Did you know her?”
“Yes, but only slightly. I interviewed her a month or so ago for a modeling job, but it didn’t pan out. How did it happen?”
“I’m not completely sure, ma’am,” Jeff replied. “But I do know it was a rollover accident outside the city limits, and Ms. Fowler was alone in the vehicle at the time.”
“Oh my goodness,” Cassie said, shaking her head sadly. “I heard something about it on the radio as I was coming to work.”
“Do you know anything about her family?” Jeff asked.
“No, I think she’d just moved here from the Midwest.”
“Her car was registered in Arizona,” Jeff said. “Did she mention any family members there?”
“We only talked once and it was purely about business.”
“Thank you for your time,” Jeff said.
“I’m so sorry I can’t be of more help,” Bedlow said. “I hope it won’t take you long to notify her family.”
“It probably will,” Vialpando said with a shrug. “We don’t have much to go on.”
Once he was back in the unit, Ramona’s voice came over his police radio. “She’s talking to Tully right now.”
“Saying?” Vialpando asked as he drove away.
“That Fowler is dead and Greer didn’t keep her date last night.”
“And?”
“She tried calling Greer from home and got no answer. She’s going to her apartment to look for her, then to Fowler’s town house to make sure there’s nothing incriminating for the police to find.”
“Beautiful,” Vialpando said. “That’s even better than we expected. What else?”
“Tully’s telling her to be careful. Bedlow’s saying not to worry, the police are just investigating an accident, nothing more, and they don’t know anything about Fowler. Tully just told her to act fast and call him back as soon as she’s finished.”
“I’m going home to change,” Vialpando said.
“I’d like to send one of your detectives down to Fowler’s town house to videotape Bedlow’s comings and goings.”
“Good idea. Use Alvarado. He’s great with a camera and good at surveillance. Is Ault in place?”
“Ten-four.”
Frustrated at not finding Sally Greer at home, Cassie Bedlow went to the resident manager’s apartment, where Detective Allen Ault, unshaven and dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, opened the door.
“If you’re looking for the leasing office,” he said, “it’s in Building One. Just take a left at the corner. You can’t miss it.”
“I’m looking for Sally Greer,” Bedlow said.
“She moved out yesterday,” Ault said. “Didn’t even leave a forwarding address for her cleaning deposit.”
“Did you see her?”
“Yeah, she dropped off her key.” Ault waved his finger at Bedlow. “Wait a minute. Are you Carrie?”
“Cassie,” Bedlow said.
“Yeah, that’s it. She left a letter for you.”
Ault rummaged around on the coffee table and gave Bedlow an envelope.
“Thank you,” Bedlow said.
In her car Bedlow read the letter.
I figure that what you did to me and let others do to me more than pays you back the money you “lent” me. You’ve made me sick to my stomach about myself. But I’ll never be as sick