The FBI Thrillers Collection Books 6-10 - Catherine Coulter [612]
“What did Dr. Holcombe say when you asked him about his whereabouts?” Sherlock asked.
“We haven’t talked to the man today,” Dix said. “Helen had convinced him to attend a rehearsal he had scheduled. We’ll talk to him, and Helen again, in the morning.” Dix turned to Ruth and said suddenly, “Ruth, how are you feeling? Do you have a headache?”
She blinked at him, smiled. “A tad of pounding behind my left ear. It’s nothing, Dix.”
“Let me get you some aspirin. Better to cut it off before it digs in.” He walked quickly from the living room.
The phone rang, but only once. Dix must have grabbed it. Savich looked at Ruth, an eyebrow raised.
To his surprise, Special Agent Ruth Warnecki, tough, seasoned, and sharp as a tack, blushed.
Life was sometimes unutterably cool, Sherlock thought as she took Dillon’s hand and rose. “It’s getting late and we’re both pretty tired. We can get an early start in the morning.”
Dix came back into the room, handed Ruth two aspirin and a glass of water, and stood over her while she swallowed them. Then he turned to Savich and Sherlock. “You’ll want to hear this before you go. I just this minute got a call from a Detective Morales in the Richmond PD. He told me that two known lowlifes didn’t turn up where they were supposed to. No one’s heard a thing from them. One of them, Jackie Slater, is wanted on suspicion of auto theft. The other one, Tommy Dempsey, has a girlfriend who’s been badgering the police since Sunday morning, claiming he’s missing, that someone must have hurt him.
“Detective Morales heard what happened here Saturday night—about the stolen Tacoma exploding, and the two guys who were killed, and wondered if it could be them. My deputies faxed him the descriptions and a picture of a ring one of the men was wearing, and the girlfriend identified it. It was Tommy Dempsey.”
Savich said, “Detective Morales said they were lowlifes? Does that mean incompetent, or cheap to acquire?”
“Slater got out of the Red Onion State Prison four months ago, was probably trying to build up his business again. Dempsey was a wannabe. They think he might have been involved in some local burglaries, but can’t be sure.”
Ruth asked, “What was Slater in for?”
“Felony assault on a police officer and resisting arrest on a grand theft auto charge. About ten years ago he was arrested for felony homicide in the course of a robbery, but the evidence wasn’t there and they had to drop the charges. So Detective Morales thought Slater was fully capable of planning what happened here and drafting Dempsey to help him. Both were violent and reckless. I asked him to see if he could find out who they worked for recently.
“When I told him they tried to kill an FBI agent, he nearly fell off his chair. He told me, ‘I never thought the two of them were that stupid.’ ”
Ruth rubbed her hands together. “Hurray for Detective Morales. I’m putting him on my Christmas card list.”
Savich said, “Our local field office can give Detective Morales all the help he needs, Dix. They can start at the prison, talk to Dempsey’s girlfriend, track down their associates.”
“I’m sure he’d appreciate that. It would save us having to drive over to Richmond ourselves.”
“When would you like us to be here in the morning?”
Dix said, “The boys leave pretty early, so breakfast will be on by dawn. You’re welcome to join us.”
“That was pretty good, Dix,” Ruth said. “Okay, guys, anytime after eight. I’m making scrambled eggs.”
“Oh, I forgot, Dix,” Sherlock said. “You mentioned Dr. Holcombe has a daughter?”
“Yes, her name’s Marian Gillespie, lives in a little bungalow in the Meadow Lake section, teaches music theory and clarinet at Stanislaus. Christie always liked her, said she marches to a different drummer. Yes, you’re right. We should talk to her tomorrow, once we’re done with my uncle.”
Savich asked thoughtfully, “Have you ever noticed anything off