“What about the powder on the counter?”
“You were right on that. It analyzed as methamphetamine.”
“That’s good! Every chemist who makes meth leaves what amounts to their own chemical signature in it. The lab can cross-match different samples and you might get a match to identify where it originated from.”
“Damn it, Jack. Butt out! Lucy at the lab just explained all that to me.”
“So you’ve put word out to turn in meth samples so the lab can cross-match with —”
“I was going to do that, but instead I’m talking to you! Get the picture?”
Jack allowed himself a glimmer of hope as he hung up. He had his own plan. He called the toxicology department in the crime lab. Lucy was one of the good guys. She would help.
Luigi Grazia was in charge of the Intelligence Section that Danny was assigned to. He was fifty-four years old, and with his greased-back hair, swarthy complexion, and pinstriped suit, he could have passed for a gangster in a B movie. Before he became a desk jockey, he’d had a reputation for solving difficult problems. Some said he was lucky. The fact was, he was cunning.
“Welcome to the section,” said Grazia in a gruff voice. “Everyone calls me Louie.”
Danny was conscious of Louie’s penetrating eyes as they shook hands.
Louie told him he would be sharing an office with Jack Taggart, who would be his immediate supervisor. Danny was glad Jack was off for a week. He wasn’t looking forward to shaking hands with his new partner. He discovered, however, that waiting was worse.
Danny reviewed the reports that Jack had recently submitted on an international child pornography ring. When he finished those, he spent the rest of the week reading reports on past investigations about organizations involved in extortion, stolen-auto rings, prostitution, contract murders, drug trafficking, armored car holdups, and more. Louie told him to think of it as a history lesson.
The weekend would have been a good chance for Danny to unpack the many moving boxes that were still piled in his living room, but he felt listless and tired.
“Monday tomorrow,” Susan commented over their morning coffee.
Danny’s blank expression told her that he wasn’t listening.
“What’s wrong, honey? You acted thrilled when you first told me you were being transferred to Intelligence. But ever since you started you’ve been really quiet. You act like the cat that swallowed the mouse. What gives?”
“I’m just tired. I’ve done a lot of reading this week.”
“Tired? I can’t remember the last time you worked a week of straight day shifts. I think your new job seems great!”
“Maybe I’m not used to it.” He forced a smile.
“Maybe things will be different tomorrow when you meet your new partner.”
Danny chose to bite a piece of toast.
“Hope he’s someone you like. It’s too bad about his niece and nephew.”
Danny took another bite.
“You said he was single; maybe you should invite him over for dinner sometime.”
Danny was grateful that at that moment Tiffany started to cry from her crib. He left to pick her up.
It was noon when Jack woke up. He was still groggy when he answered his telephone.
“Hi, handsome.”
Jack was instantly awake. He recognized Lucy’s voice. He held his breath.
“You sound like you were sleeping,” Lucy said. “I worked all weekend.”
“Not as late as I did. Come on, Lucy! You wouldn’t call me at home unless you had something.”
“I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“One of the samples I brought in matched?”
“No. None of those three matched. You know, I only had about one-tenth of a gram to work with from the murder scene. But it’s close enough that I’ll call these a match. I sent a request to all the labs across the country. We got lucky. Four matches. Three out of Quebec and one from Vancouver.”
“All made by the same cook?” asked Jack.
“The same chemist brewed all four, or, with what was recovered at the murder scene, I should say all five.”
Jack wondered if his heartbeat could be heard over the phone. “Were any of the seizures high-level busts?”
“Two of the Quebec seizures were at the pound level. Both apparently seized from dealers who are known associates of Satans Wrath.”
“Satans Wrath! What about the Vancouver seizure?”
“That’s the bad news. It was less than a gram. Turned in by a Vancouver beat cop. I talked to the guy. It was night and he took a stroll with his partner down some alley on East Hastings. A woman panicked when she saw them coming and chucked it. Probably a hooker. They never did catch her. The only reason he sent it in was because Homicide put out a bulletin saying they were interested.”
“What night did this happen?”
“Same date as the murders.”
“Told Homicide yet?”
“Spoke with CC. She said there’s not much you can do with it under the circumstances. Guess she’s right, but I still thought I should tell you.”
Less than an hour later, Jack burst into Louie’s office.
“I’m going to do an intelligence probe on Satans Wrath, starting tonight.”
“They’re involved in your porn file?”
“No. I’m putting that on the shelf for a moment. This is more important.”
Louie studied Jack’s face, then said, “This is connected with the murders, isn’t it?”
“It could turn out that way if —”
“Come on, Jack. I know this means a lot to you, but give Homicide a chance. We work on organized crime. The brass won’t put up with —”
“Satans Wrath is the number one organized crime group in this country.”
“I know, but what does that have to do with the murders?”
“Our lab cross-matched speed found at the murder scene with speed seized in Quebec connected to Satans Wrath. Now they matched a gram of speed found in an alley off East Hastings as coming from the same chemist!”
“East Hastings? Even Satans Wrath wouldn’t hang out in that scuzzball part of town. Does Homicide know?”
“They’re who the lab did it for.”
“Jack, I understand that this is personal for you, but it’s still up to Homicide.”
“Come on, Louie! Identical speed connected to Satans Wrath in Quebec is turning up here! There are more members of that gang in this city than there are in any other province. And they’re big enough and cautious enough to find an abandoned farmhouse to conduct business.”
“They’re also one of the most dangerous! Damn it, Jack! This isn’t the way we’re supposed to do things! What am I going to have to do to educate you?”
“This isn’t coincidence! If they’re not involved with killing Liz’s kids you can bet they’ll know who did do it!”
“You’re not listening! This is a Homicide investigation. It’s up to them to —”
“GIS wouldn’t make any progress in that part of the city! They’d stand out like nuns in a brothel. Homicide told the lab that it’s not enough of a lead to do anything about it. They’re a reactive section, not proactive.”
“What makes you think you would succeed? Every operation mounted against them has soured. Years of wasted surveillance, dead informants, wiretaps that turned up nothing.”
“I’ve had a good teacher.”
Grazia sat back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the desk. “Some lowly speed dealer from East Hastings wouldn’t travel all the way out the Valley to do a deal.”
“I know, but someone higher up the ladder might.”
“But East Hastings?”
“I’ve got to start somewhere. I’ll come up with bigger connections sooner or later.”
Louie paused, then said, “Okay. Check it out. But be careful! The brass wouldn’t approve of you sticking your nose into the murder investigation. Wigmore is acting a little kinky these days. He would never authorize funding for us to do street-level drug buys. For now, keep it strictly to surveillance and see what you learn. Forget trying to claim any expenses.”