“Why not?”
Norris turned away, staring at the two-way mirror, squirming in his chair. He took a deep breath. “Look, if I tell you, you gotta help me out.”
Rossi leaned forward, hoping Norris was about to confess in record-breaking time.
“I’ll do whatever I can to help you, but you have to help yourself by telling me what happened to the car and why you need my help.”
Norris’s eyes darted back and forth from Rossi to Wheeler and back again until he slapped one hand on the table. “Shit! I knew it was a mistake to get involved with that guy. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. I’m such a fucking moron!”
“What guy?”
“Richie Vigliaturo.”
Rossi sat back. “Richie the Vig? The loan shark?”
Norris scrunched his eyes and rubbed the sides of his face with both hands. “Yeah. I was broke and a friend of a friend hooked me up with Richie. He loaned me a few bucks and I gave him the title to my car as security. He said if I got behind, he’d take my car before he broke my legs.”
“And you got behind.”
“Yeah. I owed him every Monday, but I missed last Monday, so he took my car. That’s why you gotta help me out. I missed this Monday too, and I don’t want my legs broken.”
“Wait here,” Rossi said, signaling to Wheeler. “We’ll be back.”
“Hey, you think you can help me?”
“I think that if Richie repossessed your car, you’re the luckiest guy in the world.”
Rossi and Wheeler retreated to the break room, each pouring a cup of coffee.
“What do you think?” Wheeler asked.
“I think if Richie boosted the car before Robin was killed, he won’t mind telling us, and if he took it after she was killed, he’ll give it up in a heartbeat to prove he had nothing to do with her death. He’s not interested in that kind of trouble.”
“Yeah, but if he took the car last week, what are the odds he still has it this week?”
“Next to zero. I’ll give him a call.”
“What, you got him on speed dial?”
Rossi grinned. “Let’s just say he’ll take my call and leave it at that.”
“Hang on. Let’s say Richie didn’t take the car and we find it out at the airport or wherever and we can prove that it’s the car that knocked Robin off the road.”
“Then we charge Norris with first-degree murder.”
“I know, but-”
“But what?” Rossi asked.
“How did they end up out on that stretch of road? I know that Norris lives off of Barry Road, but that raises more questions than answers. Was Robin at his apartment? What was she doing there? According to the kids, their folks went out of their way to avoid each other. And if she was there, what happened? Did they have a fight and she ran out and he chased her out to the boonies? Or did Norris just happen to see her driving around his neighborhood and decide to run her off the road?” Wheeler scratched his head. “I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right to me.”
“All we have to do is prove it was Norris’s Camry and that he was behind the wheel. How and why they ended up out there doesn’t change the fact that they did. I’m going to call Richie.”
Wheeler’s cell phone pinged with a text message before Rossi punched in Richie’s number. Wheeler opened the message and looked at Rossi.
“Don’t bother. They found the car at the airport. Take a look at this.”
He passed the phone to Rossi. Photographs of the car from all four sides were attached to the text message. The license tag matched the registration records Rossi had in his file. The front end was creased and dented, though the extent of the damage wasn’t clear from the photograph.
“I’ve got to get out there,” Wheeler said. “I don’t want anybody touching that car until I’ve gone over every inch. Then I’ll have it towed to our garage so I can see if the damage pattern fits with the damage to Robin’s car.”
“Will you be able to separate the damage from the parking lot accident from the Barry Road collision?”
“Won’t know until I get a look at it.” Wheeler’s phone pinged with another text. “Airport security says we can have a look at their video whenever we’re ready.”
“I’m like lunch meat,” Rossi said. “I’m always ready. You take the car and I’ll check out the video.”
“What about Norris?”
“Have somebody bring him a newspaper.”
Chapter Forty-One
Kansas City International Airport was twenty minutes north of downtown, enough time for Rossi to think about what Wheeler had said. Figuring out how Robin and her ex ended up where they did was an important part of the case, but only if Rossi could prove that Norris had run her off the road. He’d get to the how and why later.
The airport was laid out in three terminals, A, B, and C. Airport police headquarters was in Terminal A. Rossi’s cell phone rang as he pulled into a parking place across from the terminal. When he saw Bonnie Long’s name displayed, he broke into a grin.
“Dr. Long, what can I do for you?”
“We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“I think you know. Tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”
“I’m a little busy at the moment.”
“It’s important. Please.”
“Okay, there’s a bar not far from-”
“No. Not at a bar or at the hospital or at police headquarters. Someplace private, just you and me.”
“Okay. You got any suggestions?”
Bonnie was silent for a moment. “Be at my house at five o’clock.”
“I’ll do that.”
Rossi clicked off the call. He’d driven a wedge between Alex and Bonnie, not knowing whether it would pay off, congratulating himself now that it had. He hadn’t been able to get the truth from Alex, but hearing it from Bonnie would be the next best thing. From the start, he’d focused on proving Alex had murdered Dwayne Reed, uncertain what he’d do next. Now he knew. He’d find out whether Alex and Judge West had made some kind of deal to ensure her acquittal. If they had, he’d put her away for as long as he could for obstruction of justice.
He was still grinning when an airport police officer escorted him into the video monitoring room and introduced him to Sergeant Libby Hellmann.
“You’re looking pretty happy,” Hellmann said.
“Just got some good news on another case.”
“Well, let’s see if we can make it two in a row. Your suspect’s vehicle was found in the Economy B parking lot. Our cameras cover the entry to the lot and each aisle, looking north, south, east, and west.”
“Can you track the car from when it entered the lot until it was parked?”
“We pieced it together from different cameras. I did a quick-and-dirty edit, so its kind of herky-jerky. I can put together a more seamless video once I know exactly what you need.”
“Great. Let’s have a look.”
They sat in front of a monitor as Hellmann cued the video. The images were dark and grainy, but the lights in the parking lot provided enough illumination to make them out.
“See there,” Hellmann said, freezing the screen. “That’s your guy getting his ticket at the entrance to the lot. The time stamp shows it was ten thirty-five and eighteen seconds when he rolled in.”
Robin Norris had called Alex Stone at ten fifteen, the instant before her car was struck. Ted Norris could have easily made it to the airport from the scene of the wreck in twenty minutes.
“That’s a view of the driver’s side of the car. How do you know it’s the right one?”
“Once we confirmed the license tag, I worked backward from where he parked the car. I can show you the whole thing in reverse if you want.”
“After I see it this way first. Can you zoom in on the driver? I can’t make out much of his face.”
“Sure.”
Hellmann tapped on the zoom feature, but the larger the image got, the more indistinct it became, until it was just a jumble of pixels. She played with it until she found the right balance. The driver was wearing a ball cap pulled down low on his face. He was looking straight ahead, not at the camera.
“That your guy?”