A short distance away, Frank could see another man lingering by the fence. He wore purple corduroy pants and an open-collared shirt of bright yellow. He had a hot dog in one hand, and a can of soda in the other.
“I think we may have stumbled on to a drug deal, Caleb,” he said.
Caleb peered at the man in the yellow shirt. “That’s Jimmy Swift,” he said. He smiled. “I bet you a big steak dinner that he’s going to mosey over to Davon, chat with him real casual for a moment, and then offer him a sip of that soda. It’ll all look just fine, except poor Jimmy won’t get that soda back.”
“And inside the can …” Frank said.
“… little bag of cocaine wrapped up real tight.”
“How does he get the payment to Swift?”
“Probably already dropped it off somewhere,” Caleb said. He smiled. “Just watch your line of fire if things get hot. We don’t want to waste a polar bear.”
Together they moved forward slowly. Almost at the same time, Swift and Little came together at the edge of the bear cages, talked for a moment, then, just as Caleb had predicted, Swift gave Little his can of soda. Little took a swig, smiled, nodded, but did not give the can back to his friend.
“See there,” Caleb said quickly. “Little must be losing his grip to use such an old trick.”
Swift walked away, leaving Little once again leaning against the fence. He watched the bears for a moment, took another sip from the can, then moved on, sauntering casually along the winding path that led to the reptile house.
“We’ll get as close as we can without getting burned,” Caleb said.
For the next few minutes they kept pace with Little. Caleb circled to the left, Frank to the right, widening the space between them.
The crowds which were gathered around the bear cages had thinned along the uphill walk to the reptile house, and Frank and Caleb waited for the moment when Little would be most in the clear.
It occurred only a few yards from the entrance to the reptile house, and Frank and Caleb seized the opportunity immediately, rushing quickly up to him, one on his left side, the other on his right.
“Morning, Davon,” Caleb said. He dug his fingers into Little’s upper arm. “Show Mr. Little your badge, Frank.”
Little looked glumly at Frank’s badge. “What’s this all about, man?”
Caleb smiled. “God, it’s hot in the zoo today,” he said. “Hey, Davon, how about you give me a taste of that R.C?”
Little’s face stiffened. “It’s all drunk up.”
“Really?” Caleb asked. “Maybe just the last few drops then?” He snatched the can from Little’s fingers. “Feels like there’s some left.”
Little’s eyes darted from Frank to Caleb, then back to Caleb. “Small-time, man. I ain’t a big horse.”
Caleb shrugged. “We don’t mind a pony, do we, Frank?”
Frank shook his head. “How long have you been living in this area, Mr. Little?”
“Few years, why?”
Frank pulled out a picture of Angelica. “You ever seen this girl?”
Little glared at the picture. “I don’t hunker down with no white pussy.” He cocked his head proudly. “Plenty of dark meat without it”
“Like that woman you’re living with?” Caleb asked.
Little said nothing.
“Or is she your cousin?”
“She nothing to me, man,” Little said. “A friend of mine dropped her off on me. Left her and them screaming kids.” He shook his head. “I ain’t got the heart to kick them out, that’s all.”
Frank jerked the picture up toward Little’s face. “Have you ever seen this girl?” he asked sternly.
“No, I ain’t never seen her.”
“What about a red BMW?” Caleb said. “Ever seen one of them?”
Little let out a long, slow breath. “Shit.”
“Where’d you get that car, Davon?”
“I found it.”
“It’s not exactly the same thing as a penny lying in the gutter,” Frank told him.
“Well, that’s the way it is, though,” Little said. “I didn’t break into it or nothing.” He looked desperately at Caleb. “You can tell I didn’t. They ain’t a mark on that car.” He laughed. “I mean it was just sitting there, man, with the keys in the ignition, the windows all rolled down.”
“Where was it?” Frank asked.
“Not far from here.”
Frank took out his notebook. “Where, exactly?”
“At the edge of the park,” Little said. “It was just sitting there one morning.”
“Which edge of the park?”
“Sydney Street,” Little said. “Right where it meets Boulevard. Right on that corner.”
Frank wrote it down. “When was this?”
“Three days ago.”
“In the morning, you said?”
“I was out walking,” Little added. He looked at Caleb. “That’s the truth. I wasn’t looking for nothing. It was just there.”
“What time in the morning?” Frank asked.
“Must have been about four.”
“Was it still dark?”
“Just turning light.”
“Odd time for a stroll, Davon,” Caleb said.
Davon glared at him. “Ain’t no law against it.”
Caleb waved the can in front of him. “Well, we got something else.”
Davon looked at him sourly. “Lucky punch,” he said knowingly. “You didn’t get a clean bust. You just bumped into it.”
“That don’t matter to the judge,” Caleb reminded him.
Davon smiled contemptuously. “Bust me fine, I do the time.”
“A poet,” Caleb said with a grin.
“Do me bad, I make you sad.”
Suddenly a streak of anger flashed over Caleb’s face. He grabbed Little by the shirt and wrenched him forward. “Listen to me, you little shit, you’re a thief and a pimp, and in your whole goddamn life you haven’t done one good thing.” His voice hardened and grew cold. “You fuck with me, and I’ll go through you like a spear.” He let him go, and Little stumbled backward slightly.
Frank stepped over to him. “You’d better come squeaky clean on this one,” he said. “The girl in that picture was the owner of that BMW, and somebody killed her.”
Little’s eyes shot away from Frank. “I ain’t got nothing to say.”
“You figured it out, didn’t you?” Caleb said. “You knew that car was about as hot as a car could get, and so you dumped it on a cutter.”
Little said nothing.
“Didn’t you?” Caleb asked loudly.
Little nodded slowly. “But I didn’t kill no girl. I didn’t even see no girl. I just seen that car, all shiny and red, with the windows open and the keys right in it.” He shook his head. “It was like ready to be grabbed. I mean it was sitting there just for the taking.” His eyes lifted slowly toward Frank. “So I took it,” he said. “But I never seen no girl.”
“Was anything in the car when you stole it?” Frank asked.
“No. It was clean. Looked like it had been done over real good.”
“What do you mean?”
“Cleaned up real nice.”
“Did you see anyone around it?”
Little shook his head. “You think I’d took it if I’d seen somebody ’round it?”
“Where did you take it?”
“I rode around a little,” Little said. “It’s something, a flashy car. I knowed it was dumb not to just let it go to a fence. Car like that, it’s easy to spot. But I just couldn’t do it for a while. I liked riding in it too much.” He shrugged. “So, I took the chance.” He smiled. “Don’t take a chance, you got nothing in your pants.”
“So you rode around awhile?” Frank said.
“That’s right,” Little said. “I even thought of just heading off up North or something.” He looked at Caleb. “I’m righteous ’bout that woman. She ain’t nothing to do with me. She a friend’s whore.”