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out and taking the phone. “We know that you were not aware of this. The cell belongs to a drug dealer that we had under surveillance. I’ll get back to you for an official statement tomorrow.”
Relieved, John closed the door as the ‘cop’ turned on his heel and walked back out onto the sidewalk to his car.
“Check the contact list,” Lennox said to Frankie, tossing the phone to his partner and starting the car.
Frankie scrolled down the list. There were separate groupings. One was for friends. There were over a dozen names and numbers, but only five had the same area code as Margie’s phone, and the first names of three of them were female: Audrey, Cathy and Della.
“She has three local lady friends,” Frankie said. “Probably neighbors.”
“So use your burner phone, not hers, and call them and see where it leads. Pretend you’re a cop.”
Frankie grinned. Used the pay-as-you-go and punched in the first number. Got no reply. The second answered after three rings.
“Hello.” A female voice.
“Good evening ma’am,” Frankie said. “This is Detective Frank Burns. We understand that you’re a friend of Margie Newman, is that correct?”
“Well, yes, but―”
“We need to locate her, ma’am. She was due at the hospital to visit her husband, but didn’t show. A patrol car has been by her house, but she isn’t in, and she isn’t answering her phone.”
“I wish I could help you, Detective,” Cathy Shayatovich said. “I spoke with Margie two days ago, but I haven’t been in touch since. I have no idea where she could be if she isn’t at home or with Arnie.”
“OK, ma’am,” Frankie said. “Thank you for your help.”
Frankie tried the third number.
“Hello.”
“Is that Della?”
“Who’s asking?”
“This is Detective Frank Burns. We are trying to locate Margie Newman, who we have reason to believe is a close friend of yours.”
“I’m her next-door neighbor, but…” Della paused. It suddenly dawned on her that she only had the anonymous caller’s word that he was a police detective. After what had happened to Arnie, then the break-in, she needed to be careful.
“You still there, ma’am?” Frankie said.
“Uh, yeah, but I’ll call you back. Give me your office number.”
That threw Frankie. He didn’t know what to say, so disconnected.
Della called the police. Told them who she was and that someone purporting to be a detective by the name of Frank Burns had phoned and was asking questions about Margie. She was asked to hold and waited for over two minutes before a female voice announced, “This is Detective Garcia, Mrs. Phelps. I have no record of a detective by the name of Frank Burns. Whoever called you had no official reason to do so. Please tell me exactly what he said.”
After going through it, twice, Della was told to report any further calls, and was advised to not answer her door to anyone that she did not know. She was also asked for permission for the police to check her phone, to see if they could trace the number of whoever had called her, which she agreed to.
Lennox parked at the curb and used his own cell to call Quaid. Explained all that had gone down, and that the main player was now an ex-cop by the name of Logan, who had hard copy and a flash drive he had got from Newman’s house.
Dusty Quaid assimilated the new information. While he did, Lennox just held the phone to his ear and waited, knowing that his boss would be deciding the best way to resolve the problem.
“Find this guy Logan,” Dusty said. “Get whatever he has on Mr. F, and then make him vanish, permanently.”
“He’s in the wind, boss. How―?”
“Someone knows where he is. Go and talk to the cop’s neighbor. She probably knows where Logan took the wife. And even if she doesn’t, lift her and bring her to the Warehouse. If she’s a good friend of Newman’s wife we can use her as
Relieved, John closed the door as the ‘cop’ turned on his heel and walked back out onto the sidewalk to his car.
“Check the contact list,” Lennox said to Frankie, tossing the phone to his partner and starting the car.
Frankie scrolled down the list. There were separate groupings. One was for friends. There were over a dozen names and numbers, but only five had the same area code as Margie’s phone, and the first names of three of them were female: Audrey, Cathy and Della.
“She has three local lady friends,” Frankie said. “Probably neighbors.”
“So use your burner phone, not hers, and call them and see where it leads. Pretend you’re a cop.”
Frankie grinned. Used the pay-as-you-go and punched in the first number. Got no reply. The second answered after three rings.
“Hello.” A female voice.
“Good evening ma’am,” Frankie said. “This is Detective Frank Burns. We understand that you’re a friend of Margie Newman, is that correct?”
“Well, yes, but―”
“We need to locate her, ma’am. She was due at the hospital to visit her husband, but didn’t show. A patrol car has been by her house, but she isn’t in, and she isn’t answering her phone.”
“I wish I could help you, Detective,” Cathy Shayatovich said. “I spoke with Margie two days ago, but I haven’t been in touch since. I have no idea where she could be if she isn’t at home or with Arnie.”
“OK, ma’am,” Frankie said. “Thank you for your help.”
Frankie tried the third number.
“Hello.”
“Is that Della?”
“Who’s asking?”
“This is Detective Frank Burns. We are trying to locate Margie Newman, who we have reason to believe is a close friend of yours.”
“I’m her next-door neighbor, but…” Della paused. It suddenly dawned on her that she only had the anonymous caller’s word that he was a police detective. After what had happened to Arnie, then the break-in, she needed to be careful.
“You still there, ma’am?” Frankie said.
“Uh, yeah, but I’ll call you back. Give me your office number.”
That threw Frankie. He didn’t know what to say, so disconnected.
Della called the police. Told them who she was and that someone purporting to be a detective by the name of Frank Burns had phoned and was asking questions about Margie. She was asked to hold and waited for over two minutes before a female voice announced, “This is Detective Garcia, Mrs. Phelps. I have no record of a detective by the name of Frank Burns. Whoever called you had no official reason to do so. Please tell me exactly what he said.”
After going through it, twice, Della was told to report any further calls, and was advised to not answer her door to anyone that she did not know. She was also asked for permission for the police to check her phone, to see if they could trace the number of whoever had called her, which she agreed to.
Lennox parked at the curb and used his own cell to call Quaid. Explained all that had gone down, and that the main player was now an ex-cop by the name of Logan, who had hard copy and a flash drive he had got from Newman’s house.
Dusty Quaid assimilated the new information. While he did, Lennox just held the phone to his ear and waited, knowing that his boss would be deciding the best way to resolve the problem.
“Find this guy Logan,” Dusty said. “Get whatever he has on Mr. F, and then make him vanish, permanently.”
“He’s in the wind, boss. How―?”
“Someone knows where he is. Go and talk to the cop’s neighbor. She probably knows where Logan took the wife. And even if she doesn’t, lift her and bring her to the Warehouse. If she’s a good friend of Newman’s wife we can use her as
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