of books, each as thick as a dictionary, down on the table. âConsays you got a look at one of the guys who tried to break into First City,â she said to Joe. âFlip through these mug books. See what you can see.â
Joeâs shoulders sagged. âSure,â he said. When the officer left, he shoved half the books over to Frank. âLook for a dude with a buzz cut,â he said, remembering the man heâd seen get out of the black sedan and peek into the First City bank window. âDark hair, square chin, thick neck, like a wrestler.â
For the next fifteen minutes, the Hardys flipped through pages and pages of mug shots. Every minute or so, Frank would turn his book toward Joe and ask, âIs this the guy?â
Joe would shake his head. âNo, look for bigger eyes,â heâd instruct. Or, âWatch for a nose that looks like itâs been busted a couple of times.â
Finally Con came back in, holding a computer printout. âAny luck?â he asked.
âNo,â Joe said, closing a book. âPlenty of ugly mugs in here, though. Whatâd you get?â
âGot a hit on that plate,â Con said. âThe carâs registered to Speedy Rent-a-Car. I called and they said they rented that car yesterday morning to a guy named . . .â Con glanced at the printout. âA guy named Earl Galatin.â
âCool,â Joe said. âYou get an address?â
Con smiled apologetically. âWeâre already checking it out,â he said. âChief Collig says,âThanks for the information, but stay clear of the investigation from now on.â â
âFigures,â Joe said. He pushed his chair back from the table. âLetâs get out of here, Frank. Chief Collig wants us to go home and bake cookies or something.â
The door to the interrogation room opened and the officer stuck her head back in. âNo news, Con,â she said. âUnit fifteen just got back from Ronâs Salvage. They didnât find anythingâno evidence of foul play.â
Con nodded. âThanks.â
âWait,â Frank said. Heâd suddenly remembered what Sylvia van Loveren had said about people photocopying currency. âDid they say anything about the copy machine in the office?â
The officer got a funny look on her face. âYeah, they did. Mrs. Quick said her husband was having money troubles, but almost the only thing in his office was a brand-new copy machine that mustâve cost like around fifty grand. Howâd you know?â
Frank shrugged. He didnât want to say too much until he had things figured out. âWe saw it yesterday. Seemed a little strange to us, too.â
The officer left and Joe started to get up to go. As Frank stood, he flipped through one more page of the mug book.
âHold on,â he said, pushing the book over to Joe. âHow about him?â
Joe leaned forward, studying the photo. âThatâs him,â he said. âThatâs the guy I saw.â
Con looked at the photograph in silence.
âWho is he?â Frank asked.
Con let out a deep breath. âYou might be right about Bart Meredith after all,â he said. âThatâs Eddie Racine. He was Meredithâs cellmate in prison. Got out a few weeks ago.â
The Hardys looked at each other. âI knew it,â Joe said. âNo way Meredith had an alibi for the robbery.â
Frank pointed a finger at Joe. âSo, Eddie Racine was in the car, and Meredith robbed Bayport Savings . . . but who was the driver of the black car? It must be this Earl Galatin guy, right?â
âDonât forget Sylvia van Loveren,â Joe said. âIt had to be her giving them inside information.â He looked up at Con. âIâd say weâre about to close another case.â
Frank wasnât so sure. He had six fake bills in his pocket from Meredith, and there was the
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