Barely Legal

55

Dino put a rush on the Yvette Walker investigation so all reports came straight to him. It didn’t take long to get results. The crime scene unit had lifted prints from the empty cash box in Herbie’s walk-in closet. They ran the prints and got a match: Donald Dressler, aka Donnie Dressler, aka Iggy Dressler, aka Simon Covington, aka Lonnie LeBlanc, a small-time con man with multiple arrests and convictions, who only managed to stay out of jail by ratting on his friends.

Dino didn’t bother to go through channels. He checked the lead out himself. The doorman at Herbie’s building had no trouble picking Donnie out from the row of photos Dino lined up on his desk.

“I recognize him. Food delivery guy. Took up a pizza.”

“What time was this?”

The doorman grimaced. “That’s tough. We get deliveries all night. Early as five, late as midnight.”

“Can you do a little better than that?”

“Not much. I really don’t remember.”

“Is there a security camera in the lobby?”

“Yes, there is.”

The security camera footage showed the delivery boy with the pizza approaching the desk at 8:05. Donnie’s features were discernible in the picture.

Dino went down to the courthouse and hunted up ADA Monahan. She was surprised to see him.

“Wow. A personal visit from the commissioner. Am I in trouble or something?”

“Why would you think that?”

“To rate such special attention. Or could it be that I’m prosecuting a friend of yours?”

“Well, you certainly charged one. I doubt if you’ll wind up prosecuting him.”

“Is that a veiled threat?”

“This is a courtesy call to let you know what the department is doing. We wouldn’t want you to be uninformed.”

“Heaven forbid.”

“With regard to that very case you mentioned, there have been some rapid developments. A suspect has emerged by the name of Donald Dressler.” Dino slid a copy of Donnie’s rap sheet in front of her on the desk. “The crime scene unit found his fingerprints all over the cash box that had been looted in the apartment. Of course, there’s no way to tell when those prints were made. However, the doorman has identified Mr. Dressler as the young man who was sent up to Herbie Fisher’s apartment in the guise of a pizza deliveryman at eight-oh-five last night.”

“You have got to be kidding.”

“It’s on the surveillance video. His face is plainly visible. Anyway, we’ll be issuing an APB on him as a suspect in the Yvette Walker homicide, and since you already have a suspect charged with the crime, I wouldn’t want to cause you any embarrassment.”

Dierdre Monahan’s face got hard. “Are you telling me to drop the charges against Herbie Fisher?”

“Absolutely not. It’s entirely your business. I’m just telling you mine. Sometimes our business conflicts, but we’re all on the same side.”

Dierdre referred to the rap sheet. “This guy’s a two-bit grifter. He doesn’t kill people. He’s a con man.”

“He’s been busted a number of times and he doesn’t like it. Each time’s a harder fall. Maybe he didn’t want to stick around and get caught.”

“Oh,” Dierdre said sarcastically. “He’s sick of short prison terms so he decided he’d risk life?”

“We’re just starting to get the facts. They don’t all add up yet.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Anyway, I wanted to give you the heads-up.”

After Dino left, ADA Monahan sat staring at the rap sheet. She’d have to tell the DA about this new development. He wouldn’t want her prosecuting a case she couldn’t win, particularly one that might lay the office open to ridicule. A dismissal wouldn’t be a bar to future prosecution. If she let Herbie go, she could always charge him again.

ADA Monahan scowled and reached for the phone.