two idiots. Based on what her friends and family said about her flightiness, I can see Emily Knight doing something like that.”
“If you think it’s a dead end, don’t bother looking into it anymore.” Mooney took a bite of his pad thai.
“I don’t think it’s going anywhere, Sarge, but right now I feel like everything’s a dead end. We interviewed everyone on the list we got from New Balance and have nothing. What does it matter if Eunice can make a match to the mold if we can’t find the shoe?”
“I’ve checked local mailmen, milkmen, garbagemen, meter readers, census takers and paperboys. You name them and I’ve talked to them. None of them has a record and they all seemed genuine in what they told me. If we keep at it we’ll eventually make our own luck and get this guy.”
“I think I’ve gotten everything I’m going to get out of these missing-persons files,” Alves said.
“What about the sex offenders? Anything there?”
“I’ve got a good list of possibles, but it’s a long list. I ran their records, pulled their police reports and made a file for each guy.”
“We need to pay each one a visit,” Mooney said. “We can start in the morning. For now, why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You’ll probably feel better in the morning. New day, all that shit. I’ll stay here and look through those sex offender files.”
Alves gulped down one last mouthful of noodles and went for the door before Mooney could change his mind. When he turned back to say good night, Mooney was looking out over the lights of Ruggles Station and Northeastern University, eating the rest of the pad thai out of the carton.
CHAPTER 26
C onnie raised his glass above his head as the crew from the office gathered around him for a toast. What better way to end the week than to unwind at Doyle’s? One of Boston’s most historic bars, the walls were lined with pictures of famous local politicians: the Fitzgeralds, the Kennedys and former mayors Kevin White and Ray Flynn. The place was packed. The gang from the DA’s office had staked out their usual corner of the bar. “To Andi Norton, the best prosecutor-who’s-not-really-quite-yet-a-lawyer-but-still-managed-to-kick-some-serious-ass-in-court-this-week-by-keeping-a-jury-out-for-three-days-before-finally-getting-a-guilty-on-her-first-shot-at-putting-eight-in-the-box,” Connie said without taking a breath.
The room cheered.
“You were most excellent in court today!” Brendan shouted from behind the bar. Brendan had been tending bar at Doyle’s since he was hired as a prosecutor. Like all the bartenders at Doyle’s, he doubled as a bouncer. A lot of young prosecutors worked second jobs—one taught Irish step dancing, another sold real estate, a couple coached high school sports.
Connie glanced at Andi. She didn’t like being the center of attention, but he’d convinced her she needed to come out for a drink. She’d done a great job on her first trial and she had to let everyone congratulate her. It was tradition.
Mitch chanted “Speech! Speech! Speech!” and everyone joined in.
Andi put her glass down on the bar and stood up. “I want to thank you guys for being supportive.” She was showing class, being so humble. Especially with Nick and Mitch in the room. Lately, neither one could get a conviction. She really was a nice person, and Connie admired that about her. “You have made it fun to come to work. I only won this trial because of everything you taught me. Thanks.”
One more loud cheer from the group and they went back to their drinks. Andi worked her way over to Connie. He leaned in close to her and said, “I want you to know I’m proud of you. You really did a nice job. You don’t need to decide right now, but I want you to second-seat me on the Jesse Wilcox trial. I need your help doing some research for the motion to suppress too.”
Andi looked stunned. “Sounds great. Can we talk about
“If you think it’s a dead end, don’t bother looking into it anymore.” Mooney took a bite of his pad thai.
“I don’t think it’s going anywhere, Sarge, but right now I feel like everything’s a dead end. We interviewed everyone on the list we got from New Balance and have nothing. What does it matter if Eunice can make a match to the mold if we can’t find the shoe?”
“I’ve checked local mailmen, milkmen, garbagemen, meter readers, census takers and paperboys. You name them and I’ve talked to them. None of them has a record and they all seemed genuine in what they told me. If we keep at it we’ll eventually make our own luck and get this guy.”
“I think I’ve gotten everything I’m going to get out of these missing-persons files,” Alves said.
“What about the sex offenders? Anything there?”
“I’ve got a good list of possibles, but it’s a long list. I ran their records, pulled their police reports and made a file for each guy.”
“We need to pay each one a visit,” Mooney said. “We can start in the morning. For now, why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You’ll probably feel better in the morning. New day, all that shit. I’ll stay here and look through those sex offender files.”
Alves gulped down one last mouthful of noodles and went for the door before Mooney could change his mind. When he turned back to say good night, Mooney was looking out over the lights of Ruggles Station and Northeastern University, eating the rest of the pad thai out of the carton.
CHAPTER 26
C onnie raised his glass above his head as the crew from the office gathered around him for a toast. What better way to end the week than to unwind at Doyle’s? One of Boston’s most historic bars, the walls were lined with pictures of famous local politicians: the Fitzgeralds, the Kennedys and former mayors Kevin White and Ray Flynn. The place was packed. The gang from the DA’s office had staked out their usual corner of the bar. “To Andi Norton, the best prosecutor-who’s-not-really-quite-yet-a-lawyer-but-still-managed-to-kick-some-serious-ass-in-court-this-week-by-keeping-a-jury-out-for-three-days-before-finally-getting-a-guilty-on-her-first-shot-at-putting-eight-in-the-box,” Connie said without taking a breath.
The room cheered.
“You were most excellent in court today!” Brendan shouted from behind the bar. Brendan had been tending bar at Doyle’s since he was hired as a prosecutor. Like all the bartenders at Doyle’s, he doubled as a bouncer. A lot of young prosecutors worked second jobs—one taught Irish step dancing, another sold real estate, a couple coached high school sports.
Connie glanced at Andi. She didn’t like being the center of attention, but he’d convinced her she needed to come out for a drink. She’d done a great job on her first trial and she had to let everyone congratulate her. It was tradition.
Mitch chanted “Speech! Speech! Speech!” and everyone joined in.
Andi put her glass down on the bar and stood up. “I want to thank you guys for being supportive.” She was showing class, being so humble. Especially with Nick and Mitch in the room. Lately, neither one could get a conviction. She really was a nice person, and Connie admired that about her. “You have made it fun to come to work. I only won this trial because of everything you taught me. Thanks.”
One more loud cheer from the group and they went back to their drinks. Andi worked her way over to Connie. He leaned in close to her and said, “I want you to know I’m proud of you. You really did a nice job. You don’t need to decide right now, but I want you to second-seat me on the Jesse Wilcox trial. I need your help doing some research for the motion to suppress too.”
Andi looked stunned. “Sounds great. Can we talk about
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