someone who came to work on a Sunday to take the rest of the day off.
“Gee,” Bud replied, “thanks.”
He sent Deborah a text: Hello, Deborah, this is your detective just saying hello . As he prepared to leave, his eye caught the bouncer, Bruce Roberts, being handed a bill discreetly on the tape. “Roll it back ten seconds Bob.” The video ran again. “Stop!” It was a $100 bill being slipped into his hand. Bud called Paul back and told him he needed to bring in Bruce Roberts as well on Monday.
The detective asked Bob to play it again after his call to Paul ended. He moved in closer to the screen as he spoke to it, saying, “What the fish is going on?” Bud had been working hard on the use of his language since Lindsey's influence on him and the Jesus Calling book. He began to substitute the word fish whenever he really wanted to say the other four-letter word. He would slip at times, but he was aware and tried hard. He stayed for another ten minutes looking at the films again and asked Bob to have them aligned up from all three clubs running based on the same time from 8:00 pm on for Monday. He was hoping to see one common denominator of all three clubs.
As he walked through the Priority 1 area to collect some things from his desk, he sent Deborah another text asking if he could see her in an hour. As always she answered him within a minute; she could punch the keys as fast as he read. See you in an hour, she wrote back . It will be nice to see you outside of work again . Bud smiled, but he was glad Deborah wasn't there to see the confused look on his face as he struggled to convince himself whether it was pleasure or work. He smiled again when he decided it was a combination of both. He left the building in a good mood, feeling confident this was about a serial killer and not about Deborah.
Paul didn't want to wait until Monday to find out why Bruce Roberts was slipped a $100 bill. He knew Bud was meeting Deborah in an hour, so he called Lynagh and Healey to question him first. He looked at Hansen and told him to go home for the evening but to take Wyatt and pick up the DJs from the clubs Monday morning and bring them down to headquarters. Paul would normally send a text to O'Malley, but the senior detective was not the greatest at utilizing BlackBerries and iPhones. When O'Malley picked up Detective Powers's call, he was told to get with the city detectives to coordinate bringing the DJ who worked the Skyline to headquarters. O'Malley was already won over by Paul Powers's ability to run an investigation and had resigned himself to being an integral part of a Priority 1 investigation now known by the name Paul assigned to it, the Music Club Murders. He made his calls to set up the pickup for the next day. He had already decided to bring in both the DJ and his setup man who was responsible for the equipment and insuring all the electronics ran smoothly in case there was a need.
Lynagh and Healey were parked on Cliff Road by the dead-end circle three-quarters of the way around facing south so they could see anyone driving toward the house and have the harbor in back of them.
The time spent waiting for Bud to pick up Deborah was not even noticed as George Lynagh said, “Do you miss the girl?”
Justin Healey looked over at his partner and immediately knew who he meant.
“Yes,” he said, “I do miss her. I wanted to see her grow up; I wanted her to tell us all the things that she has remembered forever. I wanted to see her and Bud go at it with each other while not having to worry about her life at the same time, but most of all I would have liked to be a part of her life. I became very fond of her.” He hesitated for a moment as he looked around searching for words. “Here we are less than a half mile from her house, and both Bud and I haven't seen her in well over a year. I understand the parents' wishes, I do. She doesn't need to be reminded of what happened as a twelve-year-old.”
His voice
“Gee,” Bud replied, “thanks.”
He sent Deborah a text: Hello, Deborah, this is your detective just saying hello . As he prepared to leave, his eye caught the bouncer, Bruce Roberts, being handed a bill discreetly on the tape. “Roll it back ten seconds Bob.” The video ran again. “Stop!” It was a $100 bill being slipped into his hand. Bud called Paul back and told him he needed to bring in Bruce Roberts as well on Monday.
The detective asked Bob to play it again after his call to Paul ended. He moved in closer to the screen as he spoke to it, saying, “What the fish is going on?” Bud had been working hard on the use of his language since Lindsey's influence on him and the Jesus Calling book. He began to substitute the word fish whenever he really wanted to say the other four-letter word. He would slip at times, but he was aware and tried hard. He stayed for another ten minutes looking at the films again and asked Bob to have them aligned up from all three clubs running based on the same time from 8:00 pm on for Monday. He was hoping to see one common denominator of all three clubs.
As he walked through the Priority 1 area to collect some things from his desk, he sent Deborah another text asking if he could see her in an hour. As always she answered him within a minute; she could punch the keys as fast as he read. See you in an hour, she wrote back . It will be nice to see you outside of work again . Bud smiled, but he was glad Deborah wasn't there to see the confused look on his face as he struggled to convince himself whether it was pleasure or work. He smiled again when he decided it was a combination of both. He left the building in a good mood, feeling confident this was about a serial killer and not about Deborah.
Paul didn't want to wait until Monday to find out why Bruce Roberts was slipped a $100 bill. He knew Bud was meeting Deborah in an hour, so he called Lynagh and Healey to question him first. He looked at Hansen and told him to go home for the evening but to take Wyatt and pick up the DJs from the clubs Monday morning and bring them down to headquarters. Paul would normally send a text to O'Malley, but the senior detective was not the greatest at utilizing BlackBerries and iPhones. When O'Malley picked up Detective Powers's call, he was told to get with the city detectives to coordinate bringing the DJ who worked the Skyline to headquarters. O'Malley was already won over by Paul Powers's ability to run an investigation and had resigned himself to being an integral part of a Priority 1 investigation now known by the name Paul assigned to it, the Music Club Murders. He made his calls to set up the pickup for the next day. He had already decided to bring in both the DJ and his setup man who was responsible for the equipment and insuring all the electronics ran smoothly in case there was a need.
Lynagh and Healey were parked on Cliff Road by the dead-end circle three-quarters of the way around facing south so they could see anyone driving toward the house and have the harbor in back of them.
The time spent waiting for Bud to pick up Deborah was not even noticed as George Lynagh said, “Do you miss the girl?”
Justin Healey looked over at his partner and immediately knew who he meant.
“Yes,” he said, “I do miss her. I wanted to see her grow up; I wanted her to tell us all the things that she has remembered forever. I wanted to see her and Bud go at it with each other while not having to worry about her life at the same time, but most of all I would have liked to be a part of her life. I became very fond of her.” He hesitated for a moment as he looked around searching for words. “Here we are less than a half mile from her house, and both Bud and I haven't seen her in well over a year. I understand the parents' wishes, I do. She doesn't need to be reminded of what happened as a twelve-year-old.”
His voice
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