picked up the bag of shrimp. At least heâd have something to take back to Margaret for dinner. He started to the door.
âYouâre the first, you know,â she said.
âThe first what?â
âThe first cop I told this to.â
Louis stepped back toward the woman. âDid the sheriffâs deputies come talk to you?â
âThey talked to me. But I didnât talk to them.â
âWhy not?â
She smiled. âThey didnât buy my jumbos.â
Chapter Fourteen
Louis walked in the door to the Sereno Key station and paused, looking around for somewhere to put the shrimp. Greg Candy looked up from his desk, spotting the bag in Louisâs hand.
âThose look good. Whereâd you get them?â he asked.
âFrom the shrimp woman at the wharf. Cost me forty-five bucks to find out Quick stopped there after his fishing trip. You guys got a fridge?â Louis asked.
âYeah.â Candy came forward and took them from Louis.
Louis headed toward the bathroom to wash his hands. He walked into Wainwrightâs office, still drying them. He stopped short at the door. Wainwright was seated at his desk and two black men stood in front of him, both in dark suits and ties. The taller of the two was slender and bald, with an earring in his right ear. The other one was built like a wrestler.
Wainwright caught Louisâs eye and waved him in.
âKincaid, this is Oscar Mills,â Wainwright said, motioning toward the taller one. âAnd Wallace Seaver. Southwest Florida NAACP. Gentlemen, Louis Kincaid.â
Mills looked back at Wainwright. âAnd his position is?â
âConsultant.â
Seaver and Mills gave Louis the once-over as he came farther into the room.
Wainwright handed Louis a newspaper, folded to an inside page. Louis scanned it quickly. It was an editorial that took all the local law enforcement agencies to task for their failure to officially acknowledge the two murders as hate crimes.
Louis looked back at Seaver and Mills. âI see their point,â he said. âBut right now, weâre not sure what weâre looking at.â
âThe chief already made that point,â Mills said. âWe disagree.â
Louis glanced at Wainwright.
âWeâre doing all we can,â Wainwright said. âWeâve committed as much manpower as we can to the case, and weâve got a couple of solid leads weâre pursuing.â
It wasnât true. They didnât have anything really, and Louis resisted the urge to look at Wainwright again.
âWeâre not here to bust your chops, Chief,â Mills said. âWeâre here to offer our help.â
âHow?â Wainwright asked.
Mills set his briefcase on the desk and withdrew a file. He held it out to Louis, who stepped forward to take it. It was filled with computer sheets, mailing lists, bad copies of white supremacist literature, and photos of white men.
âWeâve compiled this over the last few years,â Mills said. âWe like to know whoâs hiding under the proverbial rocks, if you get my meaning. There are a hundred and five names there, all confirmed to be members of various white power organizations or convicted of race-related crimes.â
Louis looked up from the file, glancing at Wainwright. He looked mildly annoyed.
âHave you shown this file to anyone else?â Louis asked Mills.
âNo. We hoped you would act on it first. We donât want to have to release these menâs names to the media. But we will if we have to.â
Louis stared at Mills. âTheyâre not suspects yet, Mr. Mills,â he said. âAt least not in these murders.â
âWe just want you to do your job.â
Louis glanced at Wainwright. It was obvious Wainwright was going to let him take the lead on this.
âWeâll check into all of them. You have our word,â Louis said.
Mills nodded and snapped his briefcase
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