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  Half an hour later, King was back. A willing judge had signed the order and the search would commence immediately. King had given the investigators instructions to make an inspection of the truck their first priority and report back to him ASAP.

  “Let’s talk to Shaft,” Hank said. “If CSI finds what I think they’re going to, it won’t take them long.”

  Hank had Shaft brought up to the interview room. He gathered up the folders from his desk and he and King went down the hall and entered the room.

  Rocky Shaft scowled and glared up at Hank. “This is a load of crap,” he said. “That woman pushed me too far.”

  “From what I understand, you’re the one who did the pushing,” Hank said, as he took a seat and dropped the folders on the metal table.

  “Sure I did. But she’s not hurt in the least. Maybe her pride, but I’m the victim here.” Shaft leaned back, folded his arms, and shook his head in frustration. “Maybe you should arrest her.”

  “How are you a victim?” King asked, leaning in.

  “She accused me of killing my brother.”

  “Did you?”

  Shaft gave King a black look then glared at Hank. “I can sue her for slander.”

  Hank shrugged. “That’s up to you, but we can’t arrest her for that. It’s a civil matter and you’ll have to work that out with your lawyer.”

  “I don’t need a lawyer.” He spoke in a loud voice, the extra effort causing him to hold his side and grimace. He was obviously in some discomfort.

  “You might need a lawyer after this,” Hank said. “If the crown pursues assault charges, they can do so without Lisa’s approval.”

  “It’s all bogus,” Shaft said. He leaned forward and spoke in a calmer voice. “Can’t you see that?”

  “Maybe it is,” King said. “But murder isn’t.” He paused as his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, looked at the caller ID, and grinned. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

  Hank leafed through the folders as Shaft watched him curiously. Finally, the suspect spoke. “What’s in those folders you keep looking at?”

  “Evidence,” Hank said.

  “What kind of evidence?”

  Hank didn’t answer. He continued to study the papers as he waited for King.

  Finally, the door opened and King stepped in. Hank saw the good news on the detective’s face as he took a seat beside Hank, leaned forward, and placed his arms on the desk.

  “Can you tell me how Michael Norton’s blood got into the back of your truck?” King asked.

  Shaft looked bewildered and he stared at King. “What’re you talking about?”

  King leaned in and pointed a finger at the suspect. “You murdered Michael Norton, dragged him to a spot by the railroad tracks, and dumped him there.”

  “And we have the rope,” Hank said, and looked at King. King nodded and Hank continued, “You tied him up and killed him. We found the rope in the back of your truck along with traces of Norton’s blood.”

  Shaft narrowed his eyes. “What right have you to search my truck? You’re making this all up.”

  “I’m afraid not,” King said. “We got a warrant to seize your truck and search the house.”

  Hank picked up a sheet of paper from the folder. “You made a withdrawal for six thousand dollars cash from your bank account on Tuesday morning. We know the money was to pay off the hitman.”

  “You’re both crazy,” Shaft said. “I didn’t hire a hitman and you can’t prove otherwise.”

  “What was the money for then?” King asked.

  Shaft sat back, folded his arms, then winced and held his ribs. “It was to pay off a gambling debt.”

  “Can you prove that? Who’d you pay off?”

  “My bookie. And no, I can’t prove it.”

  “And you have no alibi for the time of either murder,” Hank added.

  “I told you where I was before.”

  “Yes, you did. When your brother was murdered you were home alone. And when Norton was murdered you claimed to be at a restaurant. We checked. Nobody remembers you there.”

  Shaft’s eyes flared and he slammed a fist on the table. Then he closed his eyes a moment, took a deep breath, and spoke quietly. “I think I need a lawyer now.”

  Chapter 43

  Thursday, 7:20 p.m.

  JAKE FINISHED WIPING down the Firebird, pulled it into the garage, and shut the overhead door. He didn’t like to leave his baby outside overnight; you never know what the weather would be like.

  He went through the door into the kitchen and found Annie at the table helping Matty with his homework. They were working on some math problems, and Annie was showing him how to figure out the answer without the aid of a calculator.

  “I’m exercising my brain,” Matty said. “Mom says it’s important, and I guess she’s right. It’s a lot harder, though.”

  “Your mother’s right,” Jake said.

  Matty yawned and faked a pout. “Are we done yet?”

  “Just a few more,” his mother said.

  “How many’s a few?”

  Annie laughed. “Do three more. If you get them right then you can watch TV.”

  Matty sighed, his shoulders slumping, and chewed on the end of a pencil as he attacked the next problem.

  The doorbell rang and Jake went to the door. It was Hank. “I’m on my way home,” the cop said. “Thought I would drop by and see what’s going on with you two.”

  “Annie and Matty are in the kitchen. Come on in,” Jake said.

  Hank followed Jake in, greeted Annie, and gave Matty a fist bump. “What’re you working on there?”

  “It’s math,” Matty said. “Boring stuff.”

  “Sure it’s boring,” Hank said. “But when you need it, it can be fun.”

  Matty dropped the pencil and looked at Hank. “Fun? How?”

  Hank laughed. “Okay. Maybe not fun, but useful.”

  Matty sighed and went back to work.

  “Anything new with you guys?” Hank asked, looking back and forth between Jake and Annie.

  “Not a lot,” Jake said, as he sat. “My ribs are feeling better.” He touched his side and twisted in his seat to prove it. “I might be a little stiff in the morning, but I think I’ll live.”

  “Can’t say as much for Rocky Shaft. He’s still in pain.” Hank grinned. “Oh, by the way, we arrested him. Charged him with first degree murder in the death of Michael Norton.”

  The Lincolns listened intently as Hank described the assault on Lisa and the discovery of the rope and blood in Shaft’s vehicle.

  “So that’s it?” Annie asked. “You have it wrapped up?”

  “Not quite,” Hank said. “We still have nothing on him in the murder of his brother. It still looks like Norton killed Werner Shaft. I’m presuming Rocky Shaft then killed Norton in revenge.”

  “It’s all too neatly wrapped up,” Jake said, shaking his head. “I’m not so convinced Shaft is dumb enough to leave such damning evidence laying around.”

  “Frankly, I’m not convinced either,” Hank said. “But we have no choice other than to follow the evidence.”

  Matty listened intently, twiddling the pencil between his fingers. “Did you catch a bad guy, Uncle Hank?”

  Hank chuckled. “It looks like it, Matty.”

  Annie leaned forward. “Matty, finish your homework, please.” She turned to the cop. “Hank, I went to see Sharon Stipple today. That’s the Norton’s next door neighbor. I showed her a photo of Werner Shaft. She told me she saw him having a beer with Norton in their back yard.”

  Matty’s head was down, his homework forgotten as his wide eyes peeked up.

  “We always assumed there was more to their relationship than their wives let on,” Hank said. “It doesn’t prove anything.”

  “It proves somebody’s lying,” Jake said. “If they lie about one thing, we can’t believe much else they say.”

  “And what about the money?
” Annie asked. “Any luck in finding that?”

  Hank shook his head. “Rocky Shaft still denies all knowledge of it, and the other two are dead. It might never show up.” Hank sat back and crossed his arms. “We had a tail on him until he was arrested, and he never made a suspicious move. And when they searched Shaft’s apartment downstairs, nothing of interest showed up. No money. No weapons. Nothing.”

  “Just in his truck,” Jake added.

  “So if what you assume is true, and there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Hank said. “Who framed Shaft?”

  “Maria Shaft? Maybe Tammy Norton, or how about the guy who cracked Shaft’s ribs?” Jake touched his side. “And almost cracked mine.”

  “Stanley Asher,” Hank said. “Nope. He’s got a solid alibi for both murders.”

  “You’ve ruled out the drug dealers, Hank?” Annie asked.

  “Not a hundred per cent. But I can’t find anything on them.”

  “I assume you still haven’t located Norton’s car,” Jake said.

  “Nope. When Shaft killed Norton—or whoever did, he disposed of it somewhere. So far it’s eluded us.”

  “Something doesn’t add up,” Annie said. “If Shaft killed Norton, why’d he tie him up first? Why not shoot him on the spot?”

  “He had to have been holding him for a while,” Hank said.

  “Why?”

  Hank thought a moment. “Maybe so he could frame Norton for the murder of Werner Shaft before he killed him.”

  “If that’s correct,” Jake said. “And Rocky Shaft is smart enough to do all that, then his last stupid move was to leave evidence in his truck? Makes no sense to me.”

  Hank chuckled. “Seems like we’ve been over all this before, and yet the evidence circles back to Rocky Shaft. Don’t forget, he’s hotheaded, and he was stupid enough to assault Lisa Krunk. Perhaps his anger got the better of him more than once.”

  “Good point,” Jake said, but he wasn’t so sure.

  Hank yawned and stood. “I guess I’ll get going. I want to drop by and see Amelia for a while, and then get to bed early. It’s been a long day.”

  “See you later, Uncle Hank.”

  “Later, Matty.”

  Jake stood, saw Hank to the door, watched until the cop drove away, and then went back to the kitchen.

  “Do you think this case is wrapped up?” Annie asked Jake, as he sat at the table.

  “I have my doubts.”

  “Me too.”

  Chapter 44

  DAY 5 - Friday, 8:40 a.m.

  ANNIE HUSTLED MATTY off to school, cleaned up the kitchen, and went into the living room to enjoy her second cup of coffee for the day.

  She heard the Firebird roar in the garage and the overhead door whined open. Jake was off to get something done to his car—she wasn’t sure what it was and didn’t ask. The house was all hers for now and she intended to catch up on some reading.

  She settled into the armchair, curling her legs underneath, picked up her book from the stand beside her chair, and opened it at the bookmark.

  Lately she had been delving into the world of crime scene investigation, studying one of the many books on law enforcement that filled the bulging bookcase beside the fireplace.

  Before she could finish the first page, her cell phone rang. She tucked the bookmark back in, put the book in her lap, and looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.

  She answered the phone. It was Tammy Norton returning her earlier call.

  “I want to drop by your house if possible,” Annie said. “I’d like to talk to you regarding Rocky Shaft.”

  Tammy hesitated. “How about right now? I don’t have to be at work until this afternoon.”

  Annie told her she’d be there shortly and hung up. She had some pointed questions to ask, and was sure Tammy knew more about Rocky Shaft’s involvement than she let on. Perhaps Tammy feared for her safety, but now that Shaft was arrested and almost certain to be convicted, her worries should be over.

  She got her handbag and car keys from the kitchen, propped a note for Jake against the coffee pot, and hurried out to her car.

  A few minutes later, she pulled to the curb in front of the Norton house and got out. She wondered who was responsible for taking care of the upkeep of this rundown property. It looked like it needed a thorough makeover.

  Tammy’s Ford Probe wasn’t parked in its usual spot in the driveway. Annie assumed it was in the single-car garage attached to one side of the house.

  She went up the pathway to the front porch and rang the bell. In a moment, Tammy opened the door, a pleasant smile on her face, and invited her in.

  Annie stepped inside, followed the woman, and took a seat on the couch, laying her handbag beside her. She watched as Tammy sat in the armchair, leaning forward slightly, her hands in her lap.

  Annie spoke. “How’re you making out? I know this has been hard on you.”

  Tammy sighed. “Very hard, but I think I’ll be okay.” Her eyes roved around the room. “This place seems so empty without him, though.”

  “I know exactly what you mean,” Annie said. “If you need anything you can always call me. Even just to talk.”

  “Thank you,” Tammy said. “I might take you up on that. Things do get rather lonely sometimes. Especially lately.” She sighed deeply and lowered her head. “I only wish things could’ve been different.”

  Annie looked at the young widow and felt compassion. It was always hard to find the right words at a time like this.

  Dispensing with more small talk, Annie said, “I don’t know if you’ve heard. Rocky Shaft was arrested last night.”

  Tammy caught her breath. “I hadn’t heard.” She narrowed her eyes. “He killed my husband. I know that. Is that what he was arrested for?”

  Annie nodded. “They found some evidence. Enough to charge him with first degree murder.”

  “That’s a relief,” Tammy said. “I don’t know why it took them so long, but I’ll be glad when it’s all over. It’s been a nightmare, that’s for sure.”

  Annie smiled and looked at her handbag. Her cell phone was ringing. She smiled weakly at Tammy. “I should take this,” she said. She removed her cell from her bag and looked at the caller ID.

  It was Geekly. In order for him to call back so soon he must have some good news for her.

  “Hi, Jeremiah,” Annie said. “I’ve been expecting your call.”

  “Greetings, Annie,” he said. “It’s good to talk to you again. How’s Jake?”

  “Jake’s doing good.” She looked at Tammy. “I’m with someone right now so I don’t have a lot of time to talk. I’ll make sure to call you later.” She paused. “Give me a quick rundown of what you found.”

  “Will do,” Geekly said. “I had a chance to go over the stuff you sent me this morning and I have some interesting data to share.”

  “I assumed that.”

  “It’s a good thing you labeled all the files,” Geekly said. “It helped me keep everything straight.”

  Annie held up a finger toward Tammy and whispered, “I’ll only be a minute.” She spoke into the phone. “What did you find?”

  “I think the most important thing is the recording of the phone call from Michael Norton to you.”

  “Yes.”

  “I know you only wanted me to analyze it for background sounds, but I noticed something peculiar.”

  “Spill it out, Geekly,” Annie said.

  “I did hear a background sound. It seemed to be a dog barking.”

  “A dog? I didn’t hear a dog on the recording, and I played the call back several times,” Annie said.

  “It was faint and it took me some time to isolate it. But it didn’t sound right. It sounded to me like a voice changer was being used. A voice changer can alter the pitch and timbre of the user’s voice to either make them sound like someone else or to disguise their voice and perform changes in real-time. So I adjusted the tone, pitch, and timbre of the recording using special soft
ware until the bark sounded normal.”

  “And?”

  “And I ended up with a totally different voice.”

  Annie gasped.

  “I got curious, so I compared acoustic patterns and speaking style using a series of verification processes and pattern matching algorithms and found a conclusive match on one of the other recordings in the folder you sent me.”

  “Yes?”

  “The voice on the recording matched the file named, Tammy Norton.”

  Annie swallowed hard, finding it difficult to breathe. “Thanks, Geekly. That’s all I need for now.” She paused and thought quickly. “Let Jake know the news.” She hung up the phone slowly. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her throat was dry, and her hands trembled.

  The truth was hitting her, and hitting her hard. If the phone call wasn’t from Michael Norton, but rather from Tammy, then everything on the call was a lie. Everything was staged for her benefit. There could only be one reason for the deception—to throw suspicion onto Rocky Shaft.

  And away from Tammy Norton.

  That meant Tammy was aware of the robbery and might even have been part of it.

  And that meant Tammy Norton might’ve killed either her own husband, or Werner Shaft—or both. It was the only thing that fit.

  She was sure now. Tammy Norton killed Werner Shaft, framed her own husband for the murder, then killed him and framed Rocky Shaft. It was foolproof except for one thing. Tammy didn’t know Lincoln Investigations recorded all phone calls in and out of the office landline.

  Tammy eyed her curiously. “Is everything all right?”

  “Yes. Everything is fine,” Annie said, faking a smile.

  “You don’t look so good.”

  “May I use your washroom?” Annie asked. She had to get away and call 9-1-1. She couldn’t do it in front of Tammy. The telltale tone of the emergency phone number would be recognized by anyone.

  Tammy motioned toward the hallway. “Down there. Second door on your left.”