Page 106 of Love Undecided
Chapter 47
Kat
“I think we need to stakeout the school,” I tell Bauer.
“Hang on, Cookie. We need to figure out who the guy is first. Then we need probable cause. Then we can try to find him.” He pauses to take a sip of coffee. Then grimaces at the taste.
“I’ll get you fresh coffee, you figure out who this guy is so we can have a stakeout,” I tell Bauer.
There’s no fresh coffee in the break room. So I make a fresh pot, feeling very helpful now that I'm solving cases and making coffee. I text Brad as I wait for the coffee to brew.
Me: Guess who had a feeling and pretty much broke the case wide open?
Brad: Bates?
Me: Ha. No. And it’s Bauer. You know that.
Me: But not Bauer who broke the case wide open. That was ME!
Brad: I never had a doubt, beautiful. So, who is it?
Me: Who’s who?
Brad: Who’s the bad guy? What’s his name?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. We still have to figure that out.
Brad: So, really you just put a little crack in the case? And not broke it wide open.
Me: Whatever. Shut up. I have to go, I’m very busy.
Brad: I love you, baby.
Me: Uh huh.
Brad: Be safe.
I get back to the room with Bauer’s coffee, and a cup for me.
“Cancel the coffee order, Cookie. We gotta go. I’ve got a name.”
“You’ve got a name? Like who the guy is? Already? How?”
“Anonymous tip.”
“Anonymous tip? Don’t we get like hundreds of tips, what makes you think that this one is legit?”
“We won’t know for certain until we catch him. But there was something different about the tip, something different about his voice and the way the tip was left. Most tippers want to self-aggrandize and make more out of their tip than it is. This guy left his tip very quickly: the guys first name, Gil, and that he was going to take another girl today, then he hung up. But, when we ran the name through the database guess what came up?”
“What?”
“One Gil Iverson. Groundskeeper. Sail Point Middle School.”
“Ohmigod, I was right!?”
“Did you doubt that you were right?”
“Always.”
“Well, good thing for you, Sherman never doubts that you’re right.”
Sherman pokes his head into the doorway. “Let’s go, we’ve got an address and a warrant.”
The criminal defense attorney in me is always amazed at how quickly the bureaucracy in the police department can move when it really wants to.
