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“Not likely. He’s in Kiner Memorial, currently circling the drain.”
“Tolliver making a clean breast was sort of like locking the barn door after the horse was stolen, wouldn’t you say?”
“Maybe yes, maybe no. Tolliver claims he fessed up in February, days after he got his terminal diagnosis. Nothing happened. Then, after Duffrey was killed, Tolliver went to Buckeye Brandon, aka the outlaw of the airwaves. ADA Allen says it’s all attention-seeking bullshit.”
“What do you think?”
“I think Tolliver makes a degree of sense. He claims he only wanted Duffrey to do a couple of years. Said Duffrey going on the Registry would be the real punishment.”
Izzy understands. Duffrey would have been forbidden to reside in or near child safety zones—schools, playgrounds, public parks. Forbidden to communicate with minors by text, other than his own children. Forbidden to have pornographic magazines or access porn online. Have to inform his supervising officer of an address change. Being on the National Sex Offender Registry was a life sentence.
If he had lived, that was.
Lewis leans forward. “Blackstone Rule aside, which really doesn’t make much sense, at least to me, do we have to worry about this Wilson guy? Is it a threat or empty bullshit? What do you say?”
“Can I think it over?”
“Of course. Later. What does your gut tell you right now? It stays in this office.”
Izzy considers. She could ask Lew if Chief Patmore has weighed in, but that’s not how Izzy rolls.
“He’s crazy, but he’s not quoting the Bible orThe Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Not suffering Tin Hat Syndrome. Could be a crank. If it isn’t, it’s someone to worry about. Probably someone close to Duffrey. I’d say his wife or kids, but he didn’t have either.”
“A loner,” Lewis says. “Allen made a big deal of that at the trial.”
Izzy and Tom both know Doug Allen, one of the Buckeye County ADAs. Izzy’s partner calls Allen a Hungry Hungry Hippo, after a board game Tom’s children like. Ambitious, in other words. Which also suggests Tolliver may have been telling the truth. Ambitious ADAs don’t like to see convictions overturned.
“Duffrey wasn’t married, but what about a partner?”
“Nope, and if he was gay, he was in the closet.Deepin the closet. No rumors. Chief loan officer at First Lake City Bank. And we’reassumingit’s Duffrey this guy’s talking about, but without a specific name…”
“It could be someone else.”
“Could be, but unlikely. I want you and Atta to talk to Cary Tolliver, assuming he’s still in the land of the living. Talk toallDuffrey’s known associates, at the bank and elsewhere. Talk to the guy who defended Duffrey. Gethislist of known associates. If he did his job, he’ll know everyone Duffrey knew.”
Izzy smiles. “I suspect you wanted a second opinion that echoes what you already decided.”
“Give yourself some credit. I wanted the second opinion of Isabelle Jaynes, ace detective.”
“If it’s an ace detective you want, you should call Holly Gibney. I can give you her number.”
Lewis lowers his foot to the floor. “We haven’t sunk to the level of outsourcing our investigations yet. Tell me whatyouthink.”
Izzy taps the envelope. “I think this guy could be the real deal. ‘The innocent should be punished for the needless death of an innocent’? It might make sense to a nut, but to a sane person? I don’t think so.”
Lewis sighs. “The really dangerous ones, the ones who are crazy and not crazy at the same time, they give me nightmares. Timothy McVeigh killed over a hundred and fifty people in the Murrah Building and was perfectly rational. Called the little kids who died in the daycare collateral damage. Who’s more innocent than a bunch of kids?”
“So you think this is real.”
“Maybereal. I want you and Atta to spend some time on it. See if you can find someone so outraged by Duffrey’s death—”
“Or so heartbroken.”
“Sure, that too. Find someone mad enough—I mean it both ways—to make a threat like this.”
“Why thirteen innocent and one guilty, I wonder? Is that a total of fourteen, or is the guilty one of the thirteen?”
Lewis shakes his head. “No idea. He could have picked the number out of a hat.”