Page 86 of In Cold Blood
“I want to see that footage. Anything else?”
“That’s it.”
“One vehicle. No others before or after?”
“Apparently not. I mean within that timeframe. Of course, there was traffic to and from before and following the murder but it was minor, just a few RVs.”
“Did they get a license plate?”
“No. The footage captures it from a side angle. Do you think the FBI will be able to offer a little more?”
“Maybe they can narrow down the make, model, and year.” He blew out his cheeks and took a sip of his drink. “And prints?”
“Nothing was gathered so far. I’ll have them get on that immediately though.”
“It’s a pity we don’t have enough to get a search warrant on this place,” he muttered. “You think you can find out if Luke requested one?”
“Yeah. I’ll check.”
Noah leaned back in his seat. Callie eyed him as she ran her finger around the top of her glass. “You told Hendrix that Parish wanted to show you something on the night he was jumped. He never told you what?”
“No. I was going to ask you if he called you.”
“That’s what’s odd. He didn’t call.”
“It seems premature.”
“What does?” she asked.
“He’s here to investigate. But that would have taken time. Parish had barely gotten his feet wet. Now unless he stumbled onto something that could have broken the case wide open I can’t see why…” He looked at her.
“Why what?” Callie asked.
“Why he would contact me? I’m the last person he would trust. When he called me that night, I thought he was trying to set me up, you know, push my buttons in the hopes I might lash out or… I don’t know, make me come out there for nothing.”
“Would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Have lashed out?”
He shrugged. “Back in the day. Maybe. I was younger then. Now. It’s been too many years. I don’t hold a grudge forever.”
“But you didn’t like seeing him here.”
“Of course not. But at the end of the day, he’s one of us. Regardless of what I thought of him, he would have done his job. Sending off the footage of the vehicle to the FBI was him making sure he left no stone unturned.” He took a bite out of one of his wings. “Yet, I don’t get it. Damn it. I wish I knew what he’d found out.” He paused for a second. “His notes and files, you have those?”
“I do. They’re back at the office.”
“I’d like to see them this evening.”
Callie nodded, studying him.
“Have you visited him at the hospital?” Noah asked.
“No. But from what I heard, he’s in a medically induced coma. It could be a few days before they bring him out. Just until the swelling subsides.”
Right then someone caught his eye.
