“And Bobby did the same thing?”
“Bunny. Well, no. He doesn’t get mail, I guess, just flyers, and he would look at anything with his name on it suspiciously. You know, the ‘how did someone find my address?’ kind of suspicion. He thought getting these things in a plain envelope was weird.”
I couldn’t see Ray over the phone and he couldn’t see me. This was a good thing because it meant I could lie around in old T-shirts and baggy shorts and keep my hair pulled back in a shaggy ponytail. I didn’t have to have a pedicure every month, as my sisters advised. It was the one good thing about having a significant other one thousand, six hundred and forty-one kilometres away. He could imagine me any way he wanted and vice versa.
Sometimes we were right about each other. At that exact moment, I knew he was scrunching up his face.
“And this ‘Bunny’ doesn’t have them.”
“His wife is crazy clean. They’re gone.”
“You sure they’re gone? You should get the local boys to go over and search his house.”
“Are you kidding? I can’t do that to Bunny. Okay, he’s been a burglar most of his adult life and probably when he was a child too, now that I think of it. But he can’t have the cops traipsing all over his house. What if they found something incriminating?”
After a significant pause, Ray finally spoke again. “You know something? I have to put the cat out now. How about I bang my head on the sidewalk a few times while I’m outside?”
“See that’s the problem, Ray. You’re a cop. It colours the way you look at the world. I’m a lawyer. Bunny was my legal aid client for years. I’m attached to him. I can’t traumatize him. Also, you don’t have a cat.”
A strange noise drifted over the line.
“Are you laughing? Ray? Cut that out. Oh, gotta go. It looks like Leonard Mombourquette’s calling on the other line. I’ve been leaving messages for him all night. It’ll be about the dead lawyer.”
“Call me back right away. We have to work out the details about the girls.”
“The girls?”
“Brittany and Ashley. Don’t turn everything into a game, Camilla.”
Details about the girls? The very mention of Ray’s teenage daughters was enough to make me edgy. Possibly because they both hate me.
“Sure thing.” I didn’t want Mombourquette to hang up.
“Don’t forget.”
“Yup.”
I picked up Mombourquette’s call. “What’s happening, Leonard?” I’d been trying to reach him at home and on his cell and later at my friend Elaine Ekstein’s place because he still hadn’t called me back.
“If I tell you, will you stop calling?” he said. I thought I could hear Elaine squawking in the background.
I said, “Any luck?”
“It looks like your man Rollie was shot with a small calibre weapon. No ballistics results yet. This is not public knowledge, so if you tell anyone else, I’m coming after you.”
“A small calibre weapon. Of course, that doesn’t mean much. I don’t actually know anybody with a gun.”
“Oh, come on. You were a legal aid lawyer long enough. Everyone you dealt with had a gun. Hey, now your boyfriend even has one.”
“Don’t creep me out. I have trouble with the cop thing. So was there anything else?”
“It’s not enough that the guy was shot and tossed off a boat? You wanted him garroted too?”
“Was he garroted?”
“No. We actually don’t get a lot of garroting around here. But two out of three ain’t bad.”
“Aren’t you playful tonight, Leonard? Was he bound?”
“What, you think there’s a sexual component to this?”
“Ew. With Rollie Thorsten? That just makes my skin crawl. So if he was found in the middle of the Rideau, he must have been taken there on a boat. I was just wondering who he might get close to who might have a boat and might also have a gun. My point is just that it would be easy to narrow that down. Guys with guns and boats.”
“Try to be a bit more politically correct, Camilla. Maybe women with guns and boats. Now, you want to tell me how come you asked about the fact that he was shot?”
“Do I have to?”
“Let’s see. I’m Major Crimes, there’s a killing with information known only to the killer, the police and the staff at the morgue. Hmm. So, in short, yes, you have to tell me.”
“Fine, but you won’t like it.”
“Try me.”
“I got a lawyer joke in the mail.”
“Do I have to come over there and question you?”
“It’s true. You know that old one, ‘How do you keep a lawyer from drowning? Shoot him before he hits the water.’”
“You got this joke, and that caused you to think that someone might have shot Rollie Thorsten?”
“I was hoping these jokes were irrelevant.”
“These jokes?”
“I’ve had a few of them. Anyway, it turns out the next day a name comes in an envelope. Alvin has been just throwing the names away or Gussie’s been eating them. He didn’t make the connection between the names and the jokes. But this is the third time it’s happened. After we get each joke, someone connected with the legal community dies.”
“Huh? So somebody’s killing lawyers and sending jokes? Or sending jokes and then killing lawyers?”
“Yeah. Don’t get upset.”
“Are you kidding? I love the idea. Hey, listen to this, Elaine.” A squeal in the background drifted over the line. “Elaine does too.”
The dial tone seemed to mock me as well.
I could tell I’d have a bit of work convincing Mombourquette that, just this once, I wasn’t pulling his leg.
“Camilla?”
“Oh sorry, Ray, I got distracted. I had to walk Gussie, and you know how he sniffs every tree. I meant to call you back and I would have.”
“Yeah well, it’s one o’clock here now, and tomorrow’s a working day, so I thought I’d speed up the process.”
I chose not to remind Ray that I’d been worrying about how to keep the cops from going through Bunny’s house once they found out he was involved, which they would. That would tick him off more. Of course, I knew that I couldn’t hold them off and that bothered me. Nearly a million people in the Ottawa area, and somehow someone had picked Bunny and me to share the sick joke with. And why was that anyway?
“Camilla? Are you there?”
“What? Sure I am. I was just waiting for you.”
“Okay then, here goes. It’s about the girls.”
“Oh, right,” I said with feigned enthusiasm. “Ashley and Brittany.”
“Yes,”