My cell rang. I took off my elf hat and scrunched down so Glory wouldn’t spot me. It was my sister. Blyth lives in Rexdale and is blessed with two toddler sons and a husband in pursuit of a doctorate in psychology. She’s a full-time librarian at the University of Toronto and gaggingly efficient at everything.
“Bliss? Hi. What’s that racket I’m hearing?”
“I’m marching in a parade. I’m the head elf, in charge of all the other elves.” Beside me, Dwayne snorted, and I cupped my hand over the phone.
“Oh. Good for you. I just called to ask if you’d heard from the parents lately. It’s been a while and I’m a bit concerned.” From the noises in the background, she should worry more about her kids fluffing George, the gerbil, in the dryer.
Dougal’s stovepipe hat galloped past, pursued by Glory’s white bobble. I slid onto the floor. “A couple of weeks ago, I texted Dad. The eavestrough along the front of the house is loose. He replied to get it fixed and use the maintenance fund he set up at the bank to pay for it.”
“A couple of weeks ago? Okay, that makes me feel better. I haven’t heard from them in at least two months. I wish they’d call once in a while.”
“Yeah, or even visit. That would be nice.” Our parents left three years ago to tour the West Coast in an RV and we haven’t seen them since. Blyth was pregnant with her first child when they left, so they have never even seen him, or his brother born a year later.
The radio hiccupped again, and a female voice clearly stated, “Officer Rundell, pick up the damn radio.”
I said to Blyth, “Got to go. Important parade stuff to do.”
Dwayne fumbled the hand-piece, dropping it twice before finally speaking into it. “Sorry, Lavinia. Go ahead.”
I turned my head politely before snickering. How this idiot got through Police College was a mystery.
When Lavinia finished with him, sweat ran down Dwayne’s face and his lips trembled. I felt sorry for him and turned down the heat.
He rolled his eyes from side to side. “I have to get out of this parade.”
“Now you’re talking. Hit the siren and we’ll nudge our way through the mob blocking the next exit.”
“You can’t come. I have a hot shot. Get out, Bliss.”
Hot shot is police-speak for “get your ass over here PDQ.”
“I’ll wait in the car for you. Just leave the cookies.”
“Please! This is serious.”
“Oh, all right. Geez!” I tossed a handful of candy canes at him, then hopped out and watched him swing the 4 X 4 around the convertible and punch the siren. He leaned out the window and shouted at the crowd to get clear. Children screamed and covered their ears. Some elderly folk stumbled trying to jump out of his way. Finally, he had open pavement in front of him and the vehicle roared off.
Holy mama! The hot shot better be calling Dwayne to a murder scene or Redfern would be fielding public complaints by the shitload.
CHAPTER
three
Neil and Thea arrived at the station to find Bernie tapping slowly on a keyboard, still wearing his coat. He looked up as the door opened and said, “Got my notes in the computer, Chief. Anything else?”
“Yes, get yourself a coffee and come into my office.”
Neil shed his outer garments and sat down at his desk with his notebook in front of him. When Bernie arrived with his coffee — and his coat — Neil gestured at the other chair and asked, “How long have you been on the force here, Bernie?”
Bernie looked at the ceiling, then the floor. Finally, he said, “Twenty-one years?” He sipped his coffee and appeared to reconsider his answer. Then he nodded. “Yep, twenty-one years this coming May.”
“Okay, you said the old high school was abandoned about fifteen years ago. What else can you tell me about the closing?”
Bernie lifted his coffee to his lips, thought better of taking a drink, reached inside his coat to scratch something, and opened his mouth. “Well, I could be wrong, but seems to me the kids who graduated in June of 2000 came back in October — Thanksgiving weekend — for their official graduation ceremony and a dance in the old gym before it was closed up. Guess the school board didn’t want any partying in the new school. It had already opened that September. September of 2000.”
Neil didn’t care about the new school. “So, October 2000. Party in the old building. Okay, Bernie, thanks. Just print me off a copy of your report before you go, will you?”
“Sure. No problem.” Bernie left the room with more spring in his step than when he came in.
A red light blinked from Neil’s phone. A text from Cornwall:
BN RBBD. ND BG BLND CP. HRY
What? She swore she used official texting acronyms but he wasn’t good with missing vowels.
Thea came in and saw him frowning over the message. “Problem, Chief?”
“Here, can you make out what Cornwall is saying?”
He should have known better.
Thea squinted at the message. “ ‘Been robbed. Need big blind cop. Hurry.’ Or maybe that’s ‘Need big blond cop.’ ” She glanced at his hair. “In which case, that would be you, Chief. Sounds like you should step on it.”
He snatched the phone back and willed his ears not to redden.
“Aren’t you going to reply, Chief?”
“No. Do you have something for me?”
“Lavinia is arranging for the night shift to cover the crime scene. Dwayne is at the site now, helping the guys tape it off. Cutler and Davidson came back, asking when they can get in to finish their salvage operation. They only have until next Friday before the demolition crew arrives.”
“They mentioned that.” Neil thought for a moment. “They’ll have to hold off for one more day at least. If that means the demolition is postponed, as well, then tough shit. Pull up a chair, Thea. Write this down.”
He waited until Thea was settled. “Check missing person reports for the past sixteen years. Young female, that’s all we know. Ask Public Works to search their records for work orders on the building going right back to the school closure. I want to know when the building was last accessed.”
“Anything else?” Thea asked.
“That’s all for you. Get Dwayne to help when he gets back. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to Cutler and Davidson again. I want to ask if there were any indications that the building was breached before they broke through the front doors. Davidson was pretty shook up today. Maybe he’ll remember more tomorrow.”
“Those two live in Dogtown,” Thea said from the door. “Are you going to take someone with you?”
“You think I might disappear and never be heard from again if I go there without backup?”
“Not the way you mean. Dogtown residents haven’t committed any serious crimes as far as I know. But word has it the clan is always looking for new breeding stock.” Thea looked Neil up and down. A brief smile flitted across her lips and disappeared so fast he wasn’t sure he had really seen it. “Just kidding, Chief. Have a good evening.”
Bernie tapped on the door frame. When Neil motioned