The cops climbed out of their rides and stood at semi-attention, although Puller interpreted far more contempt in their body language than respect for a superior officer. In the Army that situation would have been taken care of in a matter of a few painful minutes, with a months-long penance by the transgressor to follow.
Cole said, “Anything to report?”
Both of them shook their heads. One said, “Saw nothing and heard nothing. Did rounds regularly, but changed up the timing so nobody watching could catch a pattern.”
“Okay.” She pointed to Puller. “This is John Puller from the Army CID. He’s working with us on this case.”
This pair didn’t look any friendlier than the ones had yesterday. That didn’t bother Puller. He hadn’t come here to make buddies with anybody. He nodded at the two but then glanced at Cole. It was her show to run right now, not his.
“You two were at the crime scene on Monday,” said Cole. “Did either of you notice a package that the mailman might’ve dropped in the house over there?” She pointed to the Halversons’.
They both shook their heads. “Any evidence found gets logged in,” said one of
them. “Didn’t see any package.”
The other said, “If it didn’t get logged in, we didn’t find it. But we weren’t the only ones in there. Lan should know if a package turned up,” he added.
Cole snarled, “I should’ve known if a damn package turned up.”
“So maybe there is no package, Sarge,” said the first cop in a calm, even tone.
Puller scrutinized each of them without seeming to do so. Still, he didn’t have a good read on them. He couldn’t tell if their obvious resentment at being ordered around by a woman was also masking something else, like a lie.
He said, “Well, I guess it will turn up or it won’t.”
Both cops looked at him.
Before either of them could speak, Puller said, “So no activity last night? No cars, no people walking? No kids outside playing hide-and-seek?”
“There were cars,” said one cop. “And they all went to their houses and they’re all still there.”
The other said, “A few kids outside. None came near the houses. And nobody was out walking last night. It was hot and muggy and the skeeters were out like you wouldn’t believe.”
Puller looked over at the house where Treadwell and Bitner had been killed. “They have any next of kin that need to be notified?”
Cole said, “We’re checking into that. The Reynoldses had some besides the wife’s parents. We’re in the process of trying to contact them.”
“Army can help you with that. They’ll have info on the colonel’s relatives.”
Cole nodded at her officers. “Okay, your shift is up at eight. You can go back to work.”
The men turned and strode off.
“Attitude like that all the time?” said Puller.
“Well, I basically accused them of either screwing up or withholding evidence, so I can understand a little attitude. I’d probably be the same. I guess I shouldn’t have gone off like that, but I’m pissed that I missed the damn package.” She glanced up at him. “Mind if I smoke a quick one?”
“I don’t but your lungs will.”
“You think I haven’t tried to quit?”
“My old man smoked for forty years.”
“What got him off?”
“Hypnosis.”
“You’re kidding, really?”
“Surprised me too. I didn’t think stubborn people could be hypnotized. But apparently they’re the most susceptible.”
“You calling me stubborn?”
“I’d rather call you a former smoker.”
“Thanks, Puller. I might just try that.”
“So the next step is checking the evidence log and what else?”
“Lan will be here this morning.” She looked at her watch. “In about an hour or so.”
“And if the package doesn’t turn up?”
“I don’t know, Puller. I just don’t know.”
“Reed said he could maybe find out where it came from back at his office. Check the certified mail records. But maybe you can speed that up officially.”
“Yes, I can. It would be nice to know what was in a package that was worth maybe one of my men being killed.”
“So why didn’t they just intercept it? They could’ve been in the house when Reed delivered the package. They could have signed for it. Impersonated them like that guy did with Eric Treadwell across the street. Reed told us he didn’t know any of them. So he wouldn’t have known the difference. He just wanted the piece of paper signed.”
“But what if they didn’t know about the package until later? Until after it was delivered here?”
“I don’t get that at all, Puller.”
He sat down on the edge of the sofa. “Reed said he was at the door because he needed a signature. That means it’s some sort of special mail. But he doesn’t say what happened to the package. Why would that sort of package be coming to the Halversons? They’re retired. Reed remembered it was actually going to the Reynoldses, but he didn’t tell the police that. Only that it was a package requiring a signature. So the killers might have just deduced what we did. Mailman at the door because of a package. What was in the package? They had to find out.”
Puller looked out the window. Lan Monroe was just pulling to a stop in front of the house. “Why don’t we ask Lan what his evidence list shows?”