78. Pat Picciarelli

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I told Pat what I was thinking. 

I said maybe the bicycle courier with the second and only remaining copy of the “fatal” manuscript was not followed.  Maybe no creepy spy from either side trailed Gen home.  Maybe it was as simple as Tim Cory assaulting and killing Gen.  Then Tim grabbed the manuscript of Gen’s weird step-mother’s erotic novel.  That son of a bitch probably enjoyed it.  And what if—

“Jess!”  Pat interrupted my ranting.  “I know that murder well.  I was the guy who worked it for half an hour before the feds, state, and city — and probably even INTERPOL — shut us down.”

“Wow!  So what do you—”

“And guess who kept a piece of clothing with semen on it.”

Oh god. “She was raped?”

“Sorry buddy.  Very sorry.”

Neither of us said anything.  I didn’t want to think about it...I had to think about it.  And I’m guessing Pat understood that. 

Then he continued, “And guess who’s got a nephew working at Attica who can grab Cory’s toothbrush?”

 Holy shit, I thought.

“You up for paying for a DNA test?”

I was.

Tomorrow:  Well?