Chapter 90

Cst. Halfkenney radioed as Digby and Agarwal were driving through Greenwich just outside Wolfville, heading toward New Minas.
“Two-three-seven. Detachment. It’s Cst. Halfkenney. Over.”
“Detachment. Two-three. Go ahead.”
“Two-three. I don’t know how much you want on the radio. Over.”
“Detachment. What?”
“-Is he talking about cell tower records?” Agarwal asked.
Digby shrugged. She was driving.
Agarwal was smoking a cigarette, blowing a thin plume of smoke out a crack in the passenger side window.
“Two-three. We got a lot of results that you wanted. Based on what you said at the briefing, uh... looks to be someone you’ll want to look for, for sure. Over.”
“Detachment. What? Don’t say over the radio. Call me on my cell.”
“Two-three. 10-4. Uh, it’s one of the people on the list you mentioned. He’s the younger brother. Name rhymes with ‘squirtus positions.’ Over.”
“Okay. I’ll be there in a minute. Just don’t say anything else.”
She hung up her hand-set, smiling. “What a moron. Well, looks like we got a Missions family member on the cell tower records. Kurtis Missions. So, he was here somewhere. He was on South Mountain, somewhere, at the time of the murders.”
She smiled. “This is starting to get good.”
She had her Blackberry out to check her email. There was something from Det. Sgt. Smith. He’d finally emailed her back. Must be sick of the wife again.
She read it aloud for Agarwal:
“D. CFIU is interested in Lee homicide. Received approval from Oxford Street to set up covert obs team for record of funeral attendees. Okay with you? Killer could be among funeral attendees. Bob.”