Red Rain

62

“I think we have a gang or something,” Pavano said, chewing the end of his breakfast burrito. “I mean, something organized, don’t you think?”

Pinto nodded. He drove past the middle school and turned the patrol car onto Ackerly Street, his eyes surveying the suburban-style houses, the neat lawns and paved driveways.

“Two burglaries on a Monday morning, and it isn’t even eight yet,” Pinto agreed. “I’d say it was the same guy.”

“Couldn’t be just one guy.” Pavano wiped cheese off his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes were on the sidewalks. Perhaps they could catch them red-handed.

That would feel like an achievement. So far, my life here has been total frustration.

“Look at what they took, Pinto. Flat-screen TVs, desktop computers, phones, handheld video games. One guy by himself couldn’t boost-”

“It’s the food I don’t get.” Pinto burped loudly. He’d already finished his burrito. “I mean, emptying the fucking refrigerators? What kind of thief takes all the food, too?”

“A hungry one?”

“Ha-ha. Don’t try to be funny, Pavano. You know what you are? You are antifunny.”

“I’m not a fucking riot like you, Pinto. True. Let’s try to think about this.” He pushed a chunk of scrambled egg into his mouth. “This town has gone crazy, Pinto. Three fucking ugly murders. All those kids kidnapped. Now we got houses robbed and-”

The radio beeped. “Where are you girls?” Vince, able to sound harassed in only four words.

“We’re on Ackerly near the school,” Pinto answered.

“Good. I got another break-in for you. This one’s on Clinton. Woman just got home. Thinks she saw the thieves running off. Maybe you can catch them. How fast can they run with computers and TVs?”

“Maybe they have a truck,” Pavano offered.

“Maybe they have a flying saucer. Get over there.”

The patrol car squealed like in the movies as Pinto made a high-speed U-turn, the car rolling over the curb, spinning up grass, then bumping back to the street.

“Vince, you sending backup?” Pinto, leaning over the wheel, eyes on both sides of the street at once.

“You’re joking, right? Every other guy I got is with the feds and the state clowns, searching for Sutter. They’re all over Sag Harbor yesterday and no one comes up with a footprint or a trace of the guy.”

“You see the Post this morning?” Pinto slowed the car down as they approached the house on Clinton. “‘Psycho Psychologist’?”

“Pretty good,” Vince replied. “Hey, don’t expect backup for anything. I got twenty more missing kids. The parents are out in front of the station banging on the door. Like a lynch mob or something. Where are you? You see any kids?”

“Of course I see kids,” Pinto said. “We just passed the middle school. I see kids going in.”

“School’s gonna be a little weird,” Vince said. “We got at least a hundred kids gone missing.”

“Maybe there is a flying saucer,” Pavano said.

Silence on Vince’s end. The radio squealed, then cut off.

“There’s the woman, waving to us on the porch,” Pinto said. “Like we couldn’t read her fucking address.”

“People get upset when their house is robbed,” Pavano murmured.

“Hey, you know what? You’re a fucking genius.”

“And how come you’re in a total shit mood this morning?”

Pinto grunted. “I guess cuz everything is going so well in this town.”

Pavano shoved the last chunk of burrito into his mouth. The car turned into the driveway. “You know, I don’t think Sutter is guilty.”

Pinto scowled at him. “Maybe I agree. But no one is asking us, Andy. Franks and the feds got their mind made up. They got the dude’s wallet. They got the other two murders. And the fucking guy ran.”

“It’s not much when you think about it.” Pavano reached for the door handle. The woman was running down the driveway toward them. “He just doesn’t seem the type, you know.”

“I don’t know,” Pinto said. “He seems pretty squirrely to me. That wallet thing. Does he ever look like he’s telling the truth? No. And why did he run?”

“Just saying,” Pavano murmured. “It’s like a hunch, you know. Only stronger. I think he was totally shocked when he heard about his assistant being murdered.”

Pinto grunted in reply. It was obvious he didn’t agree. He cut off the engine. The two cops pulled themselves out of the car.

The woman was tiny, middle-aged, pretty. She was dressed in a white top and white leggings. She was screaming as she ran. “They cleaned me out! The little bastards cleaned me out.”

Pinto stepped up to her. He was about a foot taller than she. Her streaked blond and brown hair was wild around her face. He squinted down at her. “Little bastards? You saw them?”

She nodded, breathing hard. “Yeah. Kids. A bunch of kids. I mean like little kids. Eight, nine. I screamed and they took off. Little bastards took my new iPad.”

Pavano started up the driveway toward the house. “Can we come in? Look around?”

Behind him, he heard the radio in the patrol car squeal. He and Pinto both trotted to the car. Pavano got there first. “Vince?”

“Forget the burglary, Pavano. Get out of there.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“We’re onto something. A neighbor spotted some of the missing kids. I need you over there now.”

“Over there? Where?”

“They’re in the school.”