Last Chance Harvey-Part 21 (Blogophilia 42.11)

“As far as I’m concerned, Ms. Jenkins can sit.” Lieutenant Grimes sounded irritated.
“It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to sound like it does.”
“Angela, don’t make assumptions. They’ll only bite us in the ass.”
“What if she goes into the wind?” Angela regretted it as soon as it came out.
“We’ll cross that bridge if it happens. Now go back to work.”
Angela clicked off and sighed. Good stuff happened never happened over the weekend. It was all sugar and spice down in booking, the Screaming Mimi claiming rape. She was going to sue the Sheriff’s office into oblivion. Of course, all of this was captured on video and got her a couple of more misdemeanors. Good thing arraignment wasn’t until Monday. She may even be over the hangover by then.
Copies of the personal items inventory and mugshot had been brought up. It wasn’t much to look at: one pair leather sandals, low heel and scuffed. Cotton flower print dress, damaged. $52 stashed in bra. Intimates but no stockings. Hmm... no jewelry. Didn’t mean anything. If this is an act, she’d be smart enough not to have the dragonfly.
Booking stated the preliminary fingerprint scan didn’t match any local cases. Not a surprise. As far as she knew, there was the one contact and Corrine wasn’t arrested. The national search would take a couple of days. Everything will just have to wait.
A list tallying up the “injuries” sustained during arrest were attached on the back, along with pictures. Like the personal items, it was short, mostly scratches on the arms and torso. The most interesting one was a the black eye. It wasn’t a bruise, but a well done bit of makeup. The Photog smudged it just enough for documentation, but didn’t let on he knew the ruse. Just the primrose path they needed.
This woman was a Mother’s Wish…not.
Not having anything better to do, she pulled up the original request from Florida and compared the pictures. The hair was different, but the eyes and nose were pretty dang close. And the warrant was for Fraud and Conversion. Yeah. This whole thing was a diversion for something. But until the identity was confirmed, that lead had to sit.
A thought occurred to Angela. How did she get here? She looked at the list again. No keys. The cameras were working outside as far as she knew, but there wasn’t enough probable cause to pulled them yet. But there wasn’t any restriction in walking outside and looking.
The phone rang just as she grabbed her purse.
“Lopez.”
“Sgt. Lopez?” The voice was vaguely familiar “This is Det. Oscar Harrison with the Orlando Police Department. We met at a conference in Atlanta last year.”
The image of a large guy with head like an 8-ball came right to mind.
“I remember. How are you?”
The response was no nonsense.
“Just fine. The reason for my call is are you working on a missing persons request from Ft. Lauderdale on a Corrine Shiffer?”
“Yes, we are.”
“This is to let you know we have a warrant for her under the name ‘Wanda Reynolds’.”
“What’s the charge?”
“Murder.”
Angela sat straight up.
“Really? When?”
“October 2016. She was with a guy named Harvey Lloyd, trading a kilo for a jet ski. One thing lead to another and a body was left on a dock.”

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The quote is from Elmore Leonard’s novel “Freaky Deaky”
Pic guesses: Happy Feet, Mother Superior, Formal Wear, It’s cold, South Pole, Skating

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