Free Upside Down by John Ramsey Miller Page A

audience of one. He told Suggs that he was convinced that Faith Ann Porter had witnessed the aftermath of the killings, maybe even seen them happen, and might know who had done it.
    Suggs had asked for the specifics leading to that conclusion, and Manseur went over that in detail.
    “I see,” Suggs said.
    “Amber Lee had a warrant out for her arrest,” Manseur said.
    “And you know this how?”
    “The sergeant told me. She embezzled from Jerry Bennett.”
    Suggs exhaled noisily. “Mike, I see how you got where you got to, but I have to say that I think it is far more likely that the kid is the perpetrator.”
    “I'm sorry?”
    “She was here, and she didn't call 911. Her prints are on the safe in blood.”
    “They might not be her prints at all, sir. That has yet to be established.”
    Suggs leaned back in his chair. “I'm betting Amber Lee was there about the child. Maybe the girl was in trouble for something, and when Amber brought it to her mother's attention the girl snapped. Shot them and scrammed. She's out there armed and dangerous. I'm sure we'll find out she's unbalanced. You can't tell me that's
not
a distinct possibility. You postulate there was a professional killer who did this, but there's no proof. He was a good shot, you say. Or lucky. At this point it's just theory, and the theory you select now is going to affect the whole investigation.”
    “It's preliminary. Investigations change focus as facts come to light. I'm basing this on what I think is most likely at this moment.”
    “I know that Horace Pond was Porter's client, but there's nothing to tie that case to this. Some vague conversation that someone had evidence that would free some convicted murderer. That client isn't Pond, Mike. He's going to die tomorrow night. I was the primary on the Williams case. Everything was done by the book. We never laid a glove on Pond. The evidence was one hundred percent incontrovertible. I know Arnold and Beth Williams were your friends.”
    “I never imagined that client could be Horace Pond,” Manseur said. He felt like laughing, but he couldn't definitely say that Suggs was wrong. Not yet, but he felt it wasn't at all probable that the girl had killed her mother and Amber Lee.
    For ten minutes, he and his boss discussed the collected evidence and how it fit or didn't fit into each man's theory. There was no cassette tape on the desk, which Suggs said didn't mean one had been in the machine at all. Everything was supposition, but it occurred to Manseur that Suggs was systematically closing the doors that didn't mesh with his own interpretation of the homicides.
    “I tell you what,” Suggs said finally. “I'll make this easy for us both.” He held out his beefy hand. “Notes?”
    “I'm sorry?” Manseur said, confused.
    “I want your notes.”
    “My notes?”
    “You're not thinking right, Mike. You've been working a lot of cases and your partner is out of town. I'm assigning this one to Tinnerino and Doyle.”
    Tinnerino and Doyle?
“It's my case.”
    “You're done with this one, Detective. I'm making it a direct order. Don't make me write you up for insubordination. You'll take the next case.”
    Manseur had no hope of winning. The thought of Suggs taking this case away from him was stunning, and his mind reeled from the blow. “You can't do that. I'm the primary. If I need a partner, I can work with Lieutenant Caesar.”
    “Can't spare her.” Suggs smirked. “I think I understand why you are looking at this from a skewed perspective. You have two daughters. It's difficult for you to imagine a daughter could murder her mother.”
    Suggs intended to give the case to two of the meanest, least intelligent, and most incompetent detectives who had ever carried a shield in New Orleans. The team of “Tin Man” and Doyle had the poorest clearance rate in the department and more complaints lodged against them than the rest of the squad combined.
    “You can't do this,” Manseur said.
    “I sure