Vengeance Road. Rick Mofina
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anyone who’d ever investigated anything linked to prostitution in the Buffalo area,” she said. “I was called in because I’d been involved with the INS on cases that had involved East European gangs smuggling prostitutes into the U.S. across the Canadian border at Niagara Falls.”
“So what about Styebeck?”
“His name came up as a suspect through a vehicle connected to him. By the way, how did you get his initials?”
“Let’s just say I had another source,” he said. “Can you tell me how they connected Styebeck to the case?”
“That information came from hookers. First they saw Bernice arguing with another woman, then they saw Styebeck talking with Bernice Hogan before she vanished. The car’s plate was recorded through a security camera from a building on Niagara. The vehicle was a rental and the rental agency confirmed the renter was Karl Styebeck.”
“So, there’s no doubt he was on the suspect list?”
“None. Zero.”
“But Styebeck’s friends at the meeting got pissed off, said Brent’s statements came from crackhead hoes, and discredited the information. They said Styebeck was likely doing outreach work for his church, or one of his charities. The guy’s a beloved hero. Anyway, his pals appear to be winning support to downplay, or even remove, Styebeck as a suspect.”
“This is dangerous stuff.”
“I thought so, and what troubled me was that I’d heard similar accusations about Styebeck years ago from my confidential informants when I was working the INS case,” Clark said. “I talked to Styebeck back then and got a bad read off of him. Hero or not, he gave me the creeps.”
Clark gazed at the headstones.
“Believe it or not, I was going to call you,” she said.
She gave Gannon a few moments to absorb everything.
“Jack, what’s going on?”
“Somebody high up in police circles called the publisher this morning. They said my story was a fabrication and pressed the paper to retract it. My editors wanted me to name my source.”
“Did you?”
“No. Normally, I would. I’m supposed to tell an editor.”
“So why did you protect me?”
“I don’t trust Nate Fowler, my managing editor. Rumor is, he’s going to make cuts at the paper then take a hefty severance package. A while back, our Washington bureau chief told me Fowler’s going to make a run for office. Maybe the senate or Congress. I think that if I gave him your name, Adell, he’d give you up to ingratiate himself with influential law enforcement types.”
“I could be charged, you know.”
“I know.”
“I could lose custody of my daughter, lose my disability benefits, which are still in dispute. I’d lose everything.”
“That’s why I refused to give you up.”
“So what happened?”
“I’ve been suspended without pay.”
Clark looked off into the distance.
“I’m so sorry, Jack.”
“Don’t be.”
“No matter what anybody says, Styebeck’s a suspect. That’s a fact. And it remains a fact unless they clear him or charge him.”
Clark pressed her hands against the bench, leaning on it hard as she stood.
“At that meeting,” she said, “I was afraid that they were not going to look hard at Styebeck and I started to feel guilty.”
“Why?”
“When I’d heard these stories about Styebeck before, I did nothing. Now …” She turned away. “Jack, if you saw the crime-scene pictures of what Bernice Hogan’s killer did to her … I can’t explain it. Dammit, I helped you because I believed it was the right thing to do.”
A few tense moments passed.
“Thank you for protecting me.”
She touched his shoulder, offered him a weak smile, and then made her way to her car.
Gannon watched her drive off.
He sat alone in the Garden of Consolation, where stone angels watched over him and the dead as he contemplated his next move.
His cell phone rang.
“It’s me,” Adell Clark said. “Just heard on WBEN that there’s a news conference at eleven on the Hogan murder, out at Clarence Barracks.”
“Any idea what it’s about?”
“I don’t know, maybe they’ve got a break in the case.”
“Thanks, Adell. Gotta go.”
As he jogged to his car, Gannon checked his watch. He had just enough time to get out there.
12
The lot at Clarence Barracks was filled with TV trucks and news cars from the Buffalo News, WBEN, Niagara Falls, Batavia, Lockport, campus newspapers and the community Hornet chain, when Gannon arrived.
Indignation pricked at him when he saw a car from the Buffalo Sentinel. Who’d they send? Walking by the Sentinel’s Saturn, he glanced inside for a clue as to who it might be. He saw nothing. Forget it. Besides, he was here on his own, a freelancer.
Inside, he went to the woman at reception, who’d replaced the one he’d encountered earlier.
“I’m here for the news conference.”
“Just sign in and go that way,” she said.
Nearly two dozen news types were stuffed into a small meeting room. A forest of TV cameras on tripods lined the back. Operators made final adjustments as reporters in folding chairs gossiped, gabbed on cell phones, checked Berrys or made notes.
At the head of the room, three men and one woman, each stern-faced, sat behind a table heaped with microphones and recorders.
Bernice Hogan looked upon the gathering from her Buffalo State ID photo, which had been enlarged and posted on the big tan tackboard behind the officers.
A few hundred yards from the room where Gannon stood was a church and the upscale neighborhood of Serenity Bay, with its custom-built homes, clubhouse, tennis courts, beaches and residents who had little interest in the region’s latest murder.
While a few miles west, hidden in the woods near Ellicott Creek, was the shallow grave where Bernice was found.
A sad juxtaposition, Gannon thought, looking from the picture and opening his notebook.
“Let’s get started,” the white-haired man at the table said. “For those who don’t know me, I’m John Parson, captain in command of Troop A, Zone 2. To my left is Lieutenant David Hennesy. To my right, from our Bureau of Criminal Investigation, Investigators Michael Brent and Roxanne Esko, who are heading the investigation into the homicide of Bernice Hogan.
“Lieutenant Hennesy will give you a status update, then we’ll take a few questions.”
Hennesy summarized the case.
“To date we’ve received twenty-seven tips and are following all leads. Of importance are reports of a blue truck, a big-rig tractor without a trailer, possibly with unique markings on the driver’s door. It was seen several times in the Niagara-Lafayette area of Buffalo, prior to Bernice Hogan’s disappearance on the tenth of this month. If anyone has information on a vehicle fitting this description, we’re asking them to call us.”
Murmurs rippled across the room and pages were flipped.