When Lenny ‘The Rat’ Laymon’s worthless life is washed down the drain Tuesday morning, the detectives assigned to the case couldn’t really give a rat’s ass; until Lenny is caught on surveillance tape robbing the Zammy Jewelry Store Tuesday night.
“What’d the boys in Forensics get off the crime scene?”
Tolmeyer laughed. She had a soft spot for Pinero – right between the legs whenever he wanted it. “We ‘boys’ are still on-scene. But so far, everything looks pretty clean – from a crime perspective, that is, not a housekeeping one. No signs of forced entry, lots of fingerprints – Lenny’s and the girl’s – nothing else unusual, so far.”
“No Athabaska Terrier hairs? Albino herb roots native only to Cape Breton Island? Poisoned tea bags? Furry creature suits with DNA-identifiable sweat?”
Tolmeyer laughed again. “You’ve been watching too many TV shows, Detective.”
“What about the tub? Any evidence someone dusted it with a Zamboni – made it extra slippery for the bathing beauty?”
“In my professional opinion, that bathtub hasn’t been cleaned since it was installed. And nobody greased the soles of Laymon’s feet, either, before you ask.”
Pinero grunted, shelved the phone as Tolmeyer was inquiring about his dinner plans for the evening.