“So Cramer was a hooker?” said Decker.
Surprisingly, Kelly shrugged. “I don’t know for sure.”
“Why not?” asked Jamison. “Seems to be pretty easy to tell whether someone is or isn’t.”
“You’d think. Now, the term ‘streetwalker’ is pretty outdated these days, but up here, we still have them. The guys drive by in certain sections of town and the ladies hook up with them right then and there. With that said, a lot of the arrangements are made online so as to avoid doing any direct soliciting in public.”
“So was Cramer arranging things online?” asked Decker.
“I’m on the computer all the time looking for sites that offer this stuff. I know where to look, at least for the sorts of things that go on here. I found one site advertising ‘consulting services’ for men in the oil and gas field here in London. Even though the site took pains to make it look legit, because these folks know cops are looking, there was one picture that looked really familiar to me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she looked really different, makeup, hair, clothing, but I recognized Cramer. I’d seen her around town,” he added hastily. “So at the very least, it seemed that she was in the ‘escort’ business in some way. She called herself Mindy on the site, for what that’s worth.”
“So it wasn’t a shock when you found out she was dead?” said Jamison. “I mean, prostitution is a high-risk occupation.”
“Well, itwassurprising, actually, because murders are rare, at least around here, even for prostitutes. And itwasa shockhowshe was found.”
“I can see that,” replied Decker evenly, watching Kelly closely.
“But what I don’t really get is why you folks were even called in for this. After Walt called me I went to talk to my chief. It was only then that I found out the autopsy and police reports had been sent to DC after a request came in from the Feds. I mean, it’s a weird-ass murder, sure, but there are lots of weird-ass murders, and the locals handle them by and large.”
Decker said, “Why doyouthink we were called in? You must have a theory.”
“Why should I have a theory?”
“You strike me as the type.”
In answer Kelly pointed to the table and the body on it. “She’s got some connection to something that has you Feds interested. I just don’t know what that is, but I’d sure like to.”
“Wouldn’t we all,” muttered Decker.
“THE PAINT IN MY ROOMsmells fresh and the carpet looks like they just laid it today,” said Jamison.
They had checked into their hotel on the main street of London and were having dinner in the restaurant off the lobby. Despite the late hour, it was pretty full.
“Comes with the cycle of booms and busts,” responded Decker as he glanced over his menu and frowned. “They have tofu here? In rural North Dakota?”
“Why not?” asked Jamison. “I’m sure people here eat tofu.”
“Yeah, maybe with their bacon and sausage. And elk.”
They ordered, and Decker sat back in his chair cradling the bottle of Corona with a lime wedge the waitress had brought him while Jamison sipped on some iced tea.
“So what do you think of Detective Kelly?” she said.
“I think his talents might be wasted in a place like this. But then again, this might be a hotbed of crime for all I know.”
“Men with too much money,” mused Jamison. “Like he said.”
Decker nodded absently. “Kelly wants to know why we’re here. And so do I. I called and left a message with Bogart but I’ve heard nothing back yet.”
“I did too, with the same result. What do you think after looking at the body?”
“It could be some psycho with a forensic fetish, or someone is leaving a message of some sort.”
“What sort of message?”
“If Cramer was killed because of something she knew, and others knew it as well, then it’s a warning not to talk or the same will happen to them.”
“What could she have known?”