Fred dismissed the news with a wave of his hand. "That does-n't matter now. This here clue's a lot more important. Byrne was in Scranton on the sixth and seventh of April. The newspaper subscription was called in on April eight, the first day he's back in Parkside!" Dean yawned, refusing to open his eyes as Fred continued. "There's no listing in the Scranton phone book for this guy either!"
"What's his name?" Dean figured he ought to say something.
"J. Cleary, 157 Bascomb Place, Apartment C. You gotta check it out!"
That was the sum and substance of the conversation, as far as Dean could remember the following morning. If Fred had said more, Dean had fallen back asleep and missed it. He assumed he must have agreed to do something because Fred had finally turned out the light and left him alone. There was a note on his night-stand listing Cleary's address.
Dean was out of the house before Fred arose and the morning passed uneventfully with Dean, Harrigan and Tom DeLeo addressing the usual assortment of Parkside offenses. Rita typed the second expanded Byrne report, with only a mildly raised eyebrow after Dean explained more would be added later. He made some reference to the needs of the insurance company. Winston called to leave word he would see Dean tomorrow-Wednesday- at the safe house. He reiterated his concern for the utmost confidentiality concerning the location. Confidentiality, ha! Dean hoped he could find the place again.
After a late lunch on the run, Dean spent most of the afternoon interviewing a burglary victim only three blocks from his Collingswood Avenue home. It was the second break-in in the neighborhood in the last month. Things were returning to normal and in a strange way, Dean was glad of it.
Dean stopped by the office later in the afternoon to clean up a few details as he wouldn't be back in the office for two days- tomorrow, the safe house, Thursday a day off. Larry Harrigan was packing up to leave. He had finished his portion of the Byrne report and the interviews he'd conducted with Byrne's friends and associates.
"Case finished," he said as he added his file to Rita's desk.
Dean made no mention to Harrigan of his promise of more detailed documentation to Cynthia Byrne. This was already far enough beyond his official duties to make him feel a twinge of guilt. Harrigan, smiling as usual, was anxious to get home to his new wife and turned down Dean's offer of a beer.
Just as Dean was about to follow Harrigan out the door, Rita turned from the phone to tell Dean he had a visitor downstairs. He considered sneaking out the back door but it was still early and the look on Rita's face told him he'd better behave.