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dog； if that's what's bothering you。 If you don't want it； I can easily get a black house…sitter for a furnished apartment like this one。〃
〃Okay； I'll take it。 I'll drop by one day next week for the key。〃
Ms。 Westphal gave Hoke the address and reminded him to bring a hundred dollars for the bond when he came by for the key。
〃If you could give me my hundred…and…five…dollar salary in advance；〃 Hoke suggested； 〃you could just hang onto the hundred for the bond and pay me five dollars。〃
〃You're very droll； Sergeant。〃 Ms。 Westphal laughed and hung up the phone。
Hoke returned to his car。 Major Brownley； he knew； would recognize the address in the black Grove and would wonder why in the hell he had moved there。 He didn't want the major to know that he would be living rent…free as a house…sitter。 He wondered if the Bajan sculptor had a phone。 If not； he would have to make some kind of arrangement with the neighbors to take his phone calls。 The problem was； in that neighborhood； not many people could afford a phone。 He'd just have to wait and see。 Moving； at least； was no problem。 Except for a cardboard box full of his files and old papers； all he had to move were his clothes and his little Sony TV。 And his hot plate； he'd better take his hot plate。 Even if Noseworthy had one； Hoke would probably need his own for the next move； although he could hardly move down any lower than a garage apartment in the Coconut Grove ghetto。 Yes； he could； the Overtown ghetto was worse。
When Hoke returned to the station； he stopped for a moment to say hello to Bill and Ellita and then he checked his mail。 There was a printout on Gerald Hickey。 Hoke sat in his office and read the rap sheet； which went back to Jerry's junior…high…school days。
In the eighth grade Jerry had gotten into a fight with a black student； claiming that his lunch money had been taken。 A knife had been confiscated； but neither boy had been cut。 No charges filed； but the officer who had been called by the principal had made a written report of the incident。
There were two separate arrests for 〃joyriding〃 in stolen cars。 Jerry was merely a passenger each time； and stated he didn't know the car…in each incident…was stolen。 No charges filed。
There was another arrest when a woman claimed Jerry had exposed himself to her while standing on her front lawn。 The misdemeanor was reduced to mitting a public nuisance when Jerry claimed he had merely stopped to urinate on the woman's lawn。 Although the incident happened at 3 P。M。； Jerry said he didn't see the woman sitting on her front porch ten feet away。 Charge dismissed。 Counsel for Jerry had been Harold Hickey。
Arrested for smoking marijuana； with two other juveniles； in Peacock Park； Coconut Grove。 Charge reduced to loitering。 No charges filed。 Released in father's custody。
Two more pickups for 〃loitering〃 in Coconut Grove。 No charges filed。 Released at station。
Picked up in a Coral Gables parking lot。 A glasscutter confiscated。 Jerry claimed he found the glasscutter in the street； and that he didn't know what the tool was used for。 No charges filed。
Picked up in the parking lot； Sears； Coral Gables store； for shoplifting。 Subject's father paid for the item…a brass standing lamp； plete with parchment shade； with a blue eagle painted on it。 Released to father's custody。 No charges filed。
There was also a brief report from an interview with a psychiatric social worker：
Hickey； Gerald。 Age： 16…4 mos。 68 inches tall。 Wt。147 lbs。 Adopted。 I。Q。 （Stanford/B） 123。 Intelligent；but rambles when asked direct questions。 Sociopathicpersonality。 Schizoid tendencies； unrealistic goals；i。e。； wants to be 〃Russian interpreter at U。N。〃 or a〃marine biologist。〃 Suppressed sexual anxieties。 Admits to hustling gays for money； but not always〃successful。〃 Smokes pot daily。 Mixes codeine withpot； but doesn't use PCP。 Cooperative。 Despite sociopathic attitude and quick temper； Jerry wouldprobably thrive in a disciplined environment； e。g。；live…in military school。 Father can afford it。 Therapyremended。
s/t M。 Sneider； MSW
Not much。 Hoke wished now he had read the file before he talked to Harold Hickey。 He could have asked him why he hadn't sent Jerry to a military school。 Of course； at a military academy； a weak kid like Jerry would have been cornholed by the upper classmen； but they would have kept him off the spike。 On the other hand； this was about the time of Hickey's marriage to Loretta； so Harold might have thought that she would be a stabilizing factor for Jerry。 But that was speculation。 Not a single overnight stay in Youth Hall or jail。 In a legal sense； Jerry wasn't a juvenile delinquent officially。 To bee a bona fide juvenile delinquent； a kid had to be charged； found guilty； and the case adjudicated。 If Jerry had been pushing dope； he had managed to avoid ever being apprehended for it。
Hoke phoned the lab and asked if they had pleted the report on the contents of the Baggie that Sanchez had sent for analysis。 He was promised a report for Monday； Tuesday at the latest。
〃Make it Monday；〃 Hoke said and hung up。
It was only three o'clock； and he should take the money to Loretta Hickey。 But there were all those files to be read。 Henderson and Sanchez would have made a dent in them by now； and he would have to catch up。 Hoke looked up the number of the Bouquetique in Coral Gables； then wrote it in his notebook before dialing。
A childish； incredibly high voice answered。 〃Bouquetique。 How may I help you？〃
〃Mrs。 Hickey； please。〃
〃She's designing in the back。 May I help you？〃
〃Just take a message。 Tell her that Sergeant Moseley will be in to see her tomorrow。〃
〃Sergeant Moseley？〃 the tiny voice chirped。
〃That's right。 You are open on Saturday； aren't you？〃
〃Oh； yes！ Saturday's our busiest day。〃
〃Okay。 I don't know what time； but it'll be some time tomorrow。〃
Hoke hung up the phone。 The voice sounded like a little girl around six or seven years old； he thought。 Why would Loretta Hickey employ a child to answer the telephone？ Hoke went to join Bill and Ellita in the interrogation room。
Bill and Ellita were sitting close together at Bill's end of the table。 Both were studying material from the same accordion file。 Hoke lighted a Kool； but before he could sit down； Bill held up an eight…by…ten black…and…white glossy photograph。
〃Remember this guy； Hoke？〃
Hoke looked at the photo and grinned。 It was a 'picture of an unsmiling middle…aged man…a head…and…shoulders shot…wearing an open…collared polo shirt。
〃Captain Midnight。〃
〃That's right；〃 Bill said。 〃Captain Morrow。 I was telling Ellita about him。 He was the pilot we called Captain Midnight。 We must've talked to him a half…dozen times three years ago。〃
〃He was clean。〃
〃He wasn't clean。 He was eliminated as a suspect because we couldn't prove anything。 Anyway； I'd been looking at his file just before Ellita and I went over to have lunch at the Omni。 Otherwise； I don't think I'd have recognized him。 The fucker was sitting on the bus bench at the southwest corner of Biscayne when we went in； and he was still sitting in the same place when we came back to get the car。 But if I hadn't just been looking at his