Absence of the Good Page #5

-I don't know it, and you don't know it.

In the harsh light of day,

the lieutenant's right. We are reaching.

- What do we got?

- Nothin'.

Come on, Glenn. That's bullshit.

All right, fine.

Why don't we just work the case,

make a few notes...

stick 'em in a frickin' file and forget

about the whole goddamn thing?

- Is that what you want to do?

- What are you getting at me for?

Hi there.

Can I help you find something?

Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

You can't go back there.

Sir!

Did we get the records

on those houses?

They go back

since they were built.

- None of the owners' names match.

- So we're back to square one?

I can still do some digging, maybe come

up with an aunt or cousin by marriage.

They don't have to have the same name

to be the same family.

All right. Great.

The second house, Lowman?

The legal owner is something

called the Unity Gospel Fellowship.

- What's that, a church?

- Yeah.

They got it about eight months ago,

tax free.

Mrs. Lowman was a fine woman.

Never lost her belief in the

fundamental goodness of the human heart.

Her son Charles was the one person

she could not reach.

- What do you mean?

- Charles had a substance abuse problem.

Mrs. Lowman was afraid

that after she died...

he'd sell the house

and use the money for drugs.

Any idea who might

want to kill him?

I do know there were drug dealers

in the house from time to time.

How do you know?

Charles told me during group.

What about the rooms in the basement,

the ones with all the beds?

Mrs. Lowman used her basement

as a shelter...

for abused and battered women.

She fed them, clothed them

when she could...

for 25 years,

sometimes 5 or 6 at a time...

for as long as they needed.

And the room

with all the wind chimes?

That's where Charles worked.

That was my idea. A creative outlet

for all his self-destructive energy.

Anything else?

I stopped it as soon as I could.

Stopped what?

Before that...

Mrs. Lowman had some pregnant women

stay in there.

Women who, for whatever reason...

wished to terminate

their pregnancies.

You mean, she locked them in?

I can only tell you

her intentions were good.

She remembered all their names

years after they had left.

Never stopped looking

at their pictures.

What pictures?

I don't know.

I checked with Narcotics.

You think about it, the good reverend's

idea doesn't smell too bad.

This guy Lowman's marginal at best.

He takes up with a drug crowd and--

So?

So nothin'.

Just you're sitting there

looking at pictures, some kid.

You don't know what he looks like,

if he exists at all.

- What's on your mind?

- Nothin'.

I'm just saying it's

not like you, as a rule.

Did you get those tax records?

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