“Ah! See what you mean. Right.” Lindsey took a sip of the Berkeley Police Department’s gourmet coffee. “I still hope to find the computer.”
“Indeed! But now we’re going to follow up with Mr. Chocrón. We’ll need your contact information in Fruitvale, but between the leads you’ve already given us, the taquería, the pawnshop, the Montoya family, we’ll find him all right.”
He leaned forward. “And once we talk to Mr. Chocrón, we should be able to trace the laptop. Backtrack on its Odyssey. Find out who gave it or sold it or swapped it to Chocrón. Or who he ripped it off. Thieves love stolen goods. Their victims can’t report the crime, you see?”
Lindsey saw.
Marvia Plum walked to the lobby with him.
“You let Strombeck carry the ball,” Lindsey commented.
“He’s a good cop. I’m planning to re
