29More clouds. More rain. It slowed down traffic, but Maggie was almost to the District when she got a call from Ganza.
“It’s a speeding ticket,” he said without a greeting.
“Excuse me?”
“The piece of paper under the piecrust. I was able to perform some magic and resurrect the print. Looks like Louis Tanner got the ticket last week.”
“He must have had it someplace in the kitchen. Maybe on the refrigerator? People do that sort of thing, right?”
“I suppose so, but why would it be something the killer thought should go into the pie?” Ganza asked.
Maggie knew it might not mean anything except for a madman having fun, another sick piece to a puzzle. He could have found Louis’ speeding ticket on the refrigerator or taken it from the counter.
Rather than discount it, she asked, “Is there a
