‘What’s next? Where were we before we became media stars?’ ‘This is what’s next,’ Delaney said, walking out of his office with a message in his hands. ‘Can you believe it? AFIS actually got a match on a print.’ It was so rare that a lifted print was good enough – every time anybody expressed the hope for a match somebody said, ‘In the movies.’ ‘A print from the house in Midvale Park?’ ‘From that carpet cleaner’s van. Off the passenger’s-side door, they said.’ ‘You think it could be – well, I guess it could be just about anybody’s, couldn’t it?’ ‘Could be, sure. But the match is to a DUI arrest four months ago. Right here in Tucson. The guy’s name is, get this’ – he read off his note – ‘Zebulon Montgomery Butts.’ ‘No fooling – for real?’ ‘Sounds like a joke but it’s what’s on the record.’ ‘How do we know he’s connected to our case?’ ‘We don’t yet. But there’s a Tucson address. We can pick him up as a person of interest and see what else he matches.’ ‘That’s all that’s in the record, one DUI?’ ‘All they found, yeah.
