Gabe read off the make, model, and serial number for each item and had Thorpe repeat the information back to him.
"How soon do you want this, Sarge?"
"ASAP."
"I'll call you right back."
Gabe used the time waiting for Thorpe to call going over Boaz's journal line by line, looking for anything that might give him an insight into the murder.
The phone rang and Gabe answered.
"What have you got?"
"Three hits, Sarge. The gas-powered generator, solar panels, and the pump were stolen from a Lubbock electrical supply company. The propane refrigerator was boosted from a freight car on a railroad siding in Amarillo and the propane cooking stove was taken from an appliance store in Midland, Texas. All within the last year. All major heists."
"Good deal," Gabe said.
"Where did you find this stuff?" Thorpe asked.
"I'll tell you later."
"You got something else you need me to do?"
"I'll call you back," Gabe said as he hurried out the cabin door to his vehicle. Angie Romero had a large-screen television in her living room that he wanted to check out.
Angie opened the front door a crack and gave Gabe a sour look.
"What is it?"
"Can I come in?" Gabe asked "What for?"
"We need to talk about your car."
"When do I get it back?" Angie asked, swinging the door wide.
"Tomorrow," Gabe said, stepping inside.
Angie's smell almost made him retreat to the front porch. She wore a frayed bathrobe, dingy gray pajamas, and a pair of tattered slippers.
She ran a shaky hand through her tangled hair and looked at Gabe with bloodshot eyes.
"Mind if I look at your television?" Gabe asked as he walked to the set that stood against a wall.
"Why?"
"Did Rudy buy it?" Gabe pulled the set away from the wall.
"He gave it to me as a present."
"When?" Gabe found the manufacturer's information and wrote it down.
"You can't do that," Angle said as she crossed the room.
Gabe pushed the set back to its original position.
"When did Rudy bring home the TV, Angie?"
"Maybe six months ago. You can't come in here and paw through my property."
"Where did Rudy buy it?"
"I don't know. He just brought it home one day."
Angle's closeness made her smell almost unbearable.
Gabe moved quickly toward the open door.
"Sorry to bother you."
Angie followed at his heels.
"I want my car back."
"Tomorrow, Angie." Gabe stepped off the porch.
"It damn well better be here."
"It will be," Gabe said with a smile.
He called Thorpe with the information on the television as soon as he was out of Angle's driveway.
Thorpe called back just as Gabe pulled onto the interstate.
"The TV was stolen from the same store in Midland where the stove was boosted," he reported.
"Ten-four. Get me complete reports from the Texas authorities on all three heists."
"What have you got, Sarge?"
"I'll let you know as soon as I figure it out. Do one more thing for me."
"What's that?"
"Have Angle's Mustang towed back to her house tomorrow morning."
"That car can't be driven until it's fixed. The front end is totalled."