Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(183)
Boone stared at his friend for a long time. “There’s only one way to know for sure. We catch him.”
“Let’s hope he’s the only one who gets caught.”
CHRISTIE SAT ACROSS THE TABLE from Kate, who sipped her coffee and looked at Christie as if she were going to have to draw her face from memory. “So, uh, how do you know Boone?”
“We hang out at the same places. Know some of the same people.”
“Were you in the service?”
Kate shook her head. “I worked for the UN.”
Christie waited, but it was clear Kate wasn’t going to elaborate “What do you do now?”
“I work for an R & D firm in Canoga Park.”
“I see,” Christie said, even though she didn’t. Was everyone in Boone’s life so secretive? Jeez, it was like living in a spy novel. “What is it you’re supposed to talk to me about?”
Kate smiled. It was a nicer smile than Christie expected, and there was some real warmth behind it. “Men.”
“In general?”
“No. Men you know. Or have known. We need to find this creep, and the odds are, you’ve either met him, or had some kind of relationship with him.”
“You don’t think I’ve wracked my brain trying to figure this out?”
“The point is, you’ve wracked your brain. Now it’s my turn.”
“You’re not thinking of using needles, right?”
She laughed. “No. Sodium pentathol is so Cold War. We’re just going to talk.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Then if we don’t find anything, I have drugs.”
Christie looked at her for a long while before she got that it was a joke. “This is my first cup of coffee. Don’t mess with me until at least cup three.”
“Check.” Kate reached into her big bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. “Let’s start from the beginning. Any boyfriends in high school?”
“You’re not serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“Okay then.” Christie sipped her coffee as she went back to high school. It hadn’t been a good time for her. She’d gotten good grades, but had to work hard for them. She’d also been on the track team and tried out for cheerleader. She hadn’t made it. Then there was that whole Scott Fairchild incident. “In my senior year I went out with a guy named Jim Lynsky.”
“Tell me about him.”
“He transferred into my high school that final year. He’d come from Yugoslavia, of all things. His father was a doctor there.”
“Really?” Kate jotted down notes, and she was very fast. Her writing was neat, tiny and from what Christie could see, fastidious.
“We only went out for about four months. He was into surfing and when he figured out he could get somebody better than me, he did.”
“Ouch.”
“I’ve had better days.”
“Okay, college.”
HE SAT STARING AT THE MONITOR, even though it had no image. Big Bad Boone had done a good job of cleaning out the house. Not perfect, but good.
He closed his eyes, remembering her scream. The sound of it had given him an incredible erection, and he was tempted to play the tape again. But there were things to do. Lots of interesting things. The anticipation was almost as good as the scream. Especially now that he knew all about lover boy.
SETH HAD FOUND FOUR MORE strips of the bug tape, the most disturbing one under the box spring. While he worked, Boone stripped the bed and cleaned up all traces of the sticky blood. He found fresh sheets in the hall closet to remake the bed, although he doubted Christie would be sleeping there any time soon. At least it didn’t look like a set piece from Friday the 13th.
Seth also took a look at the camera Boone had set up, and he made a few adjustments. They put a second camera in the closet, and a third focused on the window. They could see exactly how the geek had gotten access to the house; he’d cut the glass all around the outside edge, then when he was through, he’d put it back so it was virtually undetectable. Seth had glued the pane in place and added a nifty little trip wire that would alert them to any future attempts.
“I think this room is good,” Seth said. “What next?”
“The kitchen, then the living room. We’ll do the guest room last.”
“What about the bathroom?”
“You can scan in there, but no cameras.”
“Is there access?”
“Yeah. Change all the locks. And there’s the garage and her car.”
“Got it. You know I could use some of that coffee now.”
Boone went to the door. “You still like it black?”