“Shit.” Kaitlin had been a lost, confused kid when she crossed Hayward’s path, and she’d spent the last fourteen years paying for her association with him.
“So, is the DA going to take the deal?”
“Yes, with my blessings as well as the police commissioner’s. It’ll be null and void if Hayward doesn’t show us Gina’s body.”
Logan balled his fingers into a tight fist. “Jesus, that sucks. That piece of shit is getting away with Gina’s murder as well as the convenience store killing.”
“Yes, he is.”
“When does this go down?” Logan asked.
“Friday morning.” He ate another slice of pizza. “Whoever killed Jennifer and Erika was invested in Gina’s case. There was a heart painted at both the Ralston and Crowley murder scenes. One was in blood and the other in red marker. Kaitlin said it reminded her of the logo used for Gina’s search updates.”
Logan crossed to his papers on the sawhorse table and flipped through the case file until he found a copy of a handout. “This flyer and others like it were posted all over Richmond after Gina went missing.”
“Kaitlin said the heart was her idea.”
“Interesting. It’s lopsided and off balance.”
“Like the girl she was.”
Logan held up the flyer. “This particular search was organized by Gina’s church. Dozens of search teams walked along the river and surrounding areas for weeks.”
“Kaitlin said there were also lots of unauthorized searchers.”
“She’s correct. There was a tremendous outpouring of search volunteers. And I’d bet money Jennifer’s and Erika’s killer was on one of the teams.”
“Are there any records of the team members?”
“There are names of the sponsoring organizations but not individual members.”
“So why after all this time did Jennifer’s and Erika’s killer decide to act?”
“You know how it goes. The fuse never really goes out on the crazy ones,” Logan said.
“A trigger could have been a job loss, an angry wife or girlfriend, or what I think happened, Kaitlin returned to Richmond and reawakened all his old demons.”
“What about Steven Marcus? He might have information we’re not seeing.”
“I’m meeting with Kaitlin and him on Saturday. Join us.”
“I’m not technically on the homicide unit.”
Adler shrugged. “We’ve bent a few rules before. Come with us. You have good instincts.”
“Am I gonna make Quinn jealous?”
Adler laughed. “She’ll survive.”
INTERVIEW FILE #21
THE DEAL
Friday, June 1, 2018
Trey Ricker of the Commonwealth Attorney’s office is a tall, lean man with a face too weathered for someone in his late thirties. He frowns when I ask him about the deal with Hayward. The arrangement between the Commonwealth and Hayward remains under bitter media scrutiny, and many of Ricker’s critics are calling foul.
“No one wants to deal with the devil.” Ricker’s voice is rough and deep. “And I was prepared to take the heat for it if it went sideways.”
“Would you do it again?”
“In a heartbeat.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Thursday, March 22, 2018; 10:00 a.m.
With discharge papers and instructions in hand, Kaitlin could not wait to be sprung. Freshly showered, she’d gingerly slid on a loose T-shirt, sweats, and canvas slip-on shoes. Certainly not the most attractive look, but it was progress. A knock on the door had her turning. “Come in.”
A nurse appeared with a wheelchair. “Ready to go home?”
“More than you know,” she said, smiling. She bundled up the plastic bag of her belongings with her backpack and lowered into the wheelchair.
“Do you have someone to drive you home?” the nurse asked.
She fished her cell from her backpack. “Taxi.”
The nursed hesitated. “You don’t have anyone?”
“Friends offered, but it’s simpler this way. It’s not a big deal. A short car ride home, and then I’ll go straight to the couch and put my feet up.”
The nurse unlocked the brakes. “Who’s going to take care of you at home?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll order a few pizzas and just chill. Honestly, it’s going to be a vacation.” She kept her smile fixed as if she were pitching to a big client. “Any more flower deliveries?”
“No, just the one. Such a pretty arrangement. Someone thinks a lot of you.”
That’s what she was afraid of. “Yes, he certainly does.”
The nurse turned the chair around, pushed it out the door and toward the elevator. When the doors opened, Detective Adler stepped off. He wore jeans, a white shirt with sleeves rolled up above thick wrists to muscled forearms dusted with hair, and no tie today.
“Good, I caught you,” he said, holding the door open with his arm.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Taking you home,” Adler said.
“I have a taxi.”
“You did. I sent the taxi on his way.”
Aware the nurse was watching, she kept her tone even. “I had it worked out.”
He shrugged. “The best-laid plans.”
The nurse pushed Kaitlin past him onto the elevator. “I was worried she’d be on her own. I’m glad she has you.”
Kaitlin didn’t have John Adler. He wasn’t here for her. He was here to monitor her because she was a key component of Hayward’s deal.
The challenge in his gaze dared her to get into an argument in front of the nurse. She swallowed her pride as well as a few choice words for Adler until she was actually free of the hospital.
She tossed another winning smile at the nurse. The nurse gave her a thumbs-up.
The three rode the elevator down in silence. When the doors opened, the nurse wheeled her through the automatic doors toward a black SUV. Adler moved past them and opened the passenger door. He took her backpack and bag and set them inside. As she rose, he supported her weight with his hand. She didn’t fight it. When she’d settled into the seat and snapped the seat belt, he closed the door, moved around the front of the car, and slid behind the wheel.
“I appreciate the lift,” she said.
“Sure.” He slipped on dark sunglasses.
Absently she glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following. It was a habit that she’d finally broken until recently.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Like a million bucks. Ready to get back to work.”
He frowned. “Your plan is to rest, correct?”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Feet up. Lift nothing heavier than a book for two weeks.”
“And you’re going to do that?”
“Sure. Don’t worry about me.”
She’d been going it alone for a long time, but it was nice to have someone in her corner even if it was just for a little while. “What else have you learned about Erika?” she asked.
“Not much. Her autopsy is today.” He was silent for a moment, tightening and releasing his hands on the steering wheel.
Neither spoke as they crossed the river and hooked a left down a side street that led them to an industrial building converted into apartments. A patch of asphalt dotted with cracks and potholes surrounded the brick exterior. The front entryway was made of metal. There was a security pad to the right.
He parked by the front entrance and came around to her side of the car as she opened the door. He pulled it open the rest of the way and held out his hand for her. It was another moment of pride versus practicality. Like it or not, pride was a luxury she could not afford. She laid her hand in his and allowed him to support her as she gingerly stood. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you up.” He collected her backpack and bag of personal belongings.
“Not necessary. It’s a few steps inside and then a short elevator ride. I’ll take it from here.” She looked toward her parking spot and spotted her SUV.
She walked slowly toward the front entrance. Adler followed behind and appeared content to move at her pace, as if he had all the time in the world. She punched four numbers into the keypad. The lock on the door clicked open. He reached around her, his arm brushing her shoulder, and opened the door. He waited for her to pass.
She walked down the hallway toward a lobby mirror that tossed back their reflections. She was shocked how pale and thin she’d become. Haggard was a better description, especially compared to Adler’s olive complexion and toned body.
They rode the elevator to the fifth floor and walked the long corridor to her apartment. Fumbling with her keys, she had trouble supporting the backpack’s weight and her hand began to shake very slightly. She let her pack slide down her arm to the floor and finally jammed the key in her door.
Without the strength to lean over and pick up the discarded pack, she nudged it over the threshold like it were a football goal line score.
“Please, let me pick it up,” he said.
“It’s inside. That’s all that counts.” She held out her hand for her plastic bag. “I’ve got it from here.”
He scooped up the backpack and moved past her. He set her belongings on a large worktable filled with her case notes on Gina. When she’d been in public relations and responsible for multiple projects, she’d been organized to the point of OCD. Now everything was in such a jumble, only she could make sense of it.