Want To Play (Monkeewrench)

Grace. He pulled a gun on her, did you know that? He was going to kill his own wife so she didn’t kill Grace. So she shot him, boom. Blew him away right next to me. And then I lost it for a while.’

Gino nodded. ‘Well, while you were in dreamland, she dragged Mitch’s body into the elevator, then cut the power and unplugged the generator so it wouldn’t kick on. That brought Harley and Roadrunner down in the dark – that’s why they didn’t see you – and then she locked them in the generator room and went upstairs to finish off Grace.’

‘That’s when I came to again, when the stairwell door closed. I heard voices and I knew she was up there with MacBride. So I went upstairs.’

Gino rolled his eyes. ‘You crawled up a flight of stairs in the dark, bleeding like a stuck pig. You’re a pistol, lady.’

‘Yeah, right. I didn’t even get off a shot.’

Magozzi walked over to the bed and took her hands. ‘You were amazing. You saved Grace’s life.’ He thumbed the silver crucifix wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet.

‘Don’t know where that came from and I can’t unclasp the damn thing.’

‘Just leave it for a couple days.’ Magozzi smiled, noticing how tired she looked now that he was closer. ‘You want to rest now?’

‘Hell, no, I don’t want to rest, I want to know what’s happening.’

Gino smiled. God, he loved cops. Shoot ’em up, nearly kill ’em, put ’em in a coma for a day or two and they still wake up cops, and the first thing they want to know is what went down. ‘The bad guys are dead,’ he said.

‘Come on, Gino . . .’

‘It’s wrapping up in a hurry. The hair your ME pulled put Diane Cross at the church in Calumet and the blood work came back on the Kleinfeldts. She was their kid all right. She’d been tracking them ever since she left Saint Peter’s.’

‘And she finally found them.’

‘Found them, did them, and signed them with her new last name,’ Magozzi said. ‘We figure that’s what the crosses she carved in their chests were all about.’

‘I’m going to get my Ph.D. with this,’ Sharon said. ‘She had the surgery, right?’

‘Yeah,’ Gino said. ‘Week after his eighteenth birthday, Brian Bradford went under the knife, got a few extra parts removed, and changed his name to D. Emanuel, which incidentally happens to be the Mother Superior’s name before she was promoted. Sister Emanuel. Then Brian, now the dishy Diane, enrolls at Georgia State – honors computer science major, by the way, which explains the high-test firewalls on the e-mails she sent to Grace. Anyway, she sets her sights on Mitch Cross, who was James Mitchell at that point – Christ, I hate this case. Everybody’s got a million names and one of ’em’s got two sexes.’

Sharon closed her eyes and leaned back farther into her pillow. ‘But she wasn’t the slasher in Georgia. That was Mitch.’

‘Right. Turns out Diane’s been saving that boy’s ass for ten years. Alibied him right off the suspect list for the Atlanta killings, then saved him again by stopping the SKUD game when the necklace clue threatened to blow the whole thing wide open.’

Sharon’s eyes fluttered open. ‘That’s the part I don’t get. You’d think the cops would have asked Grace about that necklace back in Atlanta.’

‘Well, there were tons, and I mean tons of trace at the crime scene – it was student housing and the last five hundred residents had left something or other behind. By the time they sorted through it all and got around to questioning their material witnesses, the material witnesses had disappeared without a trace. All five of them have been wanted by the FBI for questioning the whole time.’

‘That’s why the FBI had apoplexy when you ran MacBride’s prints.’

‘Exactly.’

Sharon yawned and closed her eyes again. ‘I’m telling you, the penis is the root of all evil. This whole thing started because ten years ago Mitch had some sick fixation on MacBride and started bumping off the competition.’

Gino smiled. ‘Yeah, but the really interesting thing is, it probably wasn’t the first time.’

Sharon’s eyes opened. ‘What do you mean?’

Magozzi said, ‘Once we had his real name, all the records popped. His parents died in a suspicious house fire when he was thirteen. Juvie was looking at him, but couldn’t prove anything. Then he was pulled in for stalking some high-school girl, and a month later her boyfriend and brother turned up dead. Stabbed to death.’

‘Jesus,’ Sharon murmured.

‘Yeah,’ Gino said. ‘Again, no proof, but it looks like MacBride wasn’t his first obsession.’

Sharon pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing, and looked at Magozzi. ‘Have you told MacBride this yet?’

‘She knows Mitch killed the people in Georgia, I was there when Diane told her. But not the rest.’

‘You’ve got to tell her.’

‘We will, eventually. We were taking it easy on them for a –’

‘No. You’ve got to tell her now. Don’t you get it? She’s been carrying the blame for Georgia for ten years. She thinks this guy only killed because of her, that she created some kind of a monster. She needs to know there’s a history there, that Mitch was damaged goods long before she met him.’

She sagged back on the pillow and closed her eyes, exhausted. ‘Go tell her, Magozzi.’

It was dusk when Magozzi pulled up to the curb in front of Grace’s house. Jackson was in the front yard, rolling in the grass with Charlie. He jumped to his feet when Magozzi came up the walk, and Charlie butted his leg, whining a greeting. He dropped to a crouch and scratched behind the dog’s ears, looking up at Jackson.

‘How is she?’

Jackson moved his thin shoulders in a worried shrug. ‘I don’t know. She doesn’t say much. The rest of them left a little while ago, but they’ll be back. She’s better when they’re around.’ He rolled troubled eyes up to Magozzi. ‘She’s still scared. I don’t get that. It’s over, right?’

Magozzi nodded, pushed to his feet. ‘It’s going to take a while. You keeping an eye on her?’

‘You bet your white ass I am.’

It took a long time for Grace to answer the door. He listened to the metallic thunks of all the dead bolts sliding back, and then she opened the door a crack and looked out.

Her dark hair was loose and tousled, weeping around her shoulders, and it hurt him to look into her eyes. She was wearing the white bathrobe, which was all wrong for this time of day. The outline of the Sig bulged in her pocket. He wondered if she’d ever be able to put it away.

‘Can I come in?’ he asked, and he was about to say that there were things he needed to tell her, things that might help, that maybe he could help if she’d just give him half a chance –

She just stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t read her eyes, but he had a fearful flashback to the night she’d slammed the door behind him, because he was a cop, because they always fought, because he was inextricably linked to a nightmare she couldn’t put behind her.

Let her go, he told himself.

Yeah, right.

‘I’m not leaving, Grace.’

Her eyebrows shifted up a notch.

‘I’m not. I won’t do it. I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and if you won’t let me in, I’ll just sit out here on your front step until I’m a hundred years old. You’ll get ticketed for littering.’

She tipped her head sideways a little, no more than an inch, but something in her eyes changed, as if maybe there was a small, small smile somewhere inside her head that might, in time, make it outside to her mouth.

‘Come on in, Magozzi.’

She took his hand and led him inside, leaving the door wide open behind them.

An exclusive extract from

Live Bait

The new thriller by

P. J. Tracy

Published June 2004