I put the doll back in the box and called Billy. He and Sandy were at my house twenty minutes later — I was waiting in the driveway, pacing back and forth with Moose in my arms, when Billy stepped out of the driver’s side of the SUV.
“It’s in the kitchen,” I said.
“You okay?”
“I’m
“We’ll get it out of here as soon as possible.” He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze and scratched the top of Moose’s head.
Sandy’s first words as she exited the SUV were “I thought we agreed you would contact us the next time a package arrived.”
“I changed my mind.” I headed toward the house.
“Sara, this is an investigation.” She was following close on my heels as we reached the front steps.
“I know what it is.” I fought the urge to close the door in her face as I walked into the house.
“You could damage evidence.”
I spun around. “I wore
“That still doesn’t—”
Billy said, “Come on, Sandy. Let’s have a look.” She brushed past and headed straight to the kitchen. Billy shook a scolding finger at me behind her back. I gave a couldn’t-help-it shrug. He smiled, then focused in on the box.
Sandy set a soft briefcase on the kitchen counter, took out some gloves, and handed Billy a pair. Their backs were to me as they examined the box. A minute crawled by, then Sandy lifted the smaller jewelry box out and gently took off the lid.
I said, “It’s real hair, isn’t it? Do you think it’s from one of the victims?”
Neither of them turned around. Sandy put up a hand. “Sshhh…”
If I didn’t already dislike her, that would have sealed the deal.
Finally, after a few moments that felt like hours, she murmured something to Billy. He nodded. Sandy slid the jewelry box into a plastic bag while Billy bagged the larger box.
Sandy turned and said, “We’re going to take this back to the station.”
“So the hair’s from one of the girls?”
“We won’t know anything conclusive until the lab runs some tests.” She walked past me with the evidence bag. “We’ll be in touch.” She stopped with her hand on the front door handle and frowned at Billy, who was still in the kitchen. “Let’s go, Billy.” “Right behind you.”
She gave him another look and went outside.
I turned to Billy. “What’s her problem?”
“She’s just frustrated because none of the leads are going anywhere.”
“You don’t seem frustrated.”
“I have moments, but I stay focused. I’m building the case brick by brick. If one falls out, I move on to the next. But I look for the
He nodded. “I know you were careful and wore gloves, but it’s one of those department regulations we can’t get away from. Remember, I’m on your side. We both have the same goal — to put John behind bars. The right piece of evidence and we’ve got him.” “What about the boxes? Did anyone see him sending them?”
“A clerk in Prince George thought he remembered the person who shipped the first box, but his description was of a man with a dark beard and sunglasses with a baseball cap pulled low. He’s probably wearing a disguise. We’ll follow up on this package right away, but unless the depot has a camera, or someone saw his vehicle, we’re no further ahead.” “What about the jack plane — can’t you find out where he bought it?”
“We’ve notified any stores in the Interior that sell them, but there are literally hundreds.”
“That sucks, and I get that you guys are frustrated, but I wish Sandy would lose her attitude.”
“She’s formed friendships with a lot of the victims’ families, so every time he slips through our fingers she feels like she’s letting them down. Sandy releases her tension out loud. But that has nothing to do with you — you’re doing great. That call last night was perfect.” “I still don’t feel like I’m getting enough out of him.”
“Remember, brick by brick. Anything he reveals is more than we knew before. ‘Do not pursue an enemy feigning flight.’ If you pressure him too much, he could become suspicious.”
“I don’t know, maybe … Sometimes it feels like he’s a little off mentally, you know? Not just violent, but sort of disconnected from reality. He doesn’t seem worried at all.”
“He’s confident and arrogant. But that doesn’t make him any less dangerous. Remember that.” Outside a horn honked. Billy smiled. “I better go before she drives off and leaves me here.”
As I walked him to the door I said, “I was reading an article the other day about how some killers keep trophies and souvenirs. You said the jewelry is his souvenir, so what’s the doll?”
“That’s what we need to find out. But feel free to e-mail me any articles that trigger something for you — any questions too. Even if it’s just random notes. We’re used to viewing everything from our perspective, but you might have a fresh take.” “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve been doing a lot of research. I don’t know if it’s helping me much, though. Just scares me, then I can’t sleep for hours.”
“Did you pick up a copy of
“I keep forgetting. But I’ll try to get one this week.”
“It will help. I’m usually up late going over my notes or reviewing the file again, so feel free to call anytime you need to get something out of your head.” He held my gaze. “We’re going to catch him, Sara. I’m doing everything I can, okay?” “Thanks, Billy. I really needed to hear that.”
John called later that night. Thankfully Ally was already in bed, but I stayed downstairs to make sure she didn’t hear me.
“Did you get my gift?”
“It’s really nice, thanks. Did you make it?” As I thanked him, I realized it was the first time I’d done that.
“Yes.”
“The detail on it was incredible. How did you learn how to do that?”
“My mother taught me how to sew. She taught me how to work with leather too.”
“That’s really cool. She must have been a neat woman. You never told me what her background was.”
“Haida, from the Queen Charlotte Islands.”
“I’m part First
His tone was proud now. “The Haida believe in passing their stories down through each generation, and now I can share mine with you. I’ve got some good hunting stories. I could write a book.” He chuckled. “Did you know a bear looks similar to a human when it’s skinned? The hands and feet especially. Except the feet are backwards, and the big toe is on the outside.” “No, I didn’t know that.” I didn’t
He said, “Moose, elk, bear.”
Remembering that Sandy told me to find out anything I could about his guns, I said, “Do you have a certain gun you like to use?”
“I have a couple, but my favorite is my Remington.223. I shot my first one when I was four.” He sounded pleased with himself. “Bagged my first deer when I was only five.”
“With your dad?”
“I’m a better shot than he was.” His voice turned serious. “And I’ll be a better father.” Before I could ask him what he meant he said, “What was your favorite ice cream when you were a kid?”
