“Excuse my choice of terminology. We don’t have enough facts to draw many conclusions. I’m just telling you what evidence we do have, which is very preliminary and may give us an inaccurate picture. We can’t afford to jump to any conclusions at this stage. The early evidence is often misinterpreted.”
“Do you think he could be dead?” Grace asked.
“Grace!” Casey snapped angrily. “Gary isn’t dead! If he were, I’d know it. He’s alive! Don’t you dare say he’s dead!”
“I’m sorry,” Grace said immediately. “Of course he isn’t, Casey. I didn’t mean…” She let the apology dangle unfinished-lingering in the silence like an unpleasant odor.
Alexa didn’t particularly care for Grace, but she admonished herself for that judgment. Grace may have been trying to comfort Casey in her own misguided way, or trying to control the situation in her capacity as Casey’s closest friend and an employee whose job was to make herself useful in whatever way she could.
“On the positive side,” Alexa told them, “there wasn’t the amount of blood to indicate a fatal wound. The blows, based on the weapon’s mark in the door panel, would seem to indicate that the door’s proximity to Gary’s position means the area necessary to draw back was shortened and lacked enough inertia to inflict a fatal injury.”
“But he still might have been very seriously injured?” Casey asked.
Alexa nodded. “That’s possible.”
“It isn’t a probability?” Grace asked.
Casey fixed her with a warning glare.
“Forgive my intrusion, Casey, but if someone killed Gary, they’d probably have left the body there, right?” Grace asked.
Alexa nodded.
“I mean, why would they drag a body from one vehicle to another in a residential neighborhood, where they could be seen by anybody looking out the window? They abducted him, and chances are, he’s going to be alive in case Casey wants proof of life, right? Isn’t that how it goes? Abductors usually release the people after they get the ransom, don’t they?”
“Well, taking him could be a positive thing,” Alexa said, fighting to control her urge to ask Grace how she knew where the Volvo had been found. Instead, she turned to Casey and said, “Casey, could I have some water?”
Grace left the room without waiting to be sent for the requested water.
Deana slipped down from the couch, went back to her toy box, and began looting it again, squealing with delight.
“My poor baby,” Casey said. “Deana knows only that her father isn’t here. I’m thankful for that. I know she’s picking up on my fear and anxiety. I should try not to be so emotional, but I can’t help it. I know you’ll find Gary and he’ll be all right. I know that.”
“We’re doing everything we can,” Alexa said. “Look, I’ll keep you apprised as best I can as the investigation goes forward, but I’m asking you not to share anything I tell you from here on out with anybody else.”
“You mean Unko? Ken Decell?”
“I mean anybody. I know it’s going to be hard, but can you do that for me?”
“Anything you say, but…You can’t mean even Grace?”
Alexa nodded solemnly. “Normally I wouldn’t be sharing as much as I have, but since you’re responsible for my involvement, I’m breaking protocol a lot more than I should. Protocols are in place for good reason. It dictates we share almost no information with a possible suspect, or anyone who might share our information with someone who might be involved, and giving you premature information that could change has obvious drawbacks and risks, putting you through needless emotional turmoil, or might give you unrealistic expectations. I’m making an exception here because I think you need to know certain things so you might see something we don’t or make some connection we wouldn’t that’s useful in locating your husband.”
“Okay,” Casey said softly. “Nobody. I promise.”
“You should also understand I’m not warm and fuzzy when it comes to my work, and what I tell you may seem blunt or harsh. I hope you’ll understand that it isn’t because I don’t empathize with you. Empathy can be detrimental. Casey, I promise you I’m going to do everything I can possibly do to find Gary, but you have to understand that I might not succeed. As much as I hate to say so, there are no guarantees. I’m not in control of this, and may not ever be. But I will do everything in my power to resolve this satisfactorily.”
“I’m really much tougher than I look,” Casey said.
“I’m sure you are. I need Grace’s social, phone numbers, and her current address,” Alexa said, taking out her notebook.
24
A fly landed on Leland’s top lip and crawled right into his nose like it lived there. He turned, pinched his nostril to pin it, closed his mouth, pressed his index finger to close the clear nostril, and expelled the stunned fly out into the shallows, where a minnow ate it right off the surface, then vanished into the murk. What he was doing wasn’t hard work, but it was time-consuming, and he had things to get done.
Overhead, a line of honking geese churned the air as they rose from the bayou. Turning from his task, Leland watched the flowing line of geese start to straighten, and he smiled at how the birds formed up into a flying V. How could they learn such precision, know a letter of the alphabet like that, with brains no bigger than a rat turd.
After field-dressing them-removing their innards so they couldn’t float up-Leland had filled the empty cavities of the corpses with chunks of concrete, then tied up their torsos with nylon rope. Blood had made the deck so slippery, he had to move carefully to keep from falling. He had decided to bait some gator hooks on the way back to camp so he wouldn’t waste time. He didn’t want the warden’s boat, because the twin engines were smaller than his one, and it was too sloppy in the turns for his taste. Before he’d got the better boat from Doc, he mighta kept it and painted it and used it to work out of, but his boat was a lot, so he didn’t mind scuttling theirs.
As he approached the last gator hook, hanging over the water from a tree limb, he slowed and let the vessel coast in under the tree. A fat cottonmouth swam across the water, sitting up so high it didn’t appear to be getting wet as it made for the shore, vanishing into the reeds. Leland wished he could catch it and put it in with the others, but he didn’t have time just then, and he’d find one just as big when he did.
Leland took the last piece of meat off the bone and baited the hook with it. After he was satisfied that the tendon would make the meat difficult for the gators to steal off the hook, he looked at the way the sock was rolled down under the ankle before throwing the leg bone, socked foot and all, up into the weeds onshore.
25
“Grace isn’t involved,” Casey insisted. “I know her like I know myself. Better even.”
“I have to check out everybody who’s involved with you and Gary on a regular basis. It’s standard operating procedure to look first at everyone close and work our way out. Make me a list as soon as you can. For the time being, I’m assuming that whoever did this knew yours and Gary’s schedule-when he’d be where.”
“Grace Smythe. One twenty-three Durban Place. I’ll make up a list of our other friends and close associates and their addresses and phone numbers.”
“Okay,” Alexa said.
The phone rang.
“Grace’ll get that,” Casey said. “Every time it rings I pray it’s a kidnapper just asking for some money. If they ask, I can pay the ransom. You wouldn’t interfere with that, would you, Alexa? If an exchange got messed up and Gary suffered for it, I couldn’t live with myself.”
“It’s totally your decision, Casey. I’ll make suggestions based on my experience, though, and you’d be smart to take them. If you get a demand, you should let me know immediately.”
