heel of his hand against his forehead. Why was it that when he did something good, it practically required an act of God for anyone to trust in him?
'You could have called the cops!' She threw the car into park turned sideways in her seat and in the dim light, he could see the burn of anger in her eyes, but then her expression softened. 'Do you have a death wish or something?'
Mark stared out the windshield, trying to recall exactly what had happened. Everything had transpired so fast, some of it was fuzzy in his mind. 'No, I don't have a…a…I…I was going to call the cops. I swear it. You know, there were at least a dozen of them, and I knew I couldn't do anything on my own. I turned around to leave and that guy…the leader was there.'
The recollection of the man's cold, almost inhuman eyes, elicited an involuntary shudder. Mark turned to find Jessie watching him, a thoughtful look on her face. 'What?'
'You okay?'
'Yeah. It's just that guy…he…gave me the creeps.'
She nodded. 'The officer's initial report has your description of what the leader looked like. Is there anything else you can tell me about him?'
'Um, nothing specific. The look in his eyes was…I don't know…cold and…and lifeless.' Mark shook his head in frustration, knowing that the description wasn't very helpful. 'And his voice was deep…like-never mind.'
Jessie cocked her head. 'Deep like…like what? You were going to say something.'
'It's stupid; forget it.'
'If it helps us catch the guy, it's not stupid.'
Mark rolled his eyes, feeling ridiculous, but he finished his thought, 'He…he sounded like Darth Vader.' He grimaced and ducked his head at the snort of laughter from Jessie. 'See, I told you it was stupid.'
'I'm sorry, it's not stupid. I'm just picturing putting out an APB on Darth Vader.' She grinned, and Mark couldn't help wondering when the smiles had stopped. Why hadn't he noticed? He'd give anything to make her grin like that more often. Especially if she directed it at him.
'Yeah, I guess that is kind of funny.' Before he could suppress it, Mark let out a huge yawn. 'Sorry.' He rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head to work out a kink.
She took the cue and turned to face the front of the car. 'Go on. Get some rest and try not to think about it too much. The girl's okay and you're okay…for the most part, so everything came out all right.' Jessie cleared her throat. 'Well, take it easy, Mark. I'll probably have some more questions for you in the next few days.'
'Sure. And, thanks for the ride, Jessie.' His body aching, he pulled himself out of the car and trudged up to his loft.
'Adrian Kern.'
Dan looked up from the report he was perusing. 'What?'
'I have a possible name on that guy in the Medea case.' Jessie circled the desk and showed Dan the file she had found buried in a drawer devoted to unsolved crimes. 'A few years ago, a woman reported escaping from a group who had posed as a prayer group initially. After attending several sessions, she was pressured to sign over her bank account to the group. She was told it was something they all did and that pooling their resources was good for everyone. Besides, they said she wouldn't need it any more because all of her bills would be taken care of. Apparently a group of them rented a big old house in Oak Park.'
Dan sat back and raised an eyebrow. 'And she believed them?'
Jessie shrugged. 'I guess so. Anyway, after a few months, she balked and closed the account and left the group's home. One day as she was walking home, she was approached by members who were in a car and they lured her into coming with them. They told the woman that the group was dissolving and that she was owed a share from the group's savings.'
'And she jumped at the chance to get her money back.'
Jessie nodded. 'You bet. But, of course, that didn't happen. Instead, she was taken to a warehouse and beaten while the group chanted around her.' Arching one eyebrow, Jessie looked at Dan. 'Sound familiar?'
'Yeah, but what happened?'
'A passing squad is what happened. The officer on patrol noticed something out of the ordinary and interrupted the 'ceremony'. Unfortunately, there must have been a lookout, because the leader of the group and several of his followers escaped before back-up could arrive. The ones left were just low-level members who didn't really have much info. Just knew the leader as Adrian Kern.'
'Okay, well let's go question this woman.' Dan stood, stretching as he did so.
'Sure, let me just check for a current address first.' Jessie sat and pulled her chair close to her desk and tapped the woman's name into the computer. Squinting at the small print, Jessie felt her heart sink. 'Oh, damn.'
Dan came around to stand behind Jessie. 'What's wrong?'
Jessie pointed to the screen. 'She was killed in a hit and run accident a month after this report was filed. Nobody was ever caught.'
'What about Kern?'
Jessie typed the name into the database. While waiting for the computer to search, she drummed her fingers on the desk impatiently. In a few seconds she was staring into Adrian Kern's eyes. She shuddered as she remembered reading Mark's statement describing the leader's eyes as cold. And looking at the eyes in the photo, she knew instantly that this was the same guy that Mark had encountered. Averting her gaze from the man's picture, she read his history.
'Huh. It looks like Mark sure picked a winner to get messed up with,' Dan commented dryly.
'Possession of drugs with intent to deliver, battery, extortion…' Jessie sighed. 'You aren't kidding.'
'But look, in every case, witnesses failed to show, resulting in a mis-trial, or the jury is dead-locked. In all the instances, the DA then reduced the charges to avoid another trial.' Dan pointed to the outcomes of the charges. 'What's his last known address?'
Jessie entered the request and then blew out a sigh of frustration. 'Unknown. Figures.'
'What about-' Dan began but was interrupted by the arrival of one of their fellow detectives. 'Hey, Schmidt, what are you looking all excited about?'
The tall blond detective grinned as he waved a newspaper. 'You guys aren't going to believe this! Look what the Chicago Tribune investigator wrote in her column today.' He slapped the paper down in front of Jessie.
'Can't you see we're kind of busy here?' Jessie started to shove the newspaper back at the young man when a small picture of Mark Taylor on the upper corner of the front page caught her eye. Beneath the picture was a caption, 'Fake, Flake or For Real?'
Puzzled, Jessie glanced at Dan, who looked as confused as she did. She turned back to Schmidt. 'What's this about?'
'Well, the condensed version is this: The reporter, Denise Jeffries, claims your guy, Taylor, has some kind of divine powers.' Schmidt rocked back on his heels, a grin on his face. 'How funny is that?'
'Divine powers? What does that mean?' Jessie began flipping through the pages to find the article. Dan leaned over her shoulder to read it too. She began reading; dread building in her as Mark's past dealings with the police were summarized. It emphasized that each time, he had been cleared in each case. It detailed the year spent as an enemy combatant and how Mark's prediction of 9/11 had never been explained, but that Mark had been released just as suddenly as he'd been arrested. The reporter wondered if the government knew something about Mark Taylor that they were covering up.
Jessie glanced at Dan, and he gave her a warning look and a quick shake of his head then pointed his chin at Schmidt. Dan didn't know the specifics of Mark's secret, but Jessie had shown him photos that she had accidentally received after she'd used Mark's special camera-before she knew it was special. She'd even told her partner about Mark's claim that he dreamed the future after viewing photos from the camera. After Mark's release, she'd never mentioned it again, and had hoped Dan would forget about the camera. Obviously, he hadn't, but at least he wasn't going to spill the news to Schmidt.
Jeffries wrote that she had combed neighborhood police reports and Good Samaritan stories going back five
