Tuesday, October 10, 2000
17:40
“Brilliant,” said Kevin. “Just brilliant, Huck. Do you really have a death wish?”
That got me involved, from a slightly different angle.
“You got someplace safe to go?” I asked Huck.
She shrugged. “Oh, I think. But I'll probably just stay here. I don't think Dan's coming back.
” I raised both eyebrows, as meaningfully as I could.“You sure?”
“I'll let you know. But thanks, anyway. For asking.”
“Your call.”
She just nodded.
Here we were, about to begin mining a mother lode of information, and we were looking at the clock, wondering when we could head for Lake Geneva to interview Jessica Hunley. Hester and I talked quickly, and then I went to the phone in the hall, and called the office and had Borman head up. I told them to send Sally, too, since she was a reserve. Both of them knew the witnesses we were interviewing, and both could do a credible job of follow-up.
When I got off the phone, Hester used her cell phone to call her boss, and get another agent assigned and started up to meet with us. It was going to aggravate him no end, because they were short, but she'd get one, even if it meant overtime.
We were going to be getting a late start, but talking to Jessica Hunley was too important to let go for another day or two.
We continued the interviews, to keep the information flowing. I began to suspect that, although they'd cover for Dan, his absence was loosening the bond.
At one point, Melissa asked a probing question that I fielded as well as I could.
“Why don't you go talk to Jessica?” she asked. She looked pleased with herself for asking, and that tripped a warning switch.
“Jessica,” I said, “is out of our jurisdiction right now.” Technically true. I said it in a brush-off tone. It made it more believable.
“Oh. Oh, yeah. She is, isn't she?”
“Yep. Now, like I was saying… ”
I made a mental note that our replacements couldn't know where we were going. Just so they couldn't spill the beans.
Borman and Sally arrived fairly shortly after I'd called. I briefed them on what we'd accomplished. Sally was a little freaked.
“No shit? He killed her slow, so he could drink her blood, and live her death? Jesus, Dark Shadows, all over.”
Sally liked soap operas, too.
“Yep. That's what he did.”
“Christ,” said Borman. “That's one evil dude.”
“Yeah,” I said, “he's bad all right. So, anyway, what you are going to be doing is obtaining thorough statements, and taking notes. There's another DCI agent headed in, and whoever they send will be helping with the follow-up here, just like you are.”
“So,” said Borman, “what are you guys going to be doing while we do this?” “We have a lead we're going to follow up. Has to be done right away.” True.
“Need to know?” Completely insincere, Borman was developing a way of asking questions that assured he wasn't going to get a complete answer.
“Yeah. Need to know only.” I changed the subject. “I want you two to emphasize the possibility that Peale might return here. I don't want these people endangered in any way. It's their choice,” I explained, “but if you can convince them to be in a safer location, try to do that. Especially Huck.”
“Where?”
“If I knew that, Sally, I'd tell you.” I handed her some of my notes. “Maybe parents? Relatives, friends… just somewhere that they can rely on somebody calling if Peale shows up.”
“I'll try,” she said. “I can transmit fear,” she said, her face crinkling in a smile. “Believe me.”
We were out of the Mansion at 20:20.
“Okay,” said Hester. “It's about eight-thirty. Get me back to my motel, I'll get my car, meet you at your house at, oh, what? Nine-fifteen?”
“I'll try, but it's going to be closer to nine-thirty.
What you think, one night? Two at the most?”
“Two at the very most.”
“Okay,” I said. “Then we pick up Harry, and we're off.” We would each take our separate cars. That was a given, as our bosses could suddenly request our presence, and we'd have to leave at once. In this case, two of us wouldn't want to be pulled out of Lake Geneva just because the other had to leave. It was most likely that the one called would be Hester, and I didn't want to end up stranded a couple of hundred miles south of Nation County, killing time while she went to some unrelated murder scene. It was getting late, and the gas stations in Nation County would be closing around ten. If she needed gas, I was sort of gently reminding her where she was.
“I'll get some before I pick you up.”
“Okay, and if you can't, for some reason, I can get you to the county pumps.”
“I'd prefer real gas,” she said. “If I can get somebody to accept my state card.”
I dropped Hester off at her motel, and headed home.
Sue said, “Welcome home! And before ten, too!”
I kissed her, and broke the news.
“Lake Geneva?”
“Yeah, but you don't know that. Harry and Hester and I are going over to do interviews, and nobody can know that.”
“Okay. I guess.”
“Lamar knows, but nobody else. It's just for a day or two, at the most.”
I kept talking to her as I sat at our computer, and looked up accommodations in Lake Geneva. Several were just too pricey, especially those on the lake, itself. I checked maps and addresses, looking for something inexpensive.
“This is going on our credit card, isn't it?”
“I'm afraid so.” I looked up from the screen. “You know the county.”
“We will get reimbursed?”
“Oh, sure. Within six months.”
She sighed. “You want help packing?”
“Well, I'm trying to remember where the small overnight bag is… ” I settled on a motel that had no stars at all in its rating, in Fontana. I checked my map. On Lake Geneva, the western end. Maybe three to four miles from the town of Lake Geneva, itself. Good enough. It not only had no rating stars, it had no internet capability, either. I had to make a long distance call, and just give my card info over the phone. The clerk was pretty disinterested. With a room rate of thirty-four dollars a night, I suppose interest was a bit too much to ask.
I went upstairs, and Sue had my bag out, and already laid out underwear, socks, and sweatpants for me to lounge in.
“Hester sees you in these, I'll sleep better for knowing she fled laughing,” she said. But it did bother her a bit.
“There's no reason to worry.”
“I know that. But I just… well, it's a little uncomfortable. You know?”
I squeezed her shoulders. “Yeah, but don't let it be. Strictly professional.” She looked up, and I kissed her. “Besides,” I said, “Harry's rooming with me.”
“Now I'm really worried,” she said. “Go get your shaving gear, while I pick out a couple of shirts.”
I made a quick call to Lamar, and told him that we were leaving.
“Okay, Carl. I already called the office. Nobody will call you, on the phone or the radio. You're officially on a
