‘Sisters Haunted by Killer’-I can see it now, splashed all over the tabloids in bold headlines. ‘The Blood Killer.’ ‘Revenge of All That Money’-”
“I get the idea.” Connor stepped in on the headline writing. “You ought to warn Tracey and let her warn Marie before the reporters start shouting questions at them.”
“You could warn Marie and let her warn Tracey,” Marsh replied.
“I take it neither one of us likes this idea. I’ll suggest Daniel go visit the gallery and tell them in person.”
“That works for me. What about the sister Amy?”
“That is a no-brainer. Get Caroline on the phone and give her everything we have. I want her gut reaction to these killings anyway. She’s got instincts anyone with any sense would respect.”
Connor tugged his shirt on and hoped the chief would cut him some slack on the uniform. Getting to the dry cleaners hadn’t been in the schedule this week. “What are you seeing at the scene?”
“Lots and lots of cop cars and people milling around and not a single person acting in charge. I’m going to go change that. I’ll ring you back in five.”
The phone went dead in Connor’s hand, and he closed it and slid it into his pocket. He hated middle-of-the- night cases. Dinner hadn’t happened because he’d just looked at a guy who had been dead for a few days, and if he was about to be looking at another dead guy, then breakfast was not going to stay down. No matter what they said about the fact you got used to the sight and smell, they were lying. You just learned to gag more tightly. He stuffed a piece of gum in his mouth to spit out when he got to the scene. At least it might help him forget the missed meals.
He picked up his wallet and keys and went to meet the chief.
“Nice neighborhood you live in, Connor. I keep forgetting you’re tucked back here,” Granger remarked, turning on lights but not the siren to remind a drunk staggering between cars that he was walking out into traffic and might want to rethink that.
“It does have its moments. And you’re paying half the rent.”
“The best money the department ever spent. You want to fill me in on what happened today?”
“Would you answer a question for me first?”
“Sure.”
Connor picked up the jacket that he’d moved aside to take the passenger seat. “The perfume reminds me of someone I know.” He said it with care, wanting to know as a friend without wanting to particularly cross the line that would have the chief switching to the look that would suggest he’d best shut up.
“She forgot the jacket last night.”
“Okay. Just checking.”
Granger smiled. “You’ll walk yourself into a couple questions about Marie if you’re not careful. Amy and I are warily sorting out the fact it’s okay for her to trust a cop again. Her track record with our profession hasn’t exactly made that an easy step for her to take. This afternoon-what happened with Nolan Price?”
Connor shifted back toward work without hesitation. “Marsh said to give you speculation as well as facts, and it’s too early to sort out which is which in my mind, so let me just dump it all first.”
“Okay.”
Connor gave him the guts of the day’s work and the dead ends they had chased so far.
Luke nodded. “Not bad for, what, ten hours so far? You need forensics to say they’ve got fingerprints or hair or blood from the killer, something to at least type him.”
“They know it’s as rushed a job as they can make it, but a phone call from you probably wouldn’t hurt.”
“I’ll make that call.”
“Thanks. How many other retired employees does Henry have out there?”
Granger nodded to the phone. “Daniel is speed-dial four. I’ll want officers at every address he gives us just as soon as it’s light. Let’s make sure there isn’t a third murder out there waiting to be found.”
Connor picked up the phone and pulled out his notebook to write down whatever information Daniel had. “Daniel isn’t on his way over to the bookkeeper’s place?”
“I’ve got him going after the names of who might know where these two men live. The chauffeur had been at the same address for years, but the bookkeeper moved recently and had an unlisted phone number. It’s not that difficult of information to locate, but still, for someone to have both names and addresses-somewhere you intersect with that estate paperwork, I think. The lawyer’s office, retirement fund, health insurance company, somewhere both names are going to be listed along with current address information. Daniel was the one who could put that together the quickest.”
“Good point.” Connor turned his attention to the phone as the call was answered. “Daniel, Connor. Sorry about this start to your morning, man.”
“I’m not believing the senselessness of this. Two old guys, retired, nothing to steal, no enemies I can imagine.”
“I know.” Connor passed on the question regarding other retired employees.
“Hold on. I’ve got names and addresses in a file on this desk. I just signed gift checks for everyone who worked for Henry in the last five years. Seemed a basic thing to do-give them a Christmas gift early enough they could use the funds before Christmas if they liked. My uncle should have been doing it years ago. Here we go. I’ve got fourteen names. You want them all or just the six who retired in the last year?”
“Give me those six first.”
Connor wrote as Daniel read off the information on the fourteen employees. “Thanks.”
“You’ll make sure they are contacted? Or should I call and let them know what’s happened?”
“Officers will make the first contacts,” Connor reassured. “Marsh and I would like you to see Marie and Tracey for us this morning. Tell them the basics and try to brace them for the press stories coming. It’s going to get tossed around and sensationalized even if the facts of the cases quoted turn out to be mostly fabrications and rumors.”
“I can do that.”
“Thanks, Daniel. I’ll be back in touch in about an hour.”
Connor closed the phone and read off the addresses to the chief. “Two are close enough to this area. I think we should check them first thing.”
“Agreed. When we get on scene, if Marsh hasn’t already cleared the floor of spectators-cops included-I’ll handle it. Take your time on this one. I’ll want answers when you have them, but I’m not going to be pressing. Two murders in roughly a three-day time period-we’re after a guy who’s pretty far out there on the sociopath scale.”
“Marsh and I have already talked about alerting Caroline to what is going on and getting her read on what we have. She’s better at getting into a killer’s thoughts when it’s the strange cases.”
“I know; she’s frighteningly gifted at that. I’ll arrange to have someone stay with Amy while Caroline comes in and walks through the scenes if you think it will help. Let me know what you and Marsh decide.”
“Thanks, Boss.”
Connor saw the cop cars and reporters congregating at their destination and braced for the reality he was about to have flashbulbs going off in his face again. And his shirt wasn’t all that clean.
The chief smiled. “You get used to managing them too.”
“Sure you do,” Connor agreed, reflecting on the fact that Luke had been wading into reporters for half his career now. “I’ve no desire to ever make a higher grade than lieutenant and detective.”
Granger chuckled. “Want me to let you off at the back door?”
“Just park and get out first, Chief. They’ll ignore me, thankfully, when they have you to swarm.”
Luke parked beside Marsh’s personal car. “First rule of handling the press: don’t let them see you sweat.”
“They didn’t teach that part at the academy.” Connor waited until the chief opened his door and stepped out of the car before pushing his open and using the doorframe to push two cameramen trying to get photos of the chief back far enough he could step out. The day was going to be full of this insanity, Connor knew.
Sykes got into his face with a handheld cassette recorder and a question Connor couldn’t sort out from the mayhem around him, and instinct had him moving one hand around the reporter’s wrist and the other toward his shoulder to force him back and out of his face. It was like getting pressed into a sardine can.
He broke free and straightened his shirt and wondered how his boss had ever learned to cope with it. He
