'Correct,' Brass said. 'He is killing Beltran, his abuser, over and over. It is how he gains his peace. But, of course, the peace doesn't last long. He has to go back out and kill again. These other victims-the detectives-are innocents. They did nothing other than their jobs to be chosen by him.'
'What about the bait cases in the other cities?' Thorson asked. 'They don't all fit the archetype of the first boy.'
'I don't think the bait cases would be as important anymore,' Brass said. 'What is important is that he draws out a detective, a good detective, a formidable foe. This way the stakes are high and the purging he needs is there. As far as the bait cases go, they may have simply evolved into a means to the end. He uses the children to make money. The photos.'
As high as the group had been with the prospect of a major break or even conclusion to the investigation coming the following day, a gloom now descended over everyone. It was the gloom of knowing what horrors there were out there in the world. This was just one case. There would always be others. Always.
'Keep working it, Brass,' Backus finally said. 'I'd like you to send a psychopathologic report as soon as possible.'
'Will do. Oh, and one other thing. This is good.'
'Then go ahead.'
'I just pulled the hard file on Gladden that was put together after some of you visited him six years ago for the rapist profile data project. There's really nothing here that wasn't on the computer already. But there is a photograph.'
'Right,' Rachel said. 'I remember. The hacks let us go into the block after lockdown to take a picture of them, Gladden and Gomble, in their cell together.'
'Yes, that's what this is. And in the photograph there are three bookshelves situated over the toilet. I would assume these were shared shelves, both men's books. But anyway, the spines of these books are clearly visible. Most are law books that I am assuming Gladden must have used while working on his own appeal and for other inmates. Also, there is Forensic Pathology by DiMaio and DiMaio, Techniques of Crime Scene Investigation by Fisher, and PsychoPathologic Profiling by Robert Backus Sr. I'm familiar with these books and I think Gladden could have learned enough from these, particularly the book by Bob's father, to possibly know how to make each of the bait killings and crime scenes different enough from each other so that a VICAP hit could be avoided.'
'Shit,' Thorson said. 'What the fu-what was he doing with those books?'
'I assume by law the prison had to allow him access to them so that he could properly prepare his appeal,' Doran replied. 'Remember, he was pro se. He was certified in court as his own attorney.'
'Okay, good work, Brass,' Backus said. 'That's a help.'
'It's not all, either. There were two other books of note on the shelf. Edgar Allan Poe, the Poems and The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe.'
Backus whistled his delight.
'Now, that's really starting to tie things up,' he said. 'I assume we can find all the quotes in these books?'
'Yes. One of these is the book Jack McEvoy used already to verify the quotes.'
'Right. Okay, can you shoot us out a copy of that photo?'
'Will do, boss.'
The excitement in the room and coming over the phone lines seemed almost palpable. It was all coming together, all the pieces. And tomorrow the agents were going to go out and get this son of a bitch.
'I love the smell of napalm in the morning,' Thorson said. 'Smells like…'
'Victory!' shouted those in the room and on every phone.
'Okay, folks,' Backus said, clapping his hands twice. 'I think we've covered enough for now. Let's keep sharp. Let's keep this spirit. Tomorrow could be the day. Let's say it is the day. And you people listening in the cities, don't stop for one minute. Keep working your end. If we get this guy, we'll still need physical evidence connecting him to the other crimes. We need to place him in every city for trial.'
'If there is a trial,' Thorson said.
I looked at him. The humor he had shown a moment before had now evaporated. His jaw was set. He got up and headed out of the conference room.
I spent the evening alone in my room, filling my computer with notes from the conference meeting and waiting for Rachel to call. I had paged her twice.
Finally, at nine-midnight in Florida-she called.
'I can't sleep and I just wanted to make sure you didn't have another woman with you in there.'
I smiled.
'Not very likely. I've been waiting for you to call. Didn't you get my pages or are you just busy with another man?'
'No, let me check.'
She put the phone down for a few moments.
'Darn, the battery's down. I've got to get another. Sorry.'
'You talking about the pager or the other man?'
'Funny guy.'
'So why can't you sleep?'
'I keep thinking about Thorson in that store tomorrow.'
'And?'
'And I have to admit I'm fucking jealous. If he gets the arrest on this… I mean, it's my case and I'm two thousand fucking miles away from it.'
'Maybe it won't happen tomorrow. Maybe you'll be back in time. Even if you're not, it's not going to be him. It's going to be the critical team.'
'I don't know. Gordon's got a way of getting in there. And I have a bad feeling. It's tomorrow.'
'Some people might call that a good feeling, knowing that this guy's going to be taken off the street.'
'I know, I know. Still, why him? I think he and Bob… I didn't really get it clear from Bob why he sent me to Florida instead of someone else, instead of Gordon. He took the case away from me and I just let him.'
'Maybe Thorson told him about you and me.'
'I was thinking that. He would, too. But I don't see Bob doing what he did and not talking to me about it, not telling me why first. He's not that way. He doesn't take a side until he hears both sides.'
'I'm sorry, Rachel. But look, everybody knows it's your case. And it was your break with that Hertz car that brought everybody to L.A.'
'Thanks, Jack. But it was just one of the breaks. And it doesn't matter. Making the arrest is like what you said about getting the story first. Doesn't really matter what's happened before.'
I knew I wasn't going to be able to make her feel better about the situation. She had brooded over it all night and there weren't enough words for me to change her mind. I decided to change the subject.
'Anyway, that was good stuff you got today. It seems like everything is coming together. We haven't even caught the guy and so much is known about him.'
'I guess. After hearing everything Brass said, do you have sympathy for him, Jack? For Gladden?'
'The man who killed my brother? Nope. No sympathy at all.'
'I didn't think so.'
'But you still do.'
She took a long time answering.
'I think of a little child that could have been a lot of different things until that man did what he did. Beltran set the child on the path. He's the real monster in all of this. Like I said before, if anybody got what he deserved, it was him.'
'Okay, Rachel.'
She started laughing.
'Sorry, I guess I'm finally getting tired. I didn't mean to be so intense all of a sudden.'
'It's okay. I know what you meant. There is a means to every end. A root to any cause. Sometimes the root is more evil than the cause, though it's the cause that is usually the most vilified.'
'You have a way with words, Jack.'
