Final Breath

also avoided the living room. She could hear Aidan snoring lightly in there.

Every few minutes, she glanced at the clock and thought about Kyle on this date with this guy he barely knew. How well had Troy Bischoff known the man who had strangled him? She left yet another message on her brother's answering machine.

Kyle finally called her at around 3 A.M. He'd had a terrific date with Dan, with whom he'd gotten to second base. Sydney wasn't sure what second base on a gay date was, and she didn't ask. She told her brother about Troy Bischoff's death, and how she'd realized this killer was targeting heroes. Kyle offered to come over, saying she and Eli shouldn't be alone. Then she told him about Aidan spending the night. 'I think we're okay for now,' she said. 'I'm hoping this detective in New York calls me back in the morning. Maybe they'll have a name from the credit card at Kinko's. Then we can let the police solve this. The sooner we can drop this in the lap of the law, the better off I'll feel.'

But the phone call at 6:20 in the morning wasn't from Detective Peary. It was from the network news division. A big story was brewing in Chicago. Handsome Derrick De Santo, thirty-three, was the new husband of prominent socialite and heir to meatpacking millions, Abigail Wayland, thirty-eight. Sydney remembered how they were always photographed and written up in the Chicago newspapers and magazines. She remembered the gossip that dashing Derrick was a fortune hunter, and Abigail was a birdbrain for marrying him. There were even rumors Derrick was gay, rumors that would soon be put to rest, because on a seemingly deserted beach in Evanston at approximately 2:15 Central time that Tuesday morning, Derrick slammed a rock against the forehead of his newly pregnant girlfriend, Lenora Swayne, and then threw her into Lake Michigan. Derrick had no idea Chloe Finch, a thirty-one-year-old admissions manager at Northwestern University, was on that same beach watching his every move. She'd saved Lenora from drowning, and her 9-1-1 call had prompted a police dispatch to Alder Hill Road. That was where patrolmen detained Derrick De Santo, leaving the scene in the vintage Porsche Spyder his wife had recently bought for him on their one-year anniversary.

It had all the earmarks of becoming the story of the year, but none of the principal players were talking: not Abigail, not Derrick--not even through his high-priced attorneys--and not Lenora, who was rushed to Northwestern University Hospital for emergency treatment. As for Chloe Finch, she would talk to only one reporter, Sydney Jordan.

'Apparently, she read your autobiography when she was a teenager,' the network news executive had explained to Sydney at 6:20 this morning. 'She's been a fan ever since your figure-skating days.'

'But I'm not a hard-news reporter,' Sydney had argued.

'So do it like a Movers and Shakers piece, whatever you want. This is great publicity for you, Sydney, and quite frankly, you could use it. Everyone is dying to talk to this woman, and you're the only one she'll see. Now, we've booked you on a 10:22 flight out of SeaTac...'

But first she had to drop Eli at her brother's place.

Aidan turned down the hillside dead-end street where Kyle's tall town house loomed over trees and bushes. It was set apart from the other houses. Sydney felt bad foisting her son on Kyle today, when he had a brunch date with this Dan person. She knew Eli wasn't happy with her either.

As they pulled into his driveway, Kyle emerged from the house in a sports shirt and khaki shorts. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. With a crooked smile, he raised his cup as if to toast their arrival and then sipped from it.

Eli thanked Aidan and climbed out of the car first. Sydney heard Kyle tell him that he'd set up a video game on TV for him, and Eli ran inside the house.

'I'm sorry I can't take you to the airport,' Aidan told her. 'Quarter after nine was the only time this funeral home would see me today, and they're up in Lynnwood.'

'Please, don't apologize,' Sydney said. 'With everything you're going through right now, it's really kind of you to take us here. I hope we can get together again when I'm back in town.'

He nodded. 'I'd really like that.'

She started to open the car door, but he put his hand on her shoulder. 'Sydney, before you go, I--I need to apologize for last night. That was really dumb of me when I--you know, when I asked if you'd kiss me good night. I was tired--and maybe a little tipsy from the wine. Anyway, it was inappropriate.'

She worked up a smile. 'That's okay. I didn't take you too seriously.'

He just nodded, then climbed out of the car and retrieved her small suitcase from the trunk. He set it down beside her as she stepped out of the car.

'Thanks, Aidan,' she said. 'Thanks for everything.' She gave him an awkward hug. For a moment, she thought he might try to kiss her. But he didn't.

He gently pulled away and retreated toward the rental car. At his door, he hesitated. 'Sydney? For the record, I was serious last night--inappropriate and clumsy, but very serious.'

Before she could say anything, he ducked into the car and closed the door.

'Who's the Greek God, and does he come in Homo?' Kyle asked as Aidan backed the car out of the driveway. 'Don't tell me that's little Aidan Cosgrove.'

Sydney nodded. 'All growed-up.' She turned to her brother and sighed. 'I'm sorry to screw up your brunch plans with this potential new love interest.'

'Don't worry about it. I scratched you off my shit list. When I phoned Dan to cancel, he'd just gotten a call himself, a family emergency. He needs to go to Portland. But he's coming over first.' Kyle sipped his coffee. 'In fact, he should be here any minute. He offered to drive you to the airport.'

'Well, that's great, thanks.' She peered inside Kyle's open front door. She could hear the video game going at a loud volume upstairs. 'Do me a favor and don't let Eli out of your sight. No beach trip today, no matter how much he begs you. It's just too easy for him to get lost in the crowd there.'

'Well, if I hadn't lost him for a few minutes there yesterday, I wouldn't have met Dan. But I promise you, I won't take any chances.' Kyle put his hand on her back. 'How are you holding up?'

'I left another message for that detective in New York. I'm hoping he'll have something for us.' With a sigh, she shook her head. 'I still can't figure out why this is happening, why he's targeting heroes.'

Kyle leaned against the doorway. 'After we talked last night, I kept thinking about that weird e-mail you received before all this started.'

''Bitch-Sydney--you can't save them?'' she said.

'From 'Second duet' or something...'

Sydney nodded. ''Second-duet-for-you,' that was his e-mail address.'

'But aside from Leah and Jared, you couldn't find any other Movers and Shakers couples who have met an untimely end, right?'

'No, I didn't come up with anyone--thank God.'

'When you told me about the hero angle early this morning, it got me thinking.' Kyle glanced down into his coffee cup. 'A couple of years ago, these two teenage girls from James Madison High School were murdered on the same day--only hours apart. And their bodies were found within a mile or two from each other, too. It happened right here in this neighborhood. Both their throats had been slit.'

Sydney just stared at him. She hadn't heard anything about this.

'I don't know if it made the Chicago papers,' Kyle explained, 'but it was big news around here for a few days. As far as I know, they never found the guy who murdered them. Anyway, the thing of it is, the girls were heroes, Syd. One of their classmates had smuggled a gun into school, and these two girls talked him out of killing an entire class full of kids.'

Sydney frowned. 'But I didn't do a profile on these girls. I didn't even know them. Are you thinking this was the 'first duet'?'

'Could be,' he said.

'But it doesn't follow the pattern of the other murders. I don't see how it can be related--'

'Well, maybe it was his first time at bat, and he was acting out of blind rage.' Kyle shrugged. 'Maybe he decided to focus all his attention on you when you moved here. You're a hero yourself, Syd. And you salute heroes in your TV segments. That makes you a prime target for someone with a hero-gripe. All this started a few weeks after you moved here, didn't it?'

Sydney nodded, but didn't say anything. She didn't see a connection between the Movers & Shakers murders and these two girls who were killed. The Movers &