The Dead Man

Chapter Forty-seven

I hung up and opened the front door as Lucy walked into the living den from the kitchen carrying a pad of poster-sized Post-its. She had hung new Post-it wallpaper with more names, notes, and questions around the room, taking down or covering up the now outdated first edition. She peeled off the top sheet of her pad and fixed it over an older sheet. This one was titled SOUVENIRS. The list read:

Tom Delaney

Books

Regina Blair

Jewelry

Anne Kendall

Finger and engagement ring

Walter Enoch

Wendy's letter

'What do you think?' she asked.

Her list proved the importance of a fresh set of eyes. Dolan, Kent, and I had made the same mistake about why the killer took Wendy's letter. We all had assumed it was about me but Lucy's list came at it from the killer's perspective, which changed everything.

'I think it fits, not well, but it fits.'

'What's wrong with it?'

'Delaney's books aren't just souvenirs, they're evidence that the killer staged the murder to look like suicide. Another homeless person could have taken Regina Blair's jewelry, just like your friend Vinny said. I agree that Anne's amputated finger is a classic serial killer souvenir but Wendy's letter would make more sense as a souvenir if the killer took the envelope as well.'

'Except for one thing,' Lucy said. 'We didn't pick up on Delaney's books and Blair's jewelry the first time around. Same with Wendy's letter. If the killer took the envelope and the letter, no one would have ever known. I mean Enoch didn't keep an inventory of the stuff he stole. But there's no way we couldn't know the letter was gone if the envelope was left behind, especially since it was the only piece of stolen mail that was opened.'

'So the killer wanted us to know that he'd taken the letter. He's playing a game with us, taunting us. That's what serial killers do,' I said.

'The books, jewelry, and letter were more subtle. It took a while for us to figure them out. There's nothing subtle about Anne Kendall's amputated finger. I'd say the killer is getting impatient with us.'

'He's telling us how stupid and incompetent we are. We didn't get it the first three times, so he's making it easier on us. That's why Anne's murder was so violent and her body was staged for maximum shock and her finger was amputated,' I said.

'And that fits with the shorter time frame between murders. All of which means that there's going to be another victim sooner rather than later if we don't get a lucky break. The first four victims were connected to the institute. Stands to reason the next one will be too.'

Anthony Corliss was the one person with ties to all four victims, though his connection to Anne Kendall was less direct than with Delaney, Blair, and Enoch, limited to the fact that he and Anne worked at the same place. Connie Nichols might know whether their paths ever crossed.

I grew uneasy thinking about potential victims, realizing that there was at least one other vulnerable person in Corliss's immediate orbit. Maggie Brennan. I'd see Tom Goodell at the retired cops' lunch today. If my Maggie and his were one in the same, I wouldn't let her suffer the same fate as her parents.

I scanned the walls. There was a Post-it titled DREAM PROJECT VOLUNTEERS with five names I didn't recognize. I assumed that their background checks had turned up something of interest. Another page titled DREAM PROJECT STAFF listed Anthony Corliss, Maggie Brennan, and their research assistants, Janet Casey and Gary Kaufman. A third page had the names of the other project directors that had accessed the dream project files.

Milo Harper and Sherry Fritzshall's names were on a separate page along with another name, Peggy Murray. Hers was the name Jason Bolt had waved at me like a sword. Lucy had circled it in black and underlined it in red.

'Why did you put those volunteers' names on the wall?'

'Just covering the bases. They're the only ones with anything hinky in their backgrounds. Couple of DUIs, one domestic abuse complaint, stuff like that.'

'What about Corliss's research assistants and the directors of the other projects?'

'Janet Casey and the directors are dull, boring academics.'

'What about Gary Kaufman?'

'He's got a juvenile record but the details are sealed. Whatever he did, the record was expunged when he turned eighteen.'

'Couldn't have been that bad,' Lucy said, 'if he got into college and grad school.'

'His parents could have known the right people,' I said. 'Keep working on it. Find out what he did.'

I pointed at the Post-it with Peggy Murray's name. 'Jason Bolt, the lawyer for the Delaney and Blair families, says she's his secret weapon. Where does she fit in to all of this?'

'Hey Jack, you got an extra razor around here?' Simon asked before Lucy could answer.

He had come down the stairs and into the living den, barefoot, wearing yesterday's chinos and an undershirt, rubbing his chin stubble. I looked at Lucy who blushed and kept her eyes on the floor.

'Sure,' I said. 'Check the cabinet under the sink in my bathroom.'

'Thanks. Any chance you got a spare toothbrush to go along with it?'

I nodded. 'Same place. Keep the razor and the toothbrush but do me a favor and leave the towels, okay?'

'No problem. Hey, Luce,' he said to her. 'I'm going to take a quick shower.'

He grinned at me, mouthing Simon Says, and disappeared up the stairs.

'Luce?' I asked her. 'Since when are you Luce? What is he, Sim?'

She took a breath and planted her hands on her hips. 'He's nice and really smart, both of which are a change of pace for me so don't give me a hard time. Besides, it's been a while.'

'Just tell me he didn't ask you to play Simon Says.' She blushed again. 'Okay, never mind,' I said closing my eyes and covering my ears. 'I don't even want to know.'

'Luce, honey,' Simon called from upstairs. 'Can you run up here for a second?'

She took the stairs two at a time. I heard her giggle and a door slam as Roxy and Ruby raced in from the backyard, their paws muddy and wet. They slammed into my legs, ran circles around me, and flew back to the kitchen, a sure sign they hadn't had breakfast.

I followed them, poured their food, and watched them chow down. 'Well,' I told them. 'Life goes on.'

They didn't look up. When they finished eating, Roxy nipped at Ruby's hind legs, Ruby chasing her through the doggie door into the backyard. The banker's box with Simon's files was on the kitchen counter, the files still in alphabetical order except for one labeled Peggy Murray that lay on top. The names on the other files were typed on labels that had been neatly applied to the folders. Peggy's name was handwritten, proof it was a late entry.

Inside her file were printouts from a blog titled The Milo Harper Files authored by Jamie Del Muro who wrote that her mission was to expose the truth about Harper. She gave a laundry list of his sins, everything from stealing the idea for the social networking Web site that made him rich to engaging in insider trading of the stock in his company. The home page of the blog carried a dedication that read For my sister, Peggy Murray. No Retreat! No Surrender!

According to Del Muro, Peggy Murray came up with the idea for what became Harper's Web site, building the first version of the site while she was a student at Stanford and dating Harper. They both quit school to work on the Web site. Then Peggy had a bike accident when she and Harper were riding together on a country road alongside a