Her short red hair hadn’t been brushed and it stuck up amusingly in several places; his father’s glasses fogged in the cold.
“Nothing, Ma,” he said, holding the screen door open for the officers. He was starting to feel a flutter in his belly, a tingling in his hands.
“Ma’am, sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stand back,” said the younger officer as he walked over to Matt’s parents.
In the distance, he heard sirens sound and as they drew closer and closer Matt realized that they were for him.
“Look,” he said to the older officer. “What’s going on here?”
“Mateo Stenopolis,” he said, removing two pairs of cuffs from his pockets. They were linked together because Matt was too big to have his arms cuffed behind him with just one set. They’d done it before they arrived. If he had known they were going to take him out in cuffs without letting him get dressed, he would have taken the time to do so before allowing them into his home.
“You’re not going to let me put on my clothes?” said Matt, turning his back and putting his hands behind his back like he’d asked a thousand perps to do a thousand times.
“You are under arrest for the rape and murder of Katrina Silvana Aliti. You have the right to remain silent…”
But Matt didn’t hear anything else as two squad cars pulled up, sirens screaming. His mother was crying, emitting a kind of low, despairing moan, standing between his father and brother, who looked on in shock.
“Don’t worry, bro. We’re going to call a lawyer and meet you down there,” his brother said calmly. “Don’t worry, Mateo.”
But it sounded like he was talking behind a piece of thick glass. All Matt could think, as they let him put on his sneakers that lay by the door and led him down the icy path to the waiting squad car, was that he’d never known her last name before this morning. He’d never asked Katrina her last name.
Jesamyn was in a kind of haze as she dropped Benjamin off at school, still tired from the all-nighter they’d pulled the day before yesterday. She kissed him on the forehead.
“See ya,” he said, sliding from the car.
“See ya, little man. I love you.” But he was already gone. She watched as he ran toward the wide double doors without a second glance back at her. She didn’t have time to feel wistful about it as her cell phone started singing. She saw Dylan’s number on the ID. She sighed and considered not answering. But they’d both made a promise to each other long ago to always take each other’s calls out of respect for their mutual love for Benjamin. No matter what passed between them they were each a parent to the same child; that meant something.
“What do you want?” she answered.
“Yeah, look, I know you don’t want to talk to me right now. But I’m down here at 1 Police Plaza, answering more questions about my shooting. There’s something you need to know.”
“Spare me the drama and spit it out.” She was so sick of him, she could barely stand the sound of his voice.
“They just brought Mount in.”
“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She immediately remembered the incident with Jorge Alonzo. That little shit, she thought.
“In cuffs, still in his boxers.”
“What?” she said again. That didn’t sound right.
“They arrested him. Word is, Jez, they took him in for murdering a prostitute.”
She sighed with relief. “Man, you will sink to any level to get an emotional response out of me. You’re not just selfish; you’re sick.”
She took the phone away from her ear and was about to end the call, but she heard him raise his voice. She put the phone back to her ear.
“Listen to me, Jez,” he was saying. “Please. This is not a joke. I am absolutely serious.”
She felt her heart start to race. “Oh my God,” she said.
Two days ago, the night of the raid on The New Day, once they’d identified Carla as Jessica Rawlins, it hadn’t taken long for them to contact her parents in Tennessee. It gave them a reason to put a warrant out for the arrest of Trevor Rhames and to send squad cars to Jude Templar’s home and office. They could question him now on the whereabouts of his client and charge him with aiding and abetting if he didn’t cooperate. But Templar was gone. Not to be found at his office, his home, or at the city courthouses, and by late that night, he still hadn’t turned up. Other than finding Jessica Rawlins, very little came from the search of The New Day. They were no closer to finding Lily, and Trevor Rhames and anything that might have incriminated him in Lily’s disappearance were gone from the premises before they arrived. And none of the people they interviewed, including Jessica Rawlins, had anything bad to say about The New Day; they all claimed never to have seen Lily. It was a big goose egg. They had nothing. And Kepler was angrier than Jesamyn had ever seen him. Matt left after Kepler ripped him a new one and for the first time since she’d known him, he didn’t go into the precinct on their day off the next day. She hadn’t seen or talked to her partner in almost forty-eight hours.
“Jesamyn, are you listening to me?” asked Dylan, still on the other line.
“What?”
“I said, what do you know about this?”
“Know about it? I don’t know anything about it. It’s complete bullshit. Matt Stenopolis is the most upright guy I have ever known. Honest, reliable, mature,” she said, turning the knife a little and hoping he was picking up on it.
“But he’s got a temper,” said Dylan.
She paused a second.
“Yeah, he’s got a temper but only when people act like assholes. Anyway, what are you saying? You think he did this?”
He didn’t say anything but she could hear him breathing on the line. Then, “Jez, I hear they have pictures of him entering and leaving her apartment. Fingerprint evidence at the scene, blood in his car. I mean, they’re not going to bring a cop in like that, humiliate him in front of his family, unless they’re real sure they’re dealing with someone capable of what they say he did to that pro.”
“What do you mean?”
“That girl was beaten to death. Someone beat her to death with his fists. Someone big.”
She squeezed her eyes shut tight and when she opened them, her vision had a white ring around it “You
He sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
“I’m coming down there,” she said. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
“They’re not going to let you see him,” he was saying as she ended the call. She started the engine of the Explorer and pulled out of the school drive.
A ghost of a thought was starting to form in her mind. She tried to push it down, but it wouldn’t go.
Eighteen
It was a rage killing. A rage killing that was followed by deep remorse. They knew that by the way Katrina Silvana Aliti had been beaten with big heavy fists, beaten until she died. She was a tiny woman, not five-three, not even a hundred and ten pounds. She never had a chance against a man that size, was likely unconscious after the first blow to her head.
When she was dead, the killer must have come back to himself. Realized fully what he had done. Then he covered her face and body with the pink flowered sheet from her bed. The man that the killer found her with had run, not even bothering to retrieve his clothes. He had wrapped himself in a blanket he found on the couch and fled. His dick was still hard and would stay that way for hours, since he’d taken a double hit of Viagra in anticipation of his evening with Katrina.
