He heard the side door slam shut and froze. Who was here?
He listened carefully, swallowing faint panic.
She wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. She worked ten days on, five days off for the cruise line. Like clockwork. But there was no mistaking her smoky cackle.
Hatred grew hot, and he clenched his fists. If it weren’t for her, his father would still be here. He wasn’t going to let the bitch ruin his chance to finally find his dad.
He zipped up his pants and pulled open his nightstand drawer. His fingers wrapped around his knife.
Dillon read Scout’s message. He waited a full minute, then responded.
Hi Scout, I’m so glad you’re here. You’re so smart in math. It’s my basic calculus class again. You probably think I’m really dumb, but I’m having a problem demonstrating a proof of the fundamental theorem of calculus. Can you help?
He waited a minute. “He’s not responding.”
“That’s okay, he’s still logged in. The trace is working And…yes! I have his IP address. I’m going to run it through the ISP lists we got with the warrant. Ten minutes and we’ll have a provider. And let’s hope they don’t make us jump through hoops before giving us his name and address.”
Carina and Nick arrived at Maggie Peterson’s apartment twenty minutes after she called, breaking all speed records to get to La Jolla from San Diego proper.
Maggie was a wreck, and Kyle was trying to console her.
“What happened to my sister?” Maggie cried. “Where is she?”
Carina had two cops talking to Leah’s boyfriend, and so far his story held. He had a roommate who saw him kiss Leah good-bye, but not follow her out.
“Has your sister complained about being followed? Any strange feelings?”
“She was worried after Angie was killed. Leah works part-time at the Shack, so she knew Angie. Why didn’t Tommy walk her to her car? This would never have happened!”
Carina had also asked the officers watching Kyle if he’d left at all during the night. They assured her that he hadn’t budged.
It was ten in the morning and Leah had been missing five hours. She was supposed to be at work at eight, but hadn’t shown up.
“Maggie, stay here by the phone. Wait for Leah to call. We’ll put an APB out on her. We’ll find her.”
“What if that guy has her? Angie’s killer?”
“Don’t borrow trouble,” Carina said. She looked at Kyle. “Where’s your brother?”
Kyle blinked. “Home, I guess. He’s just a kid.”
“He’s nearly eighteen.” If Brandon and Kyle were working together, this ploy was brilliant. Kyle had the best alibi-spending all night with the victim’s sister.
She hoped she was wrong.
Her cell phone rang. “Kincaid.”
“It’s Dillon. We have a location on Scout. It’s Regina Burns’s house in University City.”
“I’m on my way.” She slammed the phone.
“I heard that,” Kyle said, and Carina mentally hit herself for not taking the call in another room. Cell phones were notoriously easy to eavesdrop on. “What’s with my mother?”
“We’ve been tracking Angie Vance’s online stalker. And we just tracked him all the way to your brother.”
Kyle shook his head as he paled. “No. I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it.” She turned to leave.
“Let me come with you.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Please, he’s my brother. He’ll listen to me. I-I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
“You sit in the cage,” Carina said, referring to the back of her police sedan. “One false move and I’ll nail you. Do what I say and nothing else.”
“I will, please.”
“Let’s go.”
THIRTY-TWO
HIS MOTHER CALLED HIS NAME. She was in the kitchen.
“Brandon, dammit, where are you?”
He waited, playing with the knife. Leah whimpered behind him.
“You parked in my spot, you idiot. I’ve been working all week catering to rich bitches and I can’t even park in my own garage!”
Brandon waited.
“What have you been doing while I’ve been gone?”
She was getting closer.
“Brandon! Damn you, open this door! If you have a slut in your bed I’m going to cut off your dick and shove it down her throat!”
She pounded on his bedroom door. He opened it wide and stood there, his hands at his sides.
“Hello,” he said.
Her face was red with anger as she began to berate him. Then she saw.
He stepped aside and let her see Leah tied and wrapped on his bed. “She’s like a present, isn’t she?” he said.
“What?” Her voice didn’t sound right. “What have you done?”
“You’re early.” He grabbed her wrist. His whole hand fit around it. He squeezed.
Regina stared at him, stunned into silence. Fear clouded her eyes. Good. She should be scared. He hoped she shit herself she was so scared.
It wouldn’t come close to the terror he’d felt growing up. But he was in charge now. He was no longer scared.
“You let strangers into the house while Dad was in prison. Men who fucked you and gave you money. You’re the whore, Mama.”
She tried to slap him with her free hand, but he caught her other wrist easily.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brandon.”
“You betrayed Daddy.”
“I loved your father. You know that! I was the only one who defended him. Let me go!”
He shook his head slowly, back and forth. “You lied about the whores. You lied about Daddy. You’re just like them. You’re a slut and you’re going to get what’s coming to you.”
The fear and knowledge grew in her eyes. She rushed at him and fought him, but he was stronger.
She sucked in a breath to scream.
His hands came around her neck and he slammed her body into the wall. She couldn’t move. She clawed at him with her hands. He squeezed. Tighter. Harder. She kicked, trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t talk. Her head grew light, her eyes saw nothing but darkness. Her lungs shrank, failing to draw in air.
Brandon tightened the hold on his mother, watching her face turn bluish, as her arms and legs stopped moving. A bone cracked beneath his hands.
“One. Two. Three. Four.” He counted. How long would it take for the old bitch to die?
