'I don't have to. With how you are, you'll reveal yourself.'
'I see. And how's that, Marlow? Oh yes-I'll stumble into Dr. Yung's office with a severe onset of psychosomatic blindness.'
Always moving, always mocking.
'Hey, Atlasia,' Jade said softly.
'Yes?'
'I had lunch with Darby yesterday. She's a… charming woman.'
Jade heard an immediate click and then the dial tone. Allander was too smart to get upset on the phone, but Jade had managed to get in a solid shot. And more important, he had known just where to punch.
Chapter 50
Travers turned in the passenger seat to face Jade. 'Well, we got an interesting complaint from a bartender today. Filtered to us through the local police. Said some maniac yanked him through a shattered window and dribbled his head on the pavement.'
'I find 'dribbled' excessive,' Jade said.
'What gives?'
Jade looked at his hand, on top of the steering wheel. 'I had an off night,' he said.
'Well, it was pretty bad form, Marlow.'
'I am well aware of my form, Travers. Much more than you think. Let it go, all right?'
She was surprised that he seemed upset about it, so she backed off. 'Well, you don't have to worry. Someone up high is giving you all the room you need for this case. Charges were mysteriously dropped.'
'You wouldn't have had anything to do with that, would you?'
She looked out the window. 'No. Why would you ask that?'
'I just think it's odd that no one's checking up on me. No one at all.' He glanced over at her, but she was watching the side of the road. 'The reports back to headquarters must say I'm competent.'
' 'Competent' might be an overstatement,' Travers finally said. 'Let's let this go, too, huh?'
Jade nodded.
'McGuire's house was a nightmare. Atlasia's still more than a step ahead of us.'
'I'm getting there,' Jade said. 'He's definitely gonna go after his parents. We got that in the open after the theater ruse. On the phone, he called it 'the real test.' '
Travers whistled. 'I still can't believe he called you again. You really got him hooked.'
'He loves talking about himself so much he can't resist. And his parents. He said he couldn't wait to get his 'little hanz' on them.'
Travers laughed. 'That's great.'
'What?'
'It's a parapraxis, a classic Freudian slip. 'Little Hans!' Freud's most famous case study about the boy-'
'— with the unresolved Oedipal complex,' Jade finished. 'It's more like a pun than a slip. Allander's fully aware of the game here. But still, great call, Travers.'
Her eyes darted around the dashboard as she tried not to smile. 'Well, you're not the only one doing your homework.'
'His 'little hands,' ' Jade repeated. 'He's been trying to prove how small all his victims are compared to him. Compared to his experience. He's just been building himself up psychologically to face his parents. And he's 'little' only when he faces them. David and Goliath. The final challenge is the one that scares the shit out of you.'
'The one nobody else can take on,' Travers said.
They were quiet for a while as the car sped across the city. It had taken some time, but Travers had finally learned to ride with Jade without gripping the door handle.
'You seem pretty excited about this lead,' she said. 'What makes you think it's related?'
Jade flushed. 'Just a hunch.'
'It's a completely different MO, though,' she said.
'It was a functional killing.'
'Functional?'
'Yeah. He must've wanted something specific or he would have left more than two bullet holes.'
'Well, the body was moved. Abrasions on the elbows and the heels of the shoes. Left in a deserted lot on the edge of Sutro Heights, but from the twigs and dirt samples they picked up, looks like he was killed somewhere more rural. Nothing was found at the crime scene except the body.'
'That's the whole point,' Jade said. 'We need to figure out what's missing.'
'I don't get it,' Travers said. 'It looks nothing like Atlasia to me. Nineteen-year-old male, killed by a gunshot, outdoors, no mutilation.'
'He can break character,' Jade said softly.
'What?'
'He's not trapped in the pattern-his killings aren't a compulsive ritual, they're more like a performance. He can step out of it if he needs to.' Jade rubbed his eyes with a thumb and index finger.
Travers looked over at him as the car bounced over a few dips. 'You all right?' she asked.
'I think-' Jade cleared his throat, covering his mouth with a fist-'I think it might be my gun that was used in the killing.'
'Oh God, Jade,' she said. 'I'm sorry. Was it…? How did…?'
'He took it from my backyard when he came over and dropped the note. I kept a Glock under a back counter.' Jade's expression hardened again. 'Look, there's nothing I can do about it now. Let's use it for what it's worth. See if it can lead us to him. That's all I can think about right now.'
Travers didn't say anything, but she nodded in agreement. Jade silently thanked her for being quiet. He needed quiet right now.
Steve Francis's parents lived in Sunset, close to McGuire's house, though his body was found at Sutro Heights. Their nondescript single-story home was painted yellow and trimmed in white. For some reason, they had decided to paint their mailbox a bright fire hydrant red, post and all. Jade wondered how many dogs relieved themselves on it daily.
Travers took Jade by the arm as they headed up the walkway to the door. 'Look,' she said. 'They've just lost a son. They sound okay on the phone, but they almost didn't consent to see us. They've been dealing with a parade of police and press all day. Why don't you let me handle the bullshit and just ask questions when they're important?'
'We'll see,' Jade said.
The door opened to reveal a woman with white hair pulled back in a bun, a pair of circular spectacles perched on the end of her nose. She looked like a retired librarian. Her eyes were not red from crying.
Jade let Travers do most of the talking. She expressed her condolences to Mary and Len Francis for the loss of their son. Len was a carpenter. Jade could tell that much from the muscular arms that protruded from his starched, short-sleeved shirt, and the outline of the tape measure worn in the back pocket of his jeans.
The parents were very much in control. They were not accustomed to expressing emotion, particularly to strangers, and the strength of their suppression was visible in their tightly drawn mouths. They were not the type of people to fall apart, even over the loss of a son.
The interview progressed routinely until Travers asked what Steve was doing at Sutro Heights. 'Did he like to hike? Do you think he went there on a walk?' she asked.
Mary and Len looked at each other blankly. 'No,' Len said. 'Steve wasn't the hiking type. Liked more thrills than that. Pole-vaulting maybe, but no hiking.' He laughed.
The back door banged and a boy about fourteen came in. He looked a lot like Steve, at least judging by the crime-scene photograph.
'Hi Mom, Dad,' he said.
He caught Jade's eye and walked over. 'Frank Francis,' he said, offering his hand. Travers smiled at his
