Apparently, like Cookie, she’d been friends with them too.
And now they were all dead.
He looked at Cookie’s house and then at his aunt’s house.
If this kept up there might not be anyone left alive on Orion Street.
CHAPTER 47
Puller called Landry and told her what had happened.
“I won’t make it there in an hour,” he told her. “Sorry.”
“Does Chief Bullock need me to come in?” “No, I think they’ve got it covered. Just processing the scene. Your buddy Hooper is working the graveyard shift.”
“I think it’s punishment from Bullock for being such a jerk.”
“I’m starting to like your boss more and more. I’ll see you when I see you. Okay if it’s late?”
“I’ll postpone my walk. But only if you fill me in on the details as soon as you get here.”
“Deal.”
He clicked off and went back into the house. Bullock was upstairs with his tech guy.
Cookie was still dead. Still at the bottom of the tub.
Bullock was looking around. “No fingerprints in the water.”
Puller said, “But most of these surfaces are great for prints. If they left a trace behind, great. If there’s no trace behind, that tells us a lot too. Means it’s been scrubbed. Which means he was killed.” He pointed to the floor. “Dry, but damp. Could be from water sloshing around, which would be the case if someone were holding him under.”
Bullock looked at his tech guy. “Get to it.” They both stared down at Cookie’s diminutive frame at the bottom of the water.
“Hell of a way to go,” Bullock noted.
“Anytime someone other than the man upstairs decides when you die it’s a hell of a way to go-”
“So you do think that’s what it is? Murder?”
Til wait for the post. But yeah, I wouldn’t be stunned if somebody killed him.”
“Looking a lot like your aunt’s situation.” “Yeah, it is.”
“I’ve got a car going to check on this Ryon woman.”
“That’s good.”
“You think she might have done it?”
“Cookie was old and small. She’s young and bigger and stronger. So, yeah, she could have done it.”
“And her motive?”
“No way to tell just yet.” Puller debated and then decided to share it. “My aunt also knew the Storrows.”
“You really think that’s significant?”
“Anytime you can tie murder victims together in some way it’s significant. Or at least it could be.”
“I guess.”
“I’m going to go check into a room at the Gull Coast.”
“About those men in your room last night?” “What about them?”
“We couldn’t hold them.”
“So Landry told me.”
“For what it’s worth, I believe you. Eight against one sort of explains itself.”
“Yeah, it should.”
“Watch your back.”
“I always have.”
On the way to his SUV, Puller scooped up Sadie along with some of her food and a leash. The tiny dog looked up at him mournfully as she sat in Puller’s big hand.
“Yeah, I know, Sadie,” said Puller. “But it’ll be okay.”
CHAPTER 48
The first thing was to make them fearful.
Well, to make
Fearful people often took steps to stop that fear.
That is, they often made mistakes when they reacted fearfully.
Mistakes were good, when the other side was committing them.
Mecho looked up at the grand estate in the darkness. It looked different in the moonlight. But he knew exactly where everything was.
Tonight would not be the main assault. Tonight was just the opener.
He did not approach the main gate. The use of that gathered intelligence would come later.
There were six security agents roaming the grounds. They did not use guard dogs. Good for him, because his scent would have already reached them. Dogs were much better guards than humans in that regard. But humans were more dangerous.
Dogs only had teeth and claws.
Humans carried guns. And killed with malice, the only species that did.
He had approached from the ocean side, slithering up a dune and then across a stretch of high grass to the fence. The fence did not have electronic monitors or surveillance cameras like the front gate did. It was also not electrified. But there were motion sensors tethered to bright lights. Trip one and you revealed your position. However, Mecho had scoped out where all of them were when he was here working. The lights would not trip him up, but he still had to be careful.
The defensive philosophy here was a simple but effective one. Put up reasonable outer- perimeter measures, like fences and gates. If one got through them, the real defenses, clustered in an inner hardened circle around the target, would kick in and stop you.
At least that was the theory.
He clambered over the fence and dropped silently to the ground. He looked to the east and then to the west. The guards staggered their rounds. He had seen it from prior observation. He had also gained this intelligence from some well-placed questions to other members of the hired help he had encountered while working here. They obviously had no love for their employer.
Perhaps they thought Mecho was simply a burglar looking to steal from the rich.
What did they care about that? Someone who had everything losing a little piece of it?
More power to him, they probably thought.
But he thought there was another reason for their helpfulness. And it was the most disquieting one of all. It made the anger boil in his chest. It made him want to lash out and crush someone.
But those feelings would keep. He would not crush anyone tonight.
Not unless he had to.
He zigzagged across the lawn, avoiding the motion sensors in the trees. He waited by a clump of bushes as one of the perimeter guards made his rounds. When the man was just past him, Mecho struck.
The guard crumpled to the ground unconscious, blood running from the head wound. It was not fatal, Mecho knew that. He had calibrated his blow to wound, not kill. And he was a man who knew exactly how to do this.
He also had the man’s weapons. A Smith and Wesson.44 semiautomatic and an MP5. Overkill, perhaps, for a security patrol around a residence, however rich the occupants might be. And you had to multiply that by six, for the other guards were similarly equipped. Florida had very liberal gun ownership laws.
As Mecho looked down at the fallen man, he had to smile. The fellow apparently was pulling double duty, because it was the same man who had yelled at Mecho during the day for speaking to Chrissy Murdoch.
