He’d never know how much he’d hurt her, deeply, inside, where who she was mattered.
And she’d never show him.
“Glenn killed Frank Sturgeon. Early this morning.”
She sucked in her breath. She wasn’t surprised, but the reality stung. There was no love lost between her and Frank-she had never liked that man-but she’d never wanted him to die.
She nodded. What could she say?
“That’s it?” Will asked, his hands on her shoulders. She forced herself to be a stone.
He dropped his hands and said curtly, “You know the danger. You hired security. You won’t have to see me.”
He turned, walked away, and Robin held her breath.
He stopped, turned, and looked at her from the doorway. “I messed up with you, Robin. And no one is sorrier about that than me.”
Then he was gone.
FIFTEEN
Will agreed to meet Trinity late that evening at Bob’s Burger across from the police station. She’d spoken cryptically, essentially telling him she had additional information about her meeting with Theodore Glenn the night before. To say he was angry was an understatement-had she kept important information from the police?
He sat in the bar section of the bar and grill and ordered a double Scotch while he waited. He didn’t normally drink when working a complex case, but if he was going to sleep even a couple hours tonight, he was going to need something.
Chief Causey had called him earlier to tell him the Feds were on their way. Specifically, one agent by the name of Hans Vigo who had some familiarity with the case and was a criminal profiler. Causey had cleared it, and now Will had another partner.
Not that he minded, as long as Vigo was one of the good guys. The truth was, the FBI was hit or miss, depending on who they sent. Sometimes they screwed with the locals, sometimes they helped. At this point, Will could use an objective eye, someone who might be able to figure out where Glenn was hiding or who might be helping him-if anyone.
That Theodore Glenn seemed to have just disappeared irritated Will to no end. They had hundreds of cops in both the city and county on full alert for Glenn. His picture was plastered in all media outlets-television and newspaper. His parents’ house was staked out 24/7. The bulk of Glenn’s assets were in a trust administered by the court, but he still had enough resources available to him. By law, the court could only retain the amount necessary for restitution. The bastard was worth over ten million dollars plus whatever interest had accumulated. When he was put to death, the remaining assets after legal expenses and restitution would be given to his surviving family, in this case his parents.
Not that they would take much consolation in receiving the money. Not with both their children dead. Nor would Glenn’s money help their little granddaughter Ashley accept or understand the brutal murder of her mother. Her mother who had done the right thing and was now dead.
Where was Theodore Glenn right now? They’d sent officers to hotels and motels in the area, both cheap dives and upscale establishments. Glenn was a neat freak, Will couldn’t see him in a dive, yet his self-preservation was paramount and therefore maybe he
There were nearly one thousand hotels, motels, and weekly apartments in San Diego County. Glenn didn’t have any friends left, the trial had killed most of the loyalties anyone may have had with him. But he was charismatic and Will didn’t doubt Glenn could talk his way into or out of virtually anything.
Look at Trinity. She was nearly convinced that Glenn hadn’t killed Anna. To what end? Will wanted justice, he wouldn’t want a killer to get away with murder, but he honestly didn’t believe that had happened in this case. The evidence was clear, but more than that, Will had faced Glenn and
What if he was telling the truth? The trouble with sociopaths is that you never knew when they were telling the truth and when they were lying.
The Feds were going through Theodore Glenn’s possessions and communications from the prison. If he had someone on the outside, the Feds would know about it soon enough.
Will had no problem trusting the Feds in this matter. They were just as concerned about the escaped convicts as every jurisdiction in California and the rest of the country. Twelve killers-nine now, after the latest report-on the loose. To haunt their old hangouts, or to disappear?
The fact remained that most convicts were recaptured within thirty days. Glenn was now a cop killer and that put the chances of his arrest that much higher-only a small handful of cop killers were never caught.
Trinity was late. Will would be irritated if he wasn’t so worried about her. He pulled out his cell phone to call the cops watching her place-to make sure she was safe-when she walked in. She looked as tired as he felt, and made a beeline to the bar, sliding onto the stool next to him while kissing his cheek at the same time.
“Thanks for meeting me.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“A choice? You always have a choice.”
“You told me over the phone that you lied to me this morning. I could have you arrested.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t test me. I’m not in a good mood. You didn’t tell me everything this morning.”
“I couldn’t. Not then.”
The bartender came over and Trinity ordered a Diet Coke. After she was served, Will said, “What’s going on? I want the truth.”
“You brought Theodore Glenn into custody two days after Brandi Bell was killed. According to the arrest report, he’d been identified by an elderly woman who lived across the street from Brandi, and by Robin McKenna.”
“Are we going to rehash the case? All that is in the transcripts.”
“Bear with me, okay? This is important, Will.”
Her sharp brown eyes were serious.
“Go on.”
“So this Mrs. Tchtivski gives a relatively vague description of a suspect, and Robin McKenna pegs him as Theodore Glenn, a regular customer.”
“It wasn’t that vague.”
Trinity read from the report. “‘Over six feet tall with brown hair, maybe dark brown, and not fat or skinny.’ That’s pretty bare bones.”
“Robin had mentioned Theodore Glenn after Bethany’s murder. Glenn had been involved with Bethany and Robin felt something was off about him from the moment they first met. I didn’t hold much weight to that-a lot of those guys are creeps-but I quietly looked into Glenn’s background. Just to check him out. Corporate attorney, wealthy, owned a plane, a stunt junkie. He didn’t seem to fit. But-”
“Go on.”
“After Brandi was killed Robin told me about his relationship with Brandi, and how he came in the night after the murder and asked about Brandi. Something about the way he asked disturbed Robin. I showed her the sketch and she identified him. Even though the eyewitness
