“She was
“She is as sane as you and I, Robin, only her idea of right and wrong are warped.”
Will swallowed, continued. “I’ve always been honest with you about my past relationships. I’ve dated a lot of women. I guess-hell, I don’t know. I screwed up somewhere. I never knew how to keep a relationship going. I was never in it for the long haul. My marriage fell apart because I was really married to my job. So after Wendy, I dated a lot, never got serious. Never, until you.”
“I don’t need to know about your past, Will,” she said. And she didn’t. As far as she was concerned, what was happening now was what was important, not the past. “I haven’t been a saint.”
“Hear me out. Please.” He swallowed again. “No relationship lasted more than a couple months with me. Not after Wendy. I dated Diana. And let the relationship fade away like everything else. The job always came first for me. I liked Diana, but it didn’t click.”
He squeezed her tight and his voice cracked. “It’s my fault, Robin. She planned on killing you. I don’t know what I would have done then.”
Robin absorbed the information. “Me? Why? I never did anything to her.”
“I always prided myself on being discreet in my relationships, but with you-God, Robin, I thought about you all the time. Frank knew about our relationship and he had a big mouth. Dillon Kincaid, a forensic psychiatrist we consulted in this case, believes Diana had a fixation on me, and when I left her to focus on the job in her mind that was acceptable. Then I started seeing you. She viewed all women as inferior. But us, together, seemed to set her off.”
“Did she-did she tell you this?”
“No, but her interview was convoluted. She was on the verge of confessing when she lawyered up. I have to tell you, Robin, they’re going to cut a deal with her. We have her on Jim’s murder-she used a gun she’d processed earlier this week in a gang shooting, and there’s trace evidence that the Sheriff’s Department will likely be able to tie to her. They are going to send some people to search her house in the morning-we felt it would be cleaner if they served the warrant.”
“What kind of deal?”
“They’re not going to try her for Anna’s murder.”
“I don’t understand,” Robin said slowly.
“The D.A. is going to offer her a deal-she confesses to Jim Gage’s murder, waives her right to trial, and she’ll be given life without parole in a federal penitentiary. Agent Vigo is working out the details on that right now. It’s tricky, but they think they can cut it.”
“Why is it tricky?”
“If we bring her to trial for Anna’s murder, every case she ever processed will be under scrutiny. Hundreds of violent predators will file an appeal, and many will win. She planted evidence. We don’t have the time or resources to fight all those cases. But if we can keep it in-house, have her plead out, seal the records, we won’t face such an onslaught.”
Robin didn’t know what to say. Intellectually, it made sense, but emotionally she wanted justice for Anna.
“There’re some huge political considerations…”
“Politics?” Robin slid away from Will, rolled over and faced him. “She’s getting away with Anna’s murder because of
“She’s not getting away with anything. Please try to understand. Don’t you see that every single one of her cases is going to be called into question? Hundreds of convicted criminals-murderers, child molesters-are going to claim they were framed or that the evidence was tainted because she handled it. We may already have that problem, but the D.A. is working an agreement with the Feds to review all case evidence that Diana Cresson handled. We need time. None of us believe that she contaminated any other crime scenes-Anna’s murder was personal. But try telling that to a jury.”
“It’s not fair.” Robin’s bottom lip trembled. Will touched it with his thumb.
“You’re right. None of this is fair. I wish I had a better answer for you. I wish that bastard Glenn was in prison. I wish I had seen Diana for what she was years ago. I wish I had figured it out before Jim ended up dead.”
She reached for him, rubbed his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know you’ve done everything you can.”
Robin wished Anna could be avenged, that her killer would go to prison for killing her. But she would be satisfied that Diana Cresson went to prison, period. At least she knew what really happened. That would have to do.
Will pulled her back to him, flesh against flesh. “When you walked out, I tried to replace you, but you are irreplaceable. I was miserable and didn’t know it until I saw you again, saw what I had so callously tossed aside. I didn’t know what we had until it was gone, Robin.”
“And we have it back.” She kissed him.
“God, yes.” He kissed her again, his hands fisting in her tangled hair. “Yes, Robin, we have it back, in spades.”
“I love you so much, Will Hooper. And we’ll get through this. I promise.”
“I should be saying that to you.”
“You have. In words and deeds.” She cuddled into his chest. “You need sleep.”
He rolled over on top of her. “I want you more.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
Will met with the Sheriff’s Department personnel at Diana Cresson’s house Saturday morning in Lemon Grove, a suburb of San Diego. He was observing only. Hans was supposed to meet him there, but he was a no-show and didn’t answer his phone.
Chief Causey, however, arrived along with the assistant sheriff. These two murders-Anna Clark’s and Jim Gage’s-had the potential to seriously damage the department. “If I can suggest, sir,” Will said, “use Trinity Lange to defuse the situation. Give her something good. Like a confession on the Gage homicide. We don’t have to discuss the Anna Clark murder-those are wild accusations by an escaped convict who killed a mother, a guard, and a retired cop.”
“Stanton is going to work the media,” Causey said, “but I know you owe that reporter a bone. I’ll talk to the D.A. about it.”
“Thanks, Chief.”
A sheriff’s criminalist came out of the house with a bag. He approached the three of them, speaking to his supervisor. “We found a box of case files that matches the description of the box missing from Dr. Gage’s house. We also found this.” He held up a plastic bag with a notepad in it.
Will recognized Jim’s small, block printing. At the top of the paper was written:
There were several pages of notes.
“We also found shoes that tested positive for blood. We’ll expedite the test to verify a match to Dr. Gage.”
“Any journals?” Will asked. “Notes of any kind?”
“We’re still searching,” he responded. “We have a computer specialist working on a laptop. Files have been recently deleted, but he believes he can retrieve them.”
Will’s phone rang. It was Hans. “Any news on Glenn?” Will answered.
“My contact Nico tracked Glenn to a bar on the south end of Tijuana,” Hans replied. “The owner said a man matching Glenn’s description went home with his waitress last night. Nico broke into the apartment and Glenn was gone. The waitress was uncooperative, but Nico learned he’d missed Glenn by twenty minutes.”
