he'd spent the months between his acting gigs working for a sex call hotline.

'A gig's a gig,' he'd told Hutch, then slipped into a sultry falsetto that would fool just about anyone who wasn't staring him straight in the face. 'These poor idiots already have a picture in their mind of what I look like, honey, so it's an easy sale. And the money's fantastic.'

Hutch had never actually heard Langer speak, other than those weird, high-pitched mewling sounds, but for his money, anything was possible. And it took everything he had to keep himself from crossing the aisle and…

And what?

Considering what the bastard had done to Jenny, making him fully understand her pain seemed like a reasonable conclusion to this saga.

One that Hutch would relish for the rest of his life.

— 44 -

'We're still in the library,' Monica said, her voice strangled by a bad cell connection. 'This boy really likes his books.'

Just an hour earlier, after a concerted effort on re-direct to repair the damage done to Harding's testimony, Abernathy had called a couple more witnesses from Jenny's law firm. Neither of them had met or spoken to Ronnie, or could verify that she had made the phone calls, but both had claimed that Jenny had been upset about the situation. Was even worried about her physical safety.

This was a new twist that would have been a bombshell, had it been true.

On Waverly's expert cross-examination, however, it became clear that Jenny-being Jenny-was worried more about Ronnie's welfare than her own, and the safety issue had merely been witness speculation. Or flat-out invention.

Hutch was guessing the latter.

Much to Abernathy's frustration, both witnesses quickly backtracked under Waverly's grilling, and in the end, their testimony was little more than a feeble attempt to bolster Harding's.

When court was adjourned for the day, Nathaniel Keating gave Hutch a look that said their business was far from over, but Hutch had decided that, short of sending out a hit squad, there wasn't much Keating could do to him. Not without winding up in court himself-assuming he got caught.

Now, as promised, Operation Creep was in motion, each of them taking part as time, work and family obligations would allow. Monica and Tom had volunteered for the first shift, and had followed Frederick Langer to the public library.

'What section is he in?' Hutch asked.

He was calling from his living room as Ronnie helped her mother and son get settled into the apartment. Lola Baldacci didn't seem pleased to be here, especially after she saw that only one bed had been slept in, but any remarks had been reserved for Ronnie's ears, not Hutch's.

Not surprisingly, Christopher was a little shy, but Hutch had at least provoked a smile from the boy when he showed him an old coin trick his father had taught him. When Hutch produced a quarter from Christopher's ear, the boy giggled and said, 'Do it again.'

So Hutch once again made the coin disappear and reappear from the other ear, then took Christopher's hand and dropped the quarter on his palm.

'Put that in your piggy bank,' Hutch said, and the boy's eyes lit up in surprise and delight.

There was a rustling sound on the line and Hutch heard Monica say to Tom, 'What section is he in?' Then, to Hutch: 'Science and Medicine.'

'Surprise, surprise.'

'No kidding. Why couldn't this jerk be a normal pervert like the guys who visit my chat site?'

'I assume you're aware that we've all checked it out at one time or another.'

'Exactly. Like I said-normal. I mean, all guys are perverts, but I shudder to even think about the kind of websites this weirdo goes to. Necrophiliacs-R-Us?'

'Ugh,' Hutch said, remembering the photos in that book. 'Let me know when he leaves the place, and as soon as I'm done here, I'll take over.'

'Roger,' she told him, then hung up.

They were nearing the end of dinner when Hutch got the call.

Lola had insisted on cooking and took over the kitchen, recruiting Christopher as her sous chef, the two falling into what was obviously a standard routine. The boy dutifully fetched ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator as Lola directed him like a stern but loving drill sergeant.

'That used to be my job,' Ronnie said to Hutch. 'But I think Chris enjoys it a lot more than I ever did. Those two are nearly inseparable.'

When Lola and Chris were done, they had rustled up an impromptu chicken and capers pasta dish that had Hutch wondering why Lola didn't own a restaurant.

'With dishes like this,' he told her, 'you'd make a fortune.'

'Money isn't everything, young man. You should remember that. Spend a little time in a poor man's shoes and you might learn to appreciate the life God gave you and not waste your precious days on earth worshipping the almighty dollar.'

Hutch smiled stiffly. 'I'll keep that in mind.'

Lola had remained distant during the meal, and despite Hutch's efforts at conversation, it was obvious she didn't approve of him. He wasn't quite sure why, although the unmade bed in his room probably had something to do with it. Ronnie's mother struck him as a conservative religious woman who frowned on any activities that weren't church vetted and approved. Especially when they involved her daughter.

And apparently Hutch's money was another black mark against him. According to Ronnie, her mother had spent her life working in factories, most of it on the assembly line at the local Pepsi bottling plant. So her resentment toward a rich boy with very little talent, who had gotten even richer through luck and happenstance, was completely understandable.

None of this negated her skill in the kitchen, however. As he ate Lola's fettuccine, which was high on the nirvana scale, Hutch did his best not to moan after every bite. But it was a struggle. And considering the reason Lola was here in the first place, he almost felt guilty for enjoying it so much.

He was polishing off a glass of cranberry cocktail-a distant second to the Pinot the Baldacci women were drinking-when his phone rang. Checking the screen, he saw that it was Tom, and knew that this was his cue to get moving.

'He's got some new books and he's at the checkout counter,' Tom said. 'Start heading in this direction and I'll tell you where to meet us.'

Less than a minute later Hutch was pulling on a hoodie when Ronnie appeared in his bedroom doorway. 'I'm going with you.'

'No,' he said. 'You've had a long day. Stay here with your family.'

'And listen to the Wrath of Lola all night long? I don't think so.'

'What about Christopher?'

'He can barely keep his eyes open. I'll make it up to him tomorrow.'

Hutch nearly told her that she might not have too many tomorrows, but he bit his tongue. The whole point of this exercise was to make sure she did.

Snatching an old UIC baseball cap off a hook in his closet, he tugged it on, then pulled his hood up over it, hoping he'd pass as just another college student. 'Right now you're a more visible target than even me,' he said.

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