on a meager pension like me.”
“I doubt that, Harry,” Swartzman said. “But it’s funny you went against your own advice and wound up here. That doesn’t make you a killer, though.” The professor rose from his chair and stepped between Sneed and his old friend. “He’s not capable of this, sir. I hate to be derogatory, but he’s not nearly a good enough scientist to manipulate the genetic code of bacteria by himself.”
Trainer rolled his eyes, but he didn’t contest the knock on his skills.
Shaking his head, Sneed didn’t relax his menacing pose in the slightest. “I wouldn’t put anything past anybody. I can’t tell you how many street thugs had set up sophisticated boiler rooms or smuggling operations. I think me and him need some alone time. I’ll see what he’s really made of.”
The Lagoon Watcher backed toward the door and wagged his finger at the detective. “I don’t see a warrant and you’re not paying me to clean this dust bucket. That means I’m outta here.” He reached behind his back and grabbed the handle.
Apparently, Sneed didn’t have enough on the Watcher to claim reasonable cause because he didn’t make a move for him.
“You drive a blue pickup, right son?” Sneed asked. He got no reply. “I hear one of those has been on the prowl lately ‘round the schools. What for?”
The Lagoon Watcher left without saying another word. Sneed turned his video monitor toward the scientists so they could see him leaving the parking lot in his blue pickup. He had a Marlins ball cap on the dashboard. Aaron didn’t understand the significance, but the shit-eating grin on Sneed’s face coupled with the devastated puss of his professor told him plenty.
Chapter 13
Moni paced past the crime lab a few times until the professor had left, leaving young Aaron without his chaperon. The student studied the photos of the beheaded body and the floating lumps of guts and bones that had once been fish. When she slipped behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, Aaron nearly jumped out of his skin. “Whoa!”
Then he turned around and must have realized that those gruesome scenes were only photos. When Aaron blushed, Moni knew how much he cared about impressing her. “Hi Moni. This stuff is pretty intense. I’ve sliced open animals before…” She gave him a mocking glare of disgust. “You know, like for dissection in class. I don’t enjoy it or anything. But this guy, he’s straight up psycho.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth as he spoke. He had this adorable smile like a little spider monkey. His body was sculpted with lean muscle, no doubt from all the outdoor adventures that gave him that golden tan.
The only outdoor adventures her ex Darren had were shooting craps and tagging buildings with spray paint.
“You look like you could use a break,” she said. “Come on in my office for a few.” Aaron scanned the lab for his professor. “Don’t worry. Just tell him I needed your advice on a little something.”
Aaron probably thought of that story as an excuse to go one-on-one with her, but it actually mirrored Moni’s intentions pretty closely. In case he caught on to her ruse, Moni strutted ahead of him on the way to her office so he could enjoy a little wiggle. Once inside, Aaron immediately noticed the photo on the bookcase of Moni wearing the graduation cap and police uniform with her arm around her beaming mother. Everyone who saw that always remarked how much darker her mother looks, making it a dead giveaway that her father is a white man.
The young man smiled with those handsome lips of his. “I can see where you got your rocking looks from,” Aaron said. “Is she a crime fighter too?”
His compliment sprouted a grin across her face that covered up the bitter irony in his comment. Her mother had been a victim of criminal battery at the hands of her father.
“My mother was a nurse, God rest her soul,” Moni said.
“Oh… I’m sorry.” His smile gone, Aaron studied the picture once more. Somehow, photos look different when it’s known that a person in them is a ghost.
“It’s all right. She had a weak heart, but she’s in a better place now.” That place being away from her father. The stress of their abusive marriage drove her blood pressure up and killed her. Even from behind bars, the nasty letters her father mailed home beat the woman down more than his fists ever could.
Moni should have stepped up and saved her mother. She had seen the bruises on her face and arms so many times, but she didn’t say anything. Neither of them had called the police. Neither of them had fought him off, much less lifted a hand against him.
She wouldn’t let it happen again. Moni promised Mariella she’d protect her against that monster conducting a massacre along the lagoon. She couldn’t help the girl until she knew whether she had been infected or not, but Moni couldn’t trust anyone working for Sneed with the tests. He wanted the girl more than the lagoon killer did.
After some conversational foreplay about Aaron’s studies in the graduate program and how he lives in a beachside apartment with friends-not his mom and dad-Moni cut straight to it.
“How about you drop by my place this afternoon?” she asked. Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ll pick Mariella up and be in by three-thirty.” His enthusiasm mellowed, but not by much. Most guys would have ducked out right there. In her senior year of high school, Moni and her friends joked that having a kid was as good as man repellant.
“That’s cool. I never had a little sister so I hope I’m not a bad role model. I could teach her to surf.”
Mariella probably would have loved that if her ordeal hadn’t made her terrified of the water. She kept a wary eye on the canal behind Moni’s house all day, but she never went near it.
“We’ll save that for another day. She takes a while to adjust to new people,” Moni said. “But I hope you bring your exam kit. After her parents were murdered she spent the whole night near the lagoon. I just want to make sure she’s, you know, healthy.”
“And you don’t want Sneed knowing. I don’t blame you. He’s a damn good cop, but I get the feeling he’s more about bagging them and tagging them than protecting kids.”
“You catch on fast,” Moni said with a giggle. She ran her hand down his arm and gave those rock-hard shoulders a fleeting caress. She wished she knew a good babysitter that could buy her a couple hours with him.
“I wouldn’t worry about it though,” he said. “If she had the thiobacillus infection, it would be obvious. That thing is so brutal you’d see her sick for sure. And it might make people all aggressive like those animals were. We both know that’s so not a problem with her.”
Reminding herself that Mariella only hurt the Buckley boy after he had provoked her, Moni nodded. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a sour pit in her stomach. If the girl didn’t have anything wrong with her, then why did someone leave the raven and why did the stalker shadow Mariella at school?
“She’s okay. It’s just a precaution.” Moni realized her attempt at an assuring grin fell flat.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll check her out tonight as long as she’s ready.” He placed his hand on her shoulder for a second before awkwardly withdrawing it like he thought he had moved a little too fast. And Moni had thought beachside guys were all about hooking up, surfing and smoking weed. At least he looked like the exception on one of those counts.
“Thanks so much.” This time, Moni hooked her digits around his shoulder and dragged him in for a kiss on the cheek. He didn’t try turning it into a lip lock-well behaved boy. She hadn’t dated one of those since… ever. But acting all sweet wouldn’t help her if things got rough, and between the men she couldn’t shake from her life and Mariella’s problems, she knew they would soon enough. “Just keep one thing in mind. This isn’t a school project. It’s the difference between people dying and escaping with their lives. One witness is already dead. So if you want to get with this for real…” Pausing, she noticed how he widened his eyes as if she were talking about getting with her in a relationship. “Get with this murder investigation, I mean… I just want you to understand because I don’t want to take advantage of your, you know, your…”
Ringing from Moni’s phone interrupted her. Figuring Mariella’s teacher had another round of bad news, she answered immediately.
