serial killer.
“ Find him,” Walker said. “Find him and clear him before someone puts a bullet in him.”
“ I’ll do my level best,” Washington said.
“ And take care,” Walker said before hanging up.
“ What do we do now?” Glenna asked.
“ We drive to Lakewood and pay a visit to Jim Monday’s mother-in-law.”
“ Why?”
“ I’ll fill you in on the way.”
He finished the telling just as he was nosing into the driveway of a quiet house in a quiet residential neighborhood. The front yard was surrounded by a two foot hedge, there was a tire swing hanging from a giant shade tree in the front yard. The house was white, the shutters orange, the color of flames. It was a cheerful looking place and with a park across the street, a good place to bring up children.
He opened the door and got out, wondering, as he always did, how to handle the questioning. Glenna followed as he mounted the front porch. He pushed the bell and a tall patrician looking woman answered. Her blue rinsed hair and no nonsense makeup told him there was only one tack to take with this lady. The truth. She would see through anything else.
He introduced himself as a police officer and showed her his badge. She introduced herself as Jean Barnes and she kept a poker face when he asked if she had seen the news.
“ No, I seldom watch it in the afternoon. A thirty minute dose at 6:30 every night is quite enough, don’t you think?”
“ More than enough. Too much, probably.” He smiled at her, then launched in with his story. “I’m going to be straight with you,” he said, “because I don’t have time to beat around the bush. Right now I’m a police officer. Tomorrow I probably won’t be. And this young lady is my daughter, Glenna.”
“ I don’t understand.”
“ Please let me finish.”
“ I’m all ears.”
“ My partner and I were across the street when David Askew was killed.” He went on to tell her everything he could think of concerning the events of the last two days, including how Walker had employed him to clear Jim Monday.
“ You know,” she said, when he finished, “Jim and I have never been close. A personality conflict, I guess, but I know him well and I’ll tell you one thing. He didn’t do any of what they say he did.”
“ That’s what we’re trying to prove. That’s why I need to talk to him.”
“ Why don’t we go in and call him?”
“ You know where he is?”
“ Of course, Roma called me about an hour ago. We talk almost every day. They’re on their way to Tampico. Right now they’re in Collinga, half way to San Francisco. They’re staying at that beef ranch, the one with a little airport. I can’t remember the name.”
“ Harris Ranch?” Glenna asked.
“ That’s the one. They call it an inn, but it’s really a motel, but a very fancy one. It’s a wonderful place to go and get away from it all.”
Hugh looked at his daughter with raised eyebrows.
“ Mom and I drove to San Francisco last month. We stopped there for lunch. They have the world’s best beef.”
“ I thought you were a vegetarian?”
“ Most of the time,” she said with a wink.
“ Let’s go inside,” Jean Barnes interrupted, “and I’ll call him up.”
They followed her into the neatly kept house and stood by as she dialed. She reached the Inn but there was no answer in their rooms.
“ They’re probably in the restaurant,” she said.
“ Mrs. Barnes, I think it’s best if I go up there and I think Glenna should stay with you till I get back.”
“ No way. I’m going with you,” Glenna said.
“ Do you think it’s dangerous?” Jean Barnes asked.
“ No, and no,” he said. “I want you here in case she gets through to Monday,” he told his daughter. “And I don’t think it’s dangerous. They’re far out of harm’s way out there in the middle of nowhere.”
“ Young man,” Jean Barnes said, “I’m perfectly capable of getting a hold of my son-in-law. I’ll call every half hour if I have to. Take your daughter with you if it’s not dangerous. You said you wanted to show her what it’s like to be a cop. Well, show her.”
“ I was just afraid-”
“ I know,” she cut him off, “you were afraid that after he talked to me, he’d run away. Well don’t worry, he won’t. We may have our differences, but he knows I’d never lie to him. I’ll tell him you’re trying to help. He’ll be waiting for you when you get there. Gratefully, I’m sure.”
“ I’m sorry, it’d be better if you didn’t call. If you’re wrong and he bolts, it could be catastrophic.”
“ How do you figure?”
“ If he runs into another cop, one who doesn’t believe he’s innocent-and right now I’m about the only one looking for him who thinks he is-and that cop shoots first-” he let the sentence hang.
“ I understand. I won’t call.”
He wanted to stay longer and question the woman further. He wanted to find out everything he could about Jim Monday, but there wasn’t time. He wanted to leave Glenna with her, because he was afraid that it might, indeed, be dangerous. Trouble seemed to be following Monday, but he wanted to justify Walker’s faith in him as quickly as possible. He needed that job. It would allow him to quit the department with dignity. So he agreed with her and took his daughter, even though he knew he shouldn’t.
Chapter Eight
Jim Monday was ripped from sleep by a rapping that knocked through him like gunfire. Someone was at the door.
“ What?” He jumped out of bed, fighting to see in the dark and losing the battle. The rapping continued. “Who is it?” he said loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door, half expecting the police.
“ It’s Edna.” Jim heard urgency in her voice.
“ Just a second.” He jumped into Turnbull’s slacks, threw on his shirt and opened the door, allowing in the light and a pale Edna Lambert, followed by Roma.
“ It’s all over the television,” Edna blurted out. “They’re calling you a mass murderer. Every policeman in the state is looking for you.”
“ Slow down.”
“ Turn on CNN,” Roma said.
“ Slow down, tell me.” He flipped on the light.
“ My son came by the house,” Edna said. “When I didn’t answer, he let himself in and found the bodies. He called the police. It’s all on the news.”
“ Wait a second,” he went to the nightstand, picked up the remote, turned on the television, going through the channels until he found CNN’s Headline News. He didn’t have to wait long for the story.
The stiff looking newscaster finished a story on Eastern Europe, then went to a commercial. After the break he led with the Jim Monday story.
“ And now more on the late breaking story from Long Beach, California. CNN has learned that Jim Monday, ex-congressman and millionaire developer is suspected in yesterday’s early morning hit and run death of the famous Los Angeles Attorney, David Askew. That brings to six the number of people Monday has allegedly killed, and still missing are Roma Barnes and Edna Lambert. Their fate is unknown, but in light of Monday’s killing spree, the worst
