“My deranged hiker – he links to whatever you’re working on,” Mac said. “It’s no coincidence that you both turned up at Beanie’s house at the same time.” She paused a moment. “Maybe you need to talk to me. Let me in.”
“Harris hasn’t told us anything actionable, Mac.” Rook heard the wail of sirens on her end of the connection. There wasn’t one thing he liked about having to hang up, but he had no choice. “You’ve got to go, I know. We’ll be there soon.”
“It’s a pink hydrangea,” she said. “No more pink for me, I swear.”
Even spooked, she drew on her sense of humor. She clicked off, and Rook loosened his grip on his cell phone. He filled in the gaps of his and Mackenzie’s conversation for T.J., who’d hit the gas and was navigating the traffic with ease.
When they arrived at the historic house, an Arlington police cruiser had landed on the scene. Showing ID, Rook and T.J. walked over to the porch, where Mackenzie was speaking with an officer.
“When you send her flowers,” T.J. muttered to Rook, nodding to the hydrangea and the knife on the porch step, “don’t send pink. And no knives. Chocolate always works.”
As Rook exhaled, he let out a soft curse. “The hydrangea’s here in the yard. This son of a bitch waltzed right in here, cut the damn flower…” He swore again. “Bold.”
“I’ll go talk to the locals, see what I can find out,” T.J. said.
Rook noticed that Mackenzie had extricated herself from the detective and was heading their way. “You don’t have to make yourself scarce -”
“Yeah, I do.”
He winked at Mackenzie as they passed each other. She stopped in front of Rook, her hair down, red curls hanging in her face. “I swear, I’d be less creeped out if he left me a severed squirrel’s head or something straightforward like that. A flower and a knife? That’s just bizarre.” With both hands, she pushed back her hair, and he could see perspiration glistening on her forehead. “I’m trying to keep an open mind. It could have been anyone, really. The attack’s been in the papers -”
“It wasn’t anyone,” Rook said.
“No. Probably not. I wish I’d been here and had another crack at him.”
“Where were you?”
“House hunting with Juliet Longstreet and Ethan Brooker.”
Rook knew them. “How long were you gone?”
“About two hours. He must have – I don’t know. My car wasn’t here. He wasn’t looking for a confrontation. He just wanted me to know he’s been here, to throw me off balance.” She looked back toward the porch. The crime scene guys would remove the flower and knife, test them for any trace evidence. “I’d like to hear what your FBI profilers have to say about this guy.”
“He’s a bold, calculating sociopath who’s getting reckless,” Rook speculated. “Does this incident help you remember him?”
“No. But we have a history. I just don’t know what it is.”
Rook touched her fingers, a subtle move that the other law enforcement officers in the vicinity wouldn’t notice. “You okay?”
“Frustrated.” She smiled suddenly. “Maybe it was my ghosts.”
Joe Delvecchio pulled into the driveway, followed by Nate Winter and his wife, a stunning, visibly pregnant woman. Sarah Dunnemore Winter wouldn’t blame ghosts for the “present” on the porch steps. Like everyone else, she’d look to the man who’d attacked Mackenzie in New Hampshire.
Rook stood aside and let Mackenzie deal with them. T.J. rejoined him, shaking his head. “I want this SOB,” he said.
“Get in line.”
Nate eased in next to Rook. Winter had a reputation as a serious agent, but tonight the senior deputy was at a crime scene for personal reasons. Because of his long friendship with Mackenzie, Rook thought.
“Nothing like this happened to me my first year on the job,” Nate said. “Hell. She called you?”
Rook nodded.
“My uncle and I got to her father first when the saw went wild and cut him to pieces. She’d stayed with him. There was so much blood, at first we thought she was injured, too. We thought Kevin was dead. Gus found a pulse, and then we worried he wouldn’t live until the ambulance got there. He’s a great guy. Strong, decent. His wife Molly, too. He kept defying the expectations. Everyone was focused on him.”
“Mackenzie slipped through the cracks.”
“She’s avoided blood and gore – her words – ever since. I thought that’d get her kicked out of the academy, if her authority issues didn’t. She’s not easily intimidated, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“She hasn’t told her parents about the attack. They’re in Ireland – she wouldn’t want to upset them. She’s not used to being on that side of things. Letting people in.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Rook asked.
Nate looked out across the driveway toward his wife and Mackenzie, who were chatting together. “If Mackenzie knew where Harris Mayer was, she’d tell you. If Judge Peacham knew, she wouldn’t necessarily tell Mackenzie. Or you, for that matter.”
“I don’t distrust Mackenzie, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I’m not asking anything,” Nate said, then gave a polite nod. “I have to go.”
Once Winter was out of earshot, T.J. gave a low whistle. “He may be a bigger hard-ass than you are, Rook.”
“You want to translate what he just said?”
“He said if you break Mackenzie’s heart, he’s not going to forget.”
Rook scoffed. “You’re full of shit, T.J.”
Unrepentant, his partner grinned. “I’ll stick around in case you need a ride home.”
“I’ll need one,” Rook said, half under his breath.
Within a few more minutes, most of the law enforcement officers left. T.J. gave a deliberate yawn. “My stomach’s calling for a pizza with everything on it. Except anchovies. Anchovies and pepperoni just don’t mix.”
Rook sighed. “Two minutes.”
He walked across the steamy driveway to the porch, where Mackenzie was arguing with a young uniformed officer about how she didn’t need a cruiser making periodic checks on the place overnight. He didn’t back down – he said they’d be checking on the property, not on her. She finally relented, likely because it was the only way she’d be rid of him. The officer took his victory and retreated.
“Kid’s got a future if he can stand up to a marshal,” Rook said.
Mackenzie gave him a dark look. “They’re all creeped out about the hydrangea.”
He had no idea if she was joking, but it was clear that no one liked the prospect of a stalker – and no one blamed the ghosts for the flower and the knife. “Everyone would relax better if you just weren’t here tonight.”
“Nate and Sarah offered me their guest room, but I declined. Bad enough Sarah has this place to worry about, with a baby on the way and me here attracting trouble. She doesn’t need me underfoot at home.”
“Come back to my place. T.J.’s starving. My nephew will be there – he’s always starving. We’re ordering pizza.” Then Rook added, “You can have the upstairs bedroom all to yourself.”
She squinted at him, clearly not sure about the idea.
“Look at it this way. Either I’m staying here or you’re staying at my place. If it’s not me, you know it’ll be Nate, and why would you want that? He has a new house and a pregnant wife. He’s a senior deputy.” Rook smiled. “He’s not as good-looking.”
“I don’t know, Rook, Nate’s pretty good-looking. Of course, there’s T.J. He’s so good-looking he’s been known to stop hearts.” But she couldn’t sustain her humor, and blew out a breath. “Honestly, there’s no need for you to stay -”
“Then grab a toothbrush, Mac, because I’m not leaving you here alone.”
She shoved both hands through her hair, then let them drop. “All right. Give me two minutes.”
“Take all the time you need.”