“Shit. Not what I wanted to hear.”
“I know, but I’m not going to give up yet.”
“Row, after what happened a few months ago…” he began.
“The hell is going to happen anyway, Ben,” I told him. “Look at what just occurred. Why Felicity called you. There’s nothing I can do to stop it, so I might as well try to use it to our advantage.”
“How you gonna do that if you don’t remember anything?”
“We’ll just have to try it again,” I offered.
“Try what? You mean the hypnosis?” Felicity asked. “Like last time.”
“Maybe,” I replied. “Or maybe something more direct.”
“Rowan, what are you thinking?” Felicity asked. I could tell she was already preparing her own veto for my yet to be announced course of action.
“Psychometry” was my single word response.
“What the hell’s that?” Ben asked with a harrumph. “Math for Witches?”
“Psychic impressions from physical contact,” Felicity explained.
He nodded. “So you mean like when you go all la-la from touching a victim’s body?”
“Exactly,” I replied. “But it’s also like when I ‘see’ things at crime scenes just by being there.”
“Okay, so that’s what ya’ call it.” He raised an eyebrow and gave his head a quick, sideways cant. “So you wanna go to the site of the abduction?”
“For starters.”
“And if that doesn’t work?”
“Let’s cross that bridge if we get to it.”
CHAPTER 30:
“So whaddaya need to do, Row?” Ben asked as he nosed his van into a parking space, levered it into park, and then turned in his seat to look back at me.
Felicity was sitting directly behind him in the back seat, and I was on the passenger side near the door. Agent Mandalay was in the front with him, riding shotgun. She had returned Felicity’s call just as we were getting ready to leave, so we had waited for her arrival before making the trek to the Northwoods Shopping Mall.
“Where did the abduction actually take place?” I asked.
“Let me see,” he murmured, then began counting to himself as he lazily gestured out the window with his finger. “…Four… Five… Six… That one. That should be it, right over there.” He pointed through the passenger side of the windshield. “See that light standard? That should be the one she was next to when she was grabbed.”
I followed the line of his arm to the large concrete footing and towering light post some thirty to forty yards away in the opposite row.
“You don’t know for sure?” Felicity asked.
“I’m not actually workin’ this case,” he reminded her, then pointed out the passenger side window. “I know for sure it was on this lot. There’s the Kathy’s Closet store, over there, and that is the row Ackman said she was parked in. Right now I’m just goin’ by what I was told and the tape they showed me when I was asked to ID the shithead.”
“If you aren’t on this case then what are you really supposed to be working on, Storm?” Mandalay asked.
“Last week’s gang shooting,” he replied absently. “And about five more unresolved gang shootings. What about you?”
He leaned forward and sent his eyes searching.
“Miscellaneous bureaucratic paperwork,” Mandalay admitted, then continued her own line of questions. “So where does your lieutenant think you are right now?”
“Day off,” he explained, his attention still directed elsewhere. “Had ta’ go see my lawyer. But, they called me in to look at the tape so I asked a few questions, and now I’m here.”
“Unofficially, of course?” she half-asked, half-stated.
“Well sure.”
My friend stopped scanning and cocked his head, then pointed again, this time to a different post. “If I’m rememberin’ the angle right, that should be the security camera over there. It’s an older system, so like I said, the picture wasn’t the best.”
I panned my gaze across the muted tableau. It looked dull and flat. Even the more brightly colored vehicles congesting the parking lot seemed subdued under a dusky grey film. Sunset was less than two hours away, and with the overcast skies already blocking a good percentage of the light, perceived nightfall would be coming even sooner than usual.
I don’t suppose it made any difference one way or the other, whether it was day or night, with maybe one exception: We knew Brittany Larson’s body had been buried under the cover of darkness, and you can bet the others were as well. Since Kimberly Forest had been in the hands of the very same sadistic bastard for a little better than eight hours, I had to wonder if she was even still alive and if we should be staking out wooded areas near the Missouri River instead.
The harsh reality was that we really had no way to know how much time she had left. With the exception of what had happened with Brittany Larson, we had no actual evidence of the lag time between abduction and disposal of the body. It was all guesswork on our part.
In the back of my head- only because I didn’t have the stomach to voice it- I was hoping that the amount of torture Kimberly Forest could endure before her body finally shut down would be a deciding factor in her fate. As much as it sickened me to consider what was probably being done to her, even as we sat here looking across the parking lot from which she’d been taken, I was hoping she had a strong constitution.
And, more importantly, an even stronger will to live.
“Okay, I need to go over there,” I finally said, reaching for the door handle. “Just wait here.”
“I’m going with you, then,” Felicity said.
“That’s really not necessary,” I objected.
“Aye, don’t start with me, Rowan,” she returned.
“Don’t either one of ya’ start,” Ben announced. “We’re all goin’.”
I didn’t argue. It wouldn’t have done me any good. Instead, I just continued lifting the lever and unlatched the side door, then slid it back on groaning tracks. Once we had all climbed out of the vehicle, and Ben had locked it up, we began wandering in the direction of the light standard.
“Just so I know, are ya’ gonna go all Tee-Zone on us, Row?” Ben asked.
“If we’re lucky, yes,” I replied.
“Fuckin’ lovely,” he muttered. “What about you, Felicity?”
“We’ll see,” she said, the tone of her voice offering no assurances whatsoever.
“So whadda we do if ya both start floppin’ around like a coupl’a fish?”
“If we say anything then take notes,” I offered.
“Yeah, great,” he replied. “What else?”
“Try not to let us hit the asphalt too hard,” Felicity returned.
“Yeah,” Ben muttered. “Coupl’a fuckin’ comedians aren’t ya’.”
We stopped talking but all smiled and nodded as we met a young couple heading in the opposite direction. They gave friendly nods in return, continuing along their way as they passed us by. A moment later, to our backs, we heard the clipped ‘whoop’ feedback of a car’s locks being unlatched by a remote key fob.
“Jeez,” Ben exclaimed as he looked around the busy parking lot. “It’s five freakin’ P.M. on a Thursday. What’s with the crowd?”
“You don’t shop much, do you Storm?” Constance asked.
“Why would I?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied in a sardonic tone. “Clothes. Shoes. Underwear without holes in them.”
“My undershorts are just fine, thank you,” he returned.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the driving thrum of heavy metal music blaring, or at least that is what I thought I was hearing. I glanced around, looking for the source, all the while having a sudden attack of deja vu.
“Boxers or briefs?”
“None of your business.”
“So, I guess your wife did all the shopping for you?” Mandalay contended.
“Pretty much, yeah,” he agreed.
“Yeah, well you’ve been on your own for a while now, and you said your divorce is going to be final in a couple of months.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Yeah, so you’d better learn to shop. Either that, or get yourself a girlfriend who wants to do it for you.”