"Right."
"Then how is he sticking to the story?"
Jana looked firmly in Meredyth's green eyes. "Doctor, I meant he is sticking to his alibi-that he was at work at the taco stand in the mall where he is the night manager, and his multiple alibis are being checked. In the meantime, he's cooperated in helping us to get the neighbor to take a deposition as a witness through official contacts we've made in Jamaica. So both of you, ease off Jana, okay?"
Lucas and Meredyth exchanged a look and each apologized to Jana. Lucas then asked, "What about the impounded Saab? Anything found there?"
Jana made herself comfortable, taking one of two chairs facing Meredyth's desk. Meredyth sat behind her desk, and Lucas took the seat beside Jana.
"A CSI team is going over the Saab. So far, they've found a stain on the front passenger side, the cloth seat. Nielsen says it's chloroform."
"Chloroform, really?"
"Which explains how she was subdued," said Meredyth.
"The abductor likely took her from behind while inside the car, from the rear seat," explained Jana.
Lucas, nodding, added, "Which suggest two perps at work here, one driving, one attacking."
"All of which verifies Dwayne's story-or rather Mrs. Paulis's story."
"Really? Then Stokes is off the hook?"
"Perhaps. Waiting for a call from Jamaica."
"Still, good ol' Dwayne may've hired the couple that abducted and killed her."
"Possibly," she agreed, "but as much as he hated the car, don't you think he would've paid them to take it as well?" asked Jana, smirking.
Lucas smiled wryly and nodded.
"Any case, he's agreed to a lie detector test. That's being arranged as we speak."
"Any other news?"
"Well, you asked about the car. CSI did find strands of Mira's hair, and fibers from the cloth seat in the trunk, not unusual since it's her car, but it could indicate she spent some time locked away there."
"Imagine the gall," said Meredyth, picturing it as Lucas had described the circumstances surrounding Mira Lourdes's disappearance, "leaving his own car at the scene of the abduction… taking Lourdes back to her own driveway…switching cars and switching Mira from the Saab to the car he arrived in… and finally driving off with her."
"We need the woman in Jamaica to give a description of the guy's car," said Lucas. "Get what you can from her on it."
"The bastard did it all with the passive assistance of the girlfriend or the wife, whoever she was-likely in great fear of him," Meredyth added. "So she assists in abducting a surrogate."
"Surrogate?" asked Jana North.
"A stand-in for herself."
"Stand-in for what?"
"A punching bag, a sex slave, a torture chamber victim, you name it. The wife or girlfriend tires of being these things that pleasure him, so together they strike up a plan to abduct someone to fill the role, so the wife-girlfriend can step out of that role of victim. Both partners are happy with the new arrangement. He gets a new sex partner to bully and torture, and she gets shed of his bullying and torturing."
"Then her role in abducting and premeditated torture isn't so passive after all, is it?" asked Jana.
"No, not always, not entirely. If she sat in back while he drove, for instance, she attacked Mira and sent her into a defenseless unconsciousness."
Lucas added, "I've seen such domination of women myself. Meredyth could be right."
The three sat for a moment in silence, contemplating the new developments.
Then Jana asked, "Does the name Mira Lourdes mean anything at all to you, Dr. Sanger?"
"Nothing. A total blank."
"We haven't found any connection between us and Lourdes," Lucas assured Detective North.
"So where does that leave us?"
"The connection is to the killer," concluded Meredyth. "Mira Lourdes is somehow connected to her killer, not us, not Lucas and me."
"But this abduction seems random. According to her family and the boyfriend, she had no enemies." Jana shook her head. "What does that mean, Dr. Sanger?" she challenged.
"There may be no connection in our reality, Jana, that is, the real world, but maybe there is a connection in his reality, his warped mind."
"I see, a warped fantastical notion that Mira Lourdes belongs to him is all the connection he needs. But that could just as well apply to his attraction to you since, obviously, Mira Lourdes did not work out."
Meredyth stared at Detective North and swallowed hard. Lucas contemplated the ramifications of what Jana had just said.
"If that is the case," said Meredyth, "then some nut-ball is stalking me for a surrogate slave, and his woman is helping him in this fantasy turned on me. But such a theory doesn't take into account his taunting Lucas."
Meredyth paced to the window and stared out to the busy street below. "As far as connecting with me or Lucas…well, the creep could well've seen us on the tube, you know, during the Walters case, or even the Casde trials, or being interviewed when we broke that Internet murder ring ten years ago for all we know."
"Yes, well, that's true. You two have made news. You both come with the badge of notoriety as a result."
Meredyth returned to her seat and dropped into it, looking defeated. "Maybe it's time to change professions."
Lucas leaned across the desk and said to her, "Mere, I know it has occurred to you that the killer is simply interested in the notoriety that he can achieve or…or create for himself."
"Big bucks these days in murderabilia," she replied.
"Murderabilia?" asked Jana.
"You know, the peddling of murder paraphernalia, serial-killer collectables and trading cards…."
This set Lucas's teeth on edge, and he further explained. "Buying and selling of anything connected with sociopaths and psychos, from John Wayne Gacy's clown suit, his circus clown paintings, to Danny Rollings's nose clippers and the radio knob offa Ted Bundy's Volkswagen, or the car itself, all going for auction on eBay."
"Christ, perhaps that's all he wants, to be ranked among the big boys of criminal history," suggested Jana, her forehead creasing with the implications of such a notion.
"In which case he may believe he knows us, but we don't have any idea who he is or any connection whatsoever to him in our reality, only in his, as I said," Meredyth added. "His relationship with Mira Lourdes may well've been another twist in the same path. Say he saw her at her place of work, interacted with her, and she became a luminary star for him."
"That's scary," replied Jana. "Reminds me of an obsessive boy who tagged me as his special angel when I was only sixteen."
"When was that, last year?" asked Meredyth, smiling.
"Thanks for the compliment."
"So we're talking stalking behaviors, stalker-think, that all too familiar brand of magical thinking affecting too damn many American males nowadays," said Lucas.
"If we're dealing with a guy with a psychosis, perhaps he's a patient or former patient of yours, Dr. Sanger," Jana suggested, moving about the room now, thinking on her feet. "I'm sure you've considered that possibility."
"We're going to spend the day going over recent and old cases and patients," Lucas assured Jana.
"I mean, it could just be a guy with a grudge," cautioned Jana. "A screwy revenge motive connection that has nothing to do with die media spotlight?"
"Quite possible," conceded Meredyth.
"Either way, I guess the killer has selected you two for his purposes, and he thinks you have a personal relationship, twisted as that may be," said Jana. "I suggest you need a third partner in this, someone with a bit more objectivity, and since the victim is one of my missing persons cases, I'd like to be that person."
"I have no objection," Meredyth replied. "Given Captain Lincoln's order to catch this freak before things get any further out of hand, we welcome your help, Jana."