“No time served. Right, Chloe?” Chase said wearily.
“No time. Community service, but no time.” She looked at Luke and for the first time he saw the sassy Chloe on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry.”
He patted her hand. “She’s okay with it. She said she’d do the same thing.”
Chloe blew out a breath. “It still sucks.”
“Nothing about the last week has done anything other than suck,” Chase said. “Ed, you were busy during the night. Tell them what you’ve got.”
“A couple things.” His eyes grew bright in his worn face. “We lifted some prints off the syringes we found in the bunker and got a match with the hospital’s records.” He pulled a photo from his folder. “Jeff Katowsky, thirty-nine years old. He’s a nurse at the hospital. We picked him up this morning, hiding in his mother’s basement.”
“He tried to kill Ryan Beardsley?” Luke asked.
“He’s confessed,” Chase said. “He was contacted by a woman and threatened that she’d reveal his drug habit if he didn’t kill Beardsley. Just like Jennifer, the nurse.”
“How did Bobby know these people’s secrets?” Nancy asked. “Bobby had to have a source. Who knew about Jeff Katowsky’s drug problem?”
“He won’t say,” Chase said. “Chloe offered him a deal, and he still wouldn’t say.”
“He was genuinely terrified,” Chloe said. “We said we’d protect him. He laughed.”
“Just like Michael Ellis, Darcy’s killer,” Luke said. “Not a coincidence.”
“Chloe, did you ask Al Landers about pressing Darcy’s killer again?” Chase asked.
“I called him before I came in this morning, but he wasn’t in yet.” She took her BlackBerry from her purse. “I also e-mailed him after last night’s meeting.” She scrolled through her messages, then looked up with a frown. “Here’s his reply. He says he’ll go up to the prison himself today, but he didn’t get the police sketch we faxed up to him. The one Susannah gave of the man who raped her the night Darcy was killed.”
Luke closed his eyes. “Susannah said the artist gave the sketch to Leigh.”
“Fuck.” Chase called for the new clerk sitting at Leigh’s desk. Minutes later, he was scowling. “No record of a fax to New York. Leigh didn’t send it and it’s not in her desk.”
“The artist will have a copy,” Pete said. “We can send it again.”
“Yeah, we can,” Luke said. “But why would Leigh not send it? She seemed to be playing both sides of the fence, giving information to Bobby and to us. I wonder what else she held back from us.”
“I’ve been going through the record of calls to her office phone as well as the hotline records all night,” Chase said. “Seems like she shared everything that came through.”
“Maybe she knew him,” Luke said. “Or maybe Bobby told her not to send it.”
Chase stared for a moment, then sighed. “You could be right. I asked the new clerk to contact the sketch artist. We’ll get the sketch sent out and see what shakes out. For now, we focus on identifying the unknown man Monica Cassidy heard in the bunker. He could be the only one left who was willing to help Bobby escape.”
“Mansfield took pictures of Granville in the bunker as insurance in case Granville ever crossed him,” Ed said. “Maybe this guy is in one of them.”
Luke’s stomach turned, bile rising in his throat at the thought of having to look at those pictures again. “I’ll look at them.”
Chase shot him a look of sympathy. “I can get somebody else to do it.”
“No. I want this guy. I’ll do it.” And if it got to be too much, he now had somewhere to turn. He wondered if Susannah understood exactly what she’d offered to do, then he remembered that first afternoon in his car. And a little more of you dies each day. She knew. From experience she knew. It made her need to help him all the sweeter. “But first I want to talk to Garth Davis. He may know where his wife is hiding.”
“He gets arraigned this afternoon,” Chloe said. “He’ll be transported by eleven.”
“Can you get remand?” Talia asked.
“I’m going to try, but I don’t think so. I’ll probably get a pretty high bail, though, which may amount to the same thing. Garth Davis’s bank account is empty. It appears Bobby cleaned him out right before she supposedly ran away.”
“Won’t he get that money back?” Nancy asked, and Chloe shrugged.
“If we could separate Garth’s money from Bobby’s revenue,” she said innocently. “We found her bank accounts on her hard drive, no problem.”
“That hard drive of Bobby’s was just packed with information,” Ed said, his jaw hard. “She was getting rich selling children to rich perverts. Right now we’re too busy trying to document her business transactions to find Garth’s money. He can sit a while and rot.”
“Amen,” Luke said. “Are we done? I want to see Garth before he gets transported.”
“In a minute,” Chase said. “Pete, get that artist’s sketch and pass it around. Show it to Leigh’s friends and family, see if they recognize him. I want to know who he is. Talia, get with the police in Arkansas. Find out whatever you can about Bobby’s childhood, anybody she might go to for help. Ed, what do you have going?”
“We’re tracking concrete manufacturers.”
“Why?” Pete asked.
“Do you remember me telling you that the floor of that bunker was really old, but that the walls were new, prefabbed? Well, guess who also had prefabbed concrete walls in his house that are identical in composition?”
“Mansfield,” Nancy said, snapping her fingers. “It was that structure off his basement, where he’d stored all his munitions and kiddie porn.”
“Yep. I’ve got a list of concrete companies who’d have this mineral composition,” Ed said. “If Mansfield bought a bunker, who knows who else they’ve served?”
“What about Granville’s safe-deposit box key?” Nancy asked.
“Track it,” Chase said. “The banks are all open today. See if Granville had a box at any of them. Germanio, I want you in Dutton by ten. Congressman Bowie’s daughter Janet’s funeral is at noon.”
“She was the first of Mack O’Brien’s victims last week,” Chloe said. “There will be a media circus in Dutton today. Politicians and reporters everywhere. Bobby might show.”
“I know. I’ve arranged to have video surveillance and plainclothes agents at both the funeral and the cemetery afterward.” Chase looked at Germanio. “I’ll get you a list of the agents who’ll be there. I want you there to coordinate. We’ll do searches going into the church for the funeral, but the cemetery will be harder to control. Apparently there’s also a luncheon of some kind afterward for the media. I’ll see you’re admitted.”
Germanio nodded. “Will do.”
“Good. Everyone, meet back here at five. You’re all dismissed.” Chase pointed to Luke and Chloe. “You two stay.”
“What is it?” Luke asked impatiently when the others were gone.
“When I wasn’t going through Leigh’s phone records last night, I was reading the rest of Jared O’Brien’s journal. Luke, he describes every rape those boys did in great detail. There is nothing about raping Susannah in that journal.” Chase sighed. “And Jared was enough of an asshole that he would have bragged about it, if only in his journal. He wanted to… choose Susannah, but Simon always said no.”
“Because he’d already done it,” Luke murmured, and Chase frowned.
“What do you know, Luke?”
Luke sighed. “She doesn’t want Daniel to know. Simon participated in at least one rape. He showed her a picture of him raping her.”
Chase shook his head. “Jared was clear Simon never participated. Where is this picture?”
“She doesn’t know.”
“So it was Simon and at least one other,” Chase said. “Whoever took the photo.”
“Granville,” Luke said, clenching his teeth. “It had to have been Granville.”