Damien agreed.
“But this is a newspaper, and we’ve got to run with the story.”
“I understand. Of course we’ve got to cover this. I’m glad you let me write it.”
“There’s another side to this story, Damien.”
Damien searched Edgar’s face. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” Edgar waited. “That Frank might’ve been the person behind the Web site.”
Damien slammed his fists against the chair he stood behind. “What are you talking about? It’s only a rumor! Frank is not behind it.”
“The story presents it as an angle, just like the police are doing.”
“You wrote it?”
“I assigned it to Bruce.”
“There is no evidence pointing to Frank.”
“You’re his friend, so I understand that you’re not seeing this clearly.”
“There is nothing to see except speculation.”
“He had motive.”
“Edgar-”
“Hear me out,” Edgar said, his voice rising. “He had motive. It was no secret he was never able to let his wife go. He wanted to keep up with what Angela was doing. And now a source at the police department says there was a sister who attempted sui-”
“Don’t you think it’s a little elaborate to have this entire Web site full of people’s conversations just so he can listen in on Angela’s life?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he was more desperate than anyone knows.”
“Circumstantial. That’s all it is.”
“His rookie shed some light on his state of mind.”
“Meaning what?”
“We have him quoted as saying that he believes Frank could’ve been a part of it, that he disappeared sometimes for no reason, with no explanation of where he’d been.”
“What a guy. Really knows how to wear that uniform.”
“The posts have stopped. There hasn’t been one since Frank died.”
“There is also no evidence on Frank’s computer that he was involved.”
“There are theories attached to why that is.”
Damien walked to the door and opened it. “I’m sure there are.”
“I know this is difficult. And believe me when I say that we’re not presenting it as fact. It’s not proven yet. But it is a story that Marlo has a great interest in.”
“Marlo? Or you? Because as far as I can see, this isn’t hurting you any, is it?”
Edgar flinched but seemed dismissive of the accusation. “If it was Frank, it would solve a very big mystery.”
“Or cause harm to a man’s reputation, a man who can’t in any way defend himself.”
Damien tried to read Edgar’s expression, while filtering it through the utter disgust he felt. But Edgar didn’t say anything else. He only stared at his desk.
Damien walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Kay barely heard the phone ringing over the vacuum. She shut it off and hurried to the wall phone. She grabbed it on the fifth ring. “Hello?”
“Mom?”
Kay’s heart skipped a beat. The voice sounded urgent. “Jenna? What’s the matter?”
“Mom, I just… I wanted to call.”
“You sound frantic.”
“No, I’m okay. I had a break between classes. What are you doing?”
“Vacuuming. You don’t sound okay.”
“I’m… you know, it’s a lot to… It’s just one of those days. Maybe it’s all hitting me.”
“Do you want to come home? I’ll come get you.”
“No. It’s fine, really. Listen, that’s the bell. I gotta go. See you after school. Let’s get a movie tonight, okay? Pizza?”
Kay smiled. “Of course.” The line went dead and Kay hung up the phone. She unplugged the vacuum and was wrapping the cord up when the doorbell rang. Hunter had been expecting a box from Amazon.
But it wasn’t a box on her front porch. “Jill?”
Sobbing, Jill collapsed to her knees. Her wail echoed off the concrete porch. Kay hurried outside, kneeling in front of her and grabbing Jill’s wrists. “Jill? Is it Natalie?”
Jill shook her head. “It’s Mike. They’ve arrested him. For that police officer’s murder.”
Damien fled to his desk, not knowing what to do with the anger he felt. Part of him needed to leave, take a walk, maybe a vacation. Just get out.
But no. Not with all this hanging over Frank. He knew his best friend, and he knew he wasn’t behind this. Frank would never knowingly cause chaos in this town. And what would be the point of listening in on people’s conversations?
He rolled his fingers around on his temple, then dialed Lou Grayson’s cell phone.
“Grayson.”
“It’s Damien.”
“I need to call you back. We’ve got-”
“No. Listen to me. Your rookie is talking to the press. The Gavin kid.” Damien could hear Lou breathing. “Giving theories about Frank’s involvement with the Web site.”
The captain cursed. “They probably ambushed him at home. Doesn’t he know there’s protocol for this sort of thing?”
“I guess Frank hadn’t gotten to that yet,” Damien said flatly. “I want to know something. What is your investigation finding in regard to how these conversations are being recorded?”
A pause. “Off the record?”
“Yeah. Okay. Off the record.”
“We’re looking into the possibility that someone is using a laser listening device. They sell for hundreds, sometimes thousands, of dollars but ironically can be built fairly cheaply.”
“Built? What do you mean?”
“I gotta go. Google it, and you’ll see what I mean.”
The line went dead. Damien googled “build a laser listening device.” Within seconds, he was reading step-by-step instructions on how to do it.
He scrolled down, trying to figure out how it worked. He learned they didn’t use a microphone. Instead, a change in light was measured by the way it reflected off a surface, usually a window. Wading through the scientific jargon, Damien read that basically the laser light reflected off the glass toward the operator would be shifted, continuously changing. By detecting this shift, the vibrations returned to the operator as sound.
Or something like that.
But what Damien found particularly interesting was that these types of devices could record conversations from a long distance without access to the space. All that was needed was a window. Because infrared laser light was invisible, detecting the device would be almost impossible.
Damien tried to think back to the conversations he read on the Web site. It seemed most of them would be conversations one would have indoors. It was impossible to prove, but the scenario was playing out better than anything else.
He continued to search, finding instructions on how to make a homemade device. It was mostly over his head, but anyone with even the slightest bit of interest in electronics or technology could probably pull it off.
Damien sat back in his chair, pondering it all. He’d considered bugs in phones and in homes but never a device like this.
But for Damien, the more important question was why. What was the purpose of this madness?
He slid the mysterious crossword from his briefcase. He reread the messages hidden there. Whoever was doing this knew Damien or at least knew of him. Knew that he constructed crossword puzzles.
And was still out there, no matter what anybody said.
The question was, why did he or she stop?
Damien withdrew from his file drawer the heavyweight paper he used to construct crosswords. The paper already had the lightly penciled boxes ready. He just had to color in the black spaces and make his puzzle.
Except this puzzle would hopefully solve another puzzle.
It was time to send a message in return.
27
Damien arrived home a little before 9 p.m. Kay, Hunter, and Jenna sat crowded on the couch in front of the big screen. Movie credits rolled.
Damien kissed the top of Kay’s head and clapped his kids on their shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Just a little movie and hang time.” Kay stood and turned to him. “We saved you some pizza.”
“Nice of you.” He grinned. He looked at Jenna, who was still seated, staring at the TV. “You okay?”