"Christ." Lester scratched his nose, then his head. Then, "We gotta tell Roux. That's what she's paid for."
Roux said, "I wish you hadn't told me."
"That's what you're paid for," Lucas said, straight-faced.
Roux sighed and said, "Right. So. Anything critical, we keep to ourselves, though I don't see how we could keep Manette's message to ourselves. We wouldn't have known what it meant."
Lester explained Lucas's idea about feeding false information through the family: Roux grudgingly approved but rolled her eyes to the ceiling and said, "Please, God, don't let it be Tower."
"One other thing," Lucas said. "We've got recorders on everybody's listed numbers, because we were only looking for incoming calls from a stranger. We should start looking at the private phones, too, the unlisted numbers, the outgoing calls. And we need to be quiet about it."
Roux looked at Lester, who nodded and said, "I agree," and then closed her eyes and said, "They'll be pissed when they find out."
"When they find out, we can explain it," Lucas said. "But we need to get on this right now. I mean, right note. We're running out of time."
"But I really don't think whoever it is would call from his own phone."
"They might, if they think they know what's being monitored," Lucas said. "And when the asshole needs to get in touch with them, he's got to call. We need to know about anything anomalous-odd rings, cryptic phone calls, funny-sounding wrong numbers, anything."
Roux sighed, spread her hands on her desk, looked at them. "I knew there'd be days like this," she said.
"You gotta do it," Lucas said.
"All right," Roux said. "I'll call Larry Baxter-he'd sign a warrant on the Little Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe."
"Tonight," Lucas said. "Get Anderson to call the phone company and get a list of all their numbers, on every single one of the family members. Then get a guy over to the phone company and have him sit there and listen."
"We're running out of guys," Lester said.
"Pull some uniforms," Lucas said. "We don't need Einstein over there."
One hundred and forty-four vans were stopped along I-694 after Mail's call to Lucas. Two men were held briefly while checks were run on them, and then they were released.
"You know what he was doing?" Lucas said, looking up at a wall map in the Homicide Office. He pointed at the top of the map, at the belt highway. "I bet he's on a secondary road driving parallel to the highway. I bet he was on County Road C, knowing that if we're tracking him, we'd be looking on 694."
"So… that's gonna be tough," Lester said, looking at the map. "We'll have to try to flood a whole area, instead of just a road, or a street."
"We won't get him that way," Lucas said. "He'll keep changing up on us."
Lucas was just ready to leave again when Elle called back. "I'm pushing the button on my fax. You should have a fax coming in."
A second later, Lucas heard the fax phone ring once, and then the fax machine started buzzing at the other end of the office: "It's coming now."
"Okay," she said. "Now. If it's the Bible, it's Psalms, of course."
"How do you know that?"
"Psalms is the only book that has chapter numbers as high as the ones he cited," she said. "If they're not from Psalms, then it's just a bunch of gibberish. It could be anything."
"But what if they're all from Psalms?" Lucas asked.
"This is what he said," Elle intoned. "He said, 'A little blank verse' and then the numbers. And here are the first three verses. These are from the King James Version, by the way-I think he'd probably be using one, since I doubt that he's religious, and if he's not, he's probably got a James."
"All right. But the pope'll be pissed." There was silence on the other end and Lucas said, "Sorry."
She said, "Why don't you go get that fax?"
"Just a minute." He put the phone down, got the fax, and walked back. "Ready."
"Psalm 112:10," she said. Lucas followed along on the fax as she read, "The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.
"Psalm 4:4: Stand in awe and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.
"Psalm 147:9: He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry."
There was a rustling of paper and Elle said, "Got that?"
"Yeah. But what is it?" He studied the Psalms but found no pattern at all.
"I couldn't see anything at first. I kept thinking that the verses must relate to his condition, or the condition of the women. I thought he must've made a psychotic connection between them. These are powerful images-gnashing teeth, ravens and beasts, the wicked and the grieved. The problem is, I couldn't relate them to anything. There was no thread."
"Elle? What are you leading up to?" Lucas asked.
"A silly question," the nun said. "It's so silly that I don't want to explain it unless the answer is yes."
"So ask."
"Is there anybody named Crosby involved with this whole thing?"
After a moment of silence, Lucas said, "Elle, we're getting ready to plaster the papers and the TV newscasts with pictures of a woman named Gloria Crosby. She knows our man. How did you know?"
Elle laughed softly and said, "I thought it was so stupid."
"What?"
"The sequence of single words in the first three verses, with that 'blank verse' coming first."
"Elle, damnit…"
"Each verse has one of these words, in order: Blank, Gnash, still, young."
Lucas closed his eyes and then grinned. "God, I like this kid. It's the group: Crosby, Nash, Stills and Young. I think the order is wrong, but…"
"I think that's it."
Lucas's smile faded. "Then he's got her. Crosby."
"That would be my interpretation. After that verse, he says, 'long line.' That breaks the meaning of the top three verses from the next three. For the first two of those three, I have no clue. Well, I have some clue, but it's pretty general."
Lucas read the two verses, under the long line she'd drawn across the paper. The first was Psalm 23:2: He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters.
"She's dead," Lucas said. "That's the verse you read at a funeral."
"Unless he's hinting that he's taken her to Stillwater."
"Yeah." He scanned the fifth verse, Psalm 32:9: "Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee."
After a long moment of silence, Lucas said, "Doesn't mean anything to me."
"Me either. But I'll think about it."
"How about the last one?"
"That's the one that worries me: 69:22: Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap."
"Huh," Lucas said.
"Be careful," Elle said. "He's warning you."
"I will. And Elle: thanks."
"I'm praying for Dr. Manette and the children," Elle said. "But you've got to hurry, Lucas."
Before Lucas left, he called Anderson and said, "Check and see if there are any horse farms-or mule farms, for that matter-out near Stillwater."
"There are," Anderson said. "Lots of them. It's sorta St. Paul's horsey country."
"Better start running the owners," Lucas said. "Make a list."
CHAPTER 20
Weather was sleeping soundly when Lucas finally got home. He slipped out of his clothes to the light from the hall, coming through a crack in the door, and dropped his jacket, pants, and shirt over a chair. After tiptoeing to the bathroom, and then back out, he took off his watch, put it on the bed table, and slipped in beside her.
She was warm, comfortable, but Lucas was unable to sleep. After a few minutes, he got up and tiptoed out to the study, sat in the old leather chair, and tried to think.