My insides felt as if they were ripping apart, a knot of nausea building.
I ran into the ladies' room. I bent over the sink and splashed cold water all over my face. “Goddamn it! Goddamnit!”
When my body calmed, I looked up in the mirror. My eyes were dark, hollow and blank; voices drummed loudly in my head.
Four murders, they tolled... Four black cops.
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 46
STAFFORD walked me down from the stone gate on Cerntos
“The chief was on his way home.” She bit her bottom lip. “He lived a couple of houses down that way. No witnesses, but his driver's over there.”
I went to the spot where Mercer's body had been found.
Charlie Clapper's team was already combing all around it. It was a quiet, residential street, the sidewalk guarded by a high hedge that would've blocked anyone from seeing the killer.
The spot had already been chalked off. Blotches of blood soaked the pavement inside the outline of the body. The remains of his last moments, some plastic bags containing magazines, fruit, and a bottle of wine, were scattered around.
“Didn't he have a car stationed in front of his house?” I asked.
Lorraine nodded toward a young uniformed officer leaning against the hood of a blue-and-white. “By the time he got down here, the perp had fled and the chief was bleeding out.”
It became clear the killer had been lying in wait: He must've hidden in the bushes until Mercer came by. He must've known. Just like he knew with Davidson.
From up on Ocean, I saw Jacobi and Cappy coming toward us. The sight of them made me exhale with relief.
“Thanks for coming down,” I whispered.
Then Jacobi did something totally uncharacteristic. He grasped my shoulder and looked firmly into my eyes. “This is gonna get big, Lindsay; Feds are gonna come in. Anything we can do, anything you need, anytime you need to talk about it. You know I'm here for you.”
I turned to Lorraine and Chin. “What do you need to finish up here?”
“I want to check along the escape route,” Chin said. “If he had a car parked, someone must've seen it. Otherwise, maybe someone saw him come out on Ocean.” “Fucking chief.” Jacobi sighed. “I always thought the guy would hold a news conference at his own funeral.”
“We still classifying this as a hate crime, Lieutenant?”
Cappy sniffed.
“I don't know about you,” I said, “but I hate this bastard pretty bad.”
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 47
JACOBI WAS RIGHT about one thing. The next morning, everything had changed. A feeding frenzy of every news organization in the country was massing on the outside steps of the Hall of justice, setting up their camera crews, clawing for interviews. Anthony Tracchio was named acting chief. He had been the chief's administrative right hand, but had never come up through the ranks. On the Chimera case, I was now reporting to him. “No leaks,” Tracchio brusquely warned. “No contact with the press. All interviews go through me.”
A joint task force was set up to handle Mercer's homicide.
It wasn't until I got upstairs that I found out precisely what '' meant.
When I got back to my office, two tan-suited FBI agents were waiting in the outer room. A polished, preppy black man named Ruddy in an oxford shirt and yellow tie, who seemed to be in charge, and the typical hard-nosed field agent named Hull.
The first thing out of Ruddy's mouth was how nice it was to be working with the inspector who had solved the bride and groom case. The second thing was a request for the Chimera files. All of them. Tasha. Davidson. Whatever we had on Mercer.
Ten seconds after they left, I was on the phone to my new boss. “Guess I know what you meant by ','” I said.
“Crimes against public officials are a federal offense, Lieutenant. There's not much I can do,” said Tracchio.
“Mercer said this was a city crime, Chief. He said city personnel ought to see it through.”
Tracchio sent my heart into a tailspin. "I'm sorry. Not anymore.
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 48
LATER THAT AFTERNOON, I drove out to Ingleside Heights to talk with Chief Mercer's wife. I felt I needed to do it myself. A line of cars was already stretched along the street around the chief's home. A relative answered the door and told me Mrs. Mercer was upstairs with family.
I stood around, checking out faces I recognized gathered in the living room. After a few minutes, Eunice Mercer came down the stairs. She was accompanied by a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman who turned out to be her sister. She recognized me and walked my way.
“I'm so sorry. I can't believe it,” I said, squeezing her hand first, then hugging her.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know you've just gone through this yourself.”
“I promise you, I know how tough this is. But I need to ask you a few questions,” I finally said to her.
She nodded, and her sister floated back among the guests.
Eunice Mercer took me into a private den.
I asked her many of the same questions I had put forth to the relatives of other victims. Had anyone recently threatened her husband? Calls to the house? Anyone suspicious lately watching the house?
She shook her head no. “Earl said this was the only place where he actually felt like he lived in the city, not just ran the police force.”
I changed tack. “You ever come across the name Art Davidson before this week?”
Eunice Mercer's face went blank. “You think Earl was killed by the same man who did these other horrible things?”
I took her hand. “I think these murders were all committed by the same man.”
She massaged her brow. “Lindsay, nothing makes sense to me right now. Earl's murder. That book.” “Book...?” I asked.
“Yes. Earl always read car magazines. He had this dream, when he retired... this old GTO he kept in a cousin's garage. He always said he was gonna tear it down and build it up from scratch. But that book he had stuffed in his jacket... ”
“What book?” I was squinting at her hard.
“A young doctor at the hospital returned it to me, along with his wallet and keys. I never knew he had such an interest in that sort of thing. Those old myths--”
Suddenly my pulse was racing. “Can you show me what you're talking about?” “Of course,” Eunice Mercer said. “It's over here.” She left the den and in a minute came back. She handed me a paperback copy of a book every school kid reads. Mythology; by Edith Hamilton.
It was an old dog-eared copy, looked as if it had been leafed through a thousand times. I rifled through the pages and spotted nothing.
I ran down the table of contents. Then I saw it. Halfway down, page 141. It was underlined. Bellerophon Kills the Chimera.
Bellerophon... Billy Reffon.
My heart clenched. It was the name he'd used on the 911 call about Art Davidson. He had called himself Billy Reffon.
I flipped to page 141. It was there. With an illustration.
The lion rearing. The goat's body. The serpent's tail.
Chimera.
The bastard was telling us he had killed Chief Mercer.
A surge rippled through me. There was something else on the page. A sharp, edgy script, a few words, scrawled above the illustration in ink:
More to come... justice will be served.
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 49
LEAVING MERCER's HOME, I drove around in a sweat, terror-filled at what I knew to be the truth.
All my instincts had been right. This was no random, racist murder spree. This was a cold, calculating killer. He was taunting us, the same way he had with the white van.