I was still squeezing her. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?”
“Yeah.” She exhaled. I could see it in her eyes. “Believe me, I know.”
The bullet had only grazed her. The ER doctor had cleaned the wound, bandaged it, and was releasing her without even keeping her overnight. Another inch, and we wouldn't have been talking now.
Claire reached out for Edmund's and Willie's hands and smiled. “My men did okay, didn't they? Both of them. Edmund's car scared the sniper away.”
Edmund grimaced. “I should've chased that bastard myself. If I'd caught him... ”
“Down, tiger.” Claire smiled. "Let Lindsay be the heat.
You stay a drummer. I always told you,“ she said, squeezing his hand, ”Rachmaninoff might be in his head, but when it comes to his heart, the man's all Doggy Dogg."
Almost at once, the reality of what had almost happened seemed to overwhelm him. Edmund's bravado melted away.
He sat down, just leaned against Claire for a while, and as he tried to speak, put a hand over his eyes. Claire held his hand without speaking.
A little more than an hour later, after going through the story with the Burlingame Police, we walked the grounds outside her house.
“It was him, wasn't it, Claire? It was Chimera.” She nodded her head, yes. “He's a real cold sonofabitch, Lindsay. I heard him say, ”Lean a little to the left, Doe.' Then he started firing."
Local cops and the San Mateo County sheriff's office were still scrambling all over the house and yard. I had already called Clapper to come down and lend a hand.
Claire said, “Why me, Lindsay?”
“I don't know, Claire. You're black. You work in law enforcement. I don't understand it myself. Why would he change his pattern?”
“We're talking calm and deliberate, Lindsay. It was like he was toying with me. He made it sound... personal.” I thought I saw something I had never seen in her before. Fear. Who could blame her? “Maybe you should take some time off, Claire,” I told her. “Stay out of sight.”
“You think I'm gonna let him push me under a rock? That's not a possibility, Lindsay. No way I let him win.”
I gave her a gentle hug. “You're okay?”
“I'm okay. He had his chance. Now I want mine.”
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 71
I FINALLY DRAGGED MYSELF back to my apartment at sometime after two in the morning.
The events of the long, horrible day - Jill losing her child, Claire's terrifying ordeal - flipped by like some old-time nightmare film sequence. The man I was tracking had almost killed my best friend. Why Claire? What could it mean? Part of me felt responsible, dirtied by the crime.
My body ached. I wanted to sleep; I needed to wash away the day. Suddenly, the door to the guest bedroom opened, and my father shuffled out. In the madness of the day, I had almost forgotten he was here.
He was wearing a long white T-shirt and boxers with a seashell pattern. Somehow, with the deprivation of sleep, I found this funny.
“You're wearing boxers, Boxer,” I said. “You're a witty old bastard.” Then I told him what had happened. As a former cop, he would understand. Surprisingly, my father was a good listener. Just what I needed right about then.
He came around to my side of the couch. “You want coffee? I'll go make it, Lindsay.”
“Brandy would do the trick better. But there's some Moonlight Sonata tea on the counter there if you're up to it.” It was nice to have someone here, and he seemed eager to calm me.
I sank back in the couch, shut my eyes, and tried to figure out what I was going to do next. Davidson, Mercer and now Claire Washburn... Why would Chimera come after Claire?
What did it mean?
My father came back with a cup of tea and a snifter of Courvoisier two inches full. “I figure you're a big girl. So why not both.”
I took a sip of tea, then drank about half the brandy in a gulp. “Oh, I needed that. Almost as much as I need a break on this case. He's leaving clues, but I still don't get it.”
“Take it easy on yourself, Lindsay,” my father said in the gentlest voice.
“What do you do,” I asked, “when everyone in the world is watching and you have no idea what to do next? When you realize that whatever you're fighting isn't giving in, that you're fighting a monster?”
“That's about where we usually called in Homicide,” my father said with a smile.
“Don't try to make me laugh,” I begged. But my father had me smiling in spite of everything. Even more surprising to me, I was starting to think of him as my father.
His tone suddenly changed. “I can tell you what I did when it really got tough. I took off. You won't do that, Lindsay. I can tell. You're so much better than me.”
He was looking squarely at me, no longer smiling.
What happened next, I would never have believed. My father's arms just sort of parted, and almost without resistance, I found myself burrowing into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, a little tentatively at first, then, just like any father and any daughter, he squeezed me with tender care. I didn't resist. I could smell the same cologne he wore when I was a child. It felt both strange and, at the same time, like the most natural thing in the world.
Having my father hold me unexpectedly, it felt like layers of pain were suddenly stripped away.
“You're going to catch him, Lindsay,” I heard him whisper, squeezing me and rocking"
"You will, Buttercup..
It was just what I needed to hear.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said. Nothing more, though"
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 72
“LIEUTENANT BOXER.” Brenda buzzed me early Monday. “Warden Estes from Pelican Bay Line two.” I picked up the phone, not expecting much.
“You asked if we had ever had a policeman imprisoned here,” Estes said.
I perked up immediately. “And?”
“Mind you, I don't give a shit about some lunatic ravings from Weiscz” But I did go back through the old files. There was a case here that might have some relevance. Twelve years ago. I was the warden at Soledad when this scum arrived here."
I took the phone off speaker, pressing the receiver to my ear.
"They had him here for five years. Two of them in iso.
Then they shipped him back to Quentin. A special case. You may even remember the name."
I picked up a pen and started racking my brain. A cop at Pelican? Quentin?
“Frank Coombs,” Estes said.
I did recognize the name. It was like a headline flashing back from my youth. Coombs. A street cop, he had killed a kid in the projects some twenty years before. Got run up on charges. Sent away. To any San Francisco cop, his name was like a warning bell for the use of excessive force.
“Coombs turned into more of a bastard in prison than he was on the outside,” Estes went on. “He choked a cell mate blue down in Quentin, which is why they shipped him here. After a stay in the SHU's, they were able to cure him of some of his antisocial tendencies.”
Coombs... I wrote down the name. I couldn't remember anything about the case except that he had choked and killed this black kid.
“What makes you think this Coombs might fit?” I asked.
“As I said... ” Estes cleared his throat. "I don't much care about Weiscz's ravings. What made me call was that I asked some of our staff. When he was here, Coombs was a charter member of that little group of yours.
“My group?”
“That's right, Lieutenant. Chimera.”
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 73