Damn, she looked like hell. The bruises had swollen, and the cuts made it look like she’d been in a knife fight. Maybe if she threw on a long-sleeved shirt to help hide the damage …
Too late. Her mother had let herself into the condo with her key, and she would be charging into her bedroom in a matter of seconds.
Oh, well. Face the music.
Kendra swung open her bedroom door.
Diane Michaels stopped dead in her tracks. She was speechless for once, gaping at Kendra’s cuts and bruises.
“Morning, Mom. Pancakes or waffles?”
“What the hell happened to you?”
“I had a little problem.” Kendra moved past her and walked toward the kitchen. “I’m sure you know, or else you wouldn’t be here.”
“No, I came here because I heard about that police officer who was murdered. The news said that the killer is copying your old cases.”
Kendra froze in the act of reaching for the coffee cups. “I should have known. No way this could stay a secret.”
“And no way this should have ever stayed a secret from me.”
Kendra turned back around. She didn’t like that tension in her mother’s voice. She was accustomed to her mother’s exasperation, but this was something else. The woman was truly frightened for her.
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Don’t tell me that. I rushed over here, and the first thing I see is that … thug standing in front of your door. I didn’t know what to think. Then I come in here and see you looking like this.”
“It looks worse than it is.”
“It looks pretty damned bad.”
“I won’t argue with that.”
“So tell me what happened. Now.”
“I will. Calm down.” She put on the coffee. “But I might as well make you breakfast while I do it. If you ran over here this early, I doubt if you had it. How about omelets?”
“I don’t want a damn—” She gazed at Kendra’s expression, and said, “Fine. Anything.” She dropped down in a kitchen chair. “Now stop trying to soothe me and tell me who beat you up.”
“No one. I did it myself.” She opened the refrigerator door and started searching for the eggs. In the next few minutes, she told her mother everything, from her experience on the bridge all the way to Shell Beach early that morning. Her weak attempts to minimize the danger sounded as ludicrous to her as it probably did to her mother. There was no way to hide it. No two ways about it, she thought. It was one hell of a scary night.
When she was finished, her mother got to her feet and stabbed her finger toward a chair. “You sit down. I’ll make breakfast.”
“You’re forgetting something. You can’t cook.”
“Do you have frozen waffles in the freezer?”
“Yes.”
“Then I can make breakfast. Sit down.”
Kendra took the seat she’d indicated at the table while her mother rummaged around in the freezer. “I wanted to save that cop, Mom,” Kendra said quietly. “But he was probably facedown in the tide pool before we even knew what was happening.”
“You were lucky to save yourself.” She pulled out a box of Eggo frozen waffles, tore into the packaging, and loaded them into the four-slice toaster. “By the way, Dean told me all about your adventure on the bridge the other night.”
“I guess he’s running for the hills about now.”
“Just the opposite. You turned him on. I never thought your gifts of observation were good for anything but getting you into trouble. Apparently, they can also be an aphrodisiac.”
“Trust me, they’re not.”
“Tell that to Dean. He can’t wait to see you again. He said he’d called you but had gotten your voice mail and you hadn’t returned the call. He was quizzing me about ideas for your second date. It was sweet, really.”
“He’s a good guy. But I really can’t think about him right now. Not until this case is over.”
Her mother slowly turned back toward her. “You’re not seriously thinking of continuing?”
Here it comes. “I have to.”
“No. The FBI has to, you don’t.”
“No one knows those cases better than I do. For all the PowerPoint presentations and bulletin boards the FBI studies, no one else has actually lived and breathed each and every one of those cases.”
“One person has, Kendra.”
She stared at her mother while she grasped her meaning. “Yes, you’re right. The killer has. All the more reason why I need to be a part of this.”
“And what do you think he’s going to do when he gets tired of playing?”
“He’s not anywhere close to getting tired of it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve dealt with killers like this before.”
“Not like this.”
“Close enough. He’s just getting started. I’ve only just begun to give him the attention he’s obviously craving from me. He has compulsions, sick needs, to be satisfied. I can use those against him.”
“But he knows you, too, Kendra. A hell of a lot better than you know him. He knows where you live and work, and he can get to you whenever he wants to do it.”
Kendra started to point toward the hallway, but her mother cut her off.
“And don’t think that some FBI bodyguard can stop a high-powered rifle with a laser scope,” Diane said. “If this sicko has shown us anything, it’s that he’s capable of killing in any number of ways. The second you step out of this building, you’re vulnerable.” She sat down next to her and took her hand. “Too vulnerable.” She gently ran her fingers over Kendra’s cut and bruised arm. “To see you like this, baby. It just makes it more real. I could lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me. Trust me, the FBI is extremely motivated to keep me alive.”
“It may not be enough.”
“Then it’s enough that I’m motivated to keep myself alive. This killer’s chosen to make this case intensely personal. He’s reaching and trying to hurt me in any way he can. And he’s going to keep murdering people until he’s caught. Don’t you see? I have the best chance of stopping him.”
Her mother was silent. “I’m having trouble seeing that you have a better chance than all the manpower and resources of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It doesn’t compute, Kendra.”
“Yes, it does. In this particular case, it makes excellent sense. And I don’t have a problem turning my back on the FBI. But I do have a problem turning my back on whoever he may try to kill next.”
Her mother leaned back in her chair. “You know … In those months and years after you got your sight, your wild days, I was so afraid. You’d been given this amazing gift, and I thought it might be too much for you. You were so intent on absorbing every new experience, both good and bad, that I was afraid you might … self-destruct. I don’t think you realize how close you came.”
“I do realize.” Her hand covered Diane’s. “But it took me a while longer to realize how hard it must have been for you, Mom. I’m sorry for everything I put you through.”
“It was hard.” She paused, then said brusquely, “But we got through that, and I guess we’ll get through this, too.”
“We definitely will.”
“Particularly since I intend to move in here with you.”
Kendra’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I don’t trust that guard in the hall, but I trust myself. I think I should—”
“No, Mom,” Kendra said firmly. “That’s not going to happen.”
Her mother sighed. “I didn’t think you’d go for it, but I thought I’d try.” She added slyly, “Well, at least call Dean back so that I can see a safe future for you on the horizon.”
“Mom, you’re incorrigible.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “You remind me of Lynch. Pure manipulation.”
“Lynch is a very dangerous man. I’m not dangerous to you. I’m only a mother trying to pave your way to a better life. Will you do it?”
She made a face. “Yes, I’ll call Dean. But that’s all I’ll promise.”
“That’s enough … for now.” She grinned. “I couldn’t leave here without some vestige of victory.”
“And you have it.” Kendra added gravely, “But I do have some bad news.”
“What?”