Mary covered her face with her hands. “I can’t watch the news. I couldn’t stand knowing her name. I keep trying to forget her, but I see her there, screaming.”
A shiver slithered down Eric’s spine. The image hadn’t left his mind either. But at least Mary wasn’t watching the news, so she hadn’t heard about the guard yet.
“Mary, listen. Think about what had Joel so fired up. What had you fired up. Those wetlands. Our earth. We wanted to keep one corner of our earth… safe.” He oozed sincerity. He was choking on it. Yesterday he’d believed every word. Today he just wanted it to be over. “We stopped them, but only temporarily. With Tomlinson’s money, they’ll rebuild. Bigger, maybe. That means all of our sacrifice was for nothing. Joel would have died in vain. You don’t want that, do you?”
Mary shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“He would have wanted this,” Eric murmured. “You know it. We owe it to him.”
She went very still. “What do we do?” she whispered.
Eric wanted to blow out a relieved breath but kept it in. “Meet in the parking lot, same place as before. Tomlinson has a guard dog. We’ll need to bring some steak with some sleeping powder on it. Just to make him sleep, Mary,” he added when she flinched. “I had some muscle relaxants, but they expired a long time ago.”
“I have some sleeping pills,” she murmured. “Just to make him sleep.”
“Absolutely,” Eric assured her.
She squared her shoulders. “Joel’s burial is tomorrow.”
Eric’s brows rose. “Tomorrow? Oh yeah. That’s some Orthodox rule, right?”
“Burial within twenty-four hours. I want to go, but if I go alone his parents will freak. You’re going, right? You’ll go with me?”
If I’m still in the country. “Of course. Get some rest. Don’t watch the news.”
He watched her go, then turned to Albert. “You in?”
Albert looked straight ahead. “What does he have?”
“What does who have?”
A muscle twitched in Albert’s taut jaw. “The guy who shot the guard. He saw us. He’s making us do this stupid crime.” His accent became more pronounced, as it always did when he became emotional. Usually Eric found it a turn-on. Not today. “That’s the only explanation for this ridiculous charade. So what does he have on us?”
What was there to say? “Video. The whole thing. Close-ups of our faces and of the girl’s face in the window. You smacking Joel and us dragging him away.”
“So we are now his bitches?” Albert asked bitterly.
“Either that or we run.”
“Where would we run? The world is a very small place.”
Eric attempted a small smile that fell painfully flat. “ France? They don’t extradite if there is a possibility of the death penalty. And you do speak the language.”
Albert did not smile. “This is Minnesota. We’d just go to prison for life.” He turned only his head, spearing Eric with his eyes. “When did you plan to tell me, mon ami?” What had once been an endearment was now a soft snarl.
“Tonight. After we were finished. I needed some time. If you refused, he’d show the video and I’d be trapped.”
“I, I, I,” murmured Albert. “You took a lot on yourself. When did I get to choose?”
“What would you have done differently, Albert?”
For a moment Albert said nothing. When he spoke, his voice was cold. “I wouldn’t have kept it from you. I’m not going to run. This person, how does he contact you?”
Eric took the cell phone and MP3 player from his pocket. “He texted me on my cell, then told me where to find these.”
“Tomlinson is not a KRB investor.”
“No.”
“That was not a question, Eric. Did you think I was too stupid to check on this myself? Before I agreed to this arson scheme of yours, I wanted to be sure you would remain unhurt. I checked the condo investors to be sure your father’s company was not among them, that they would take no financial loss. That in your zeal you would not bite the hand that feeds you.”
“And that feeds you, too?” Eric asked bitterly.
Albert’s expression remained unmoved. “Did you not wonder why I went along with you?”
Eric shook his head, not sure he wanted to know. “I thought you believed.”
“In saving a lake?” Albert scoffed. “I believed in your future. I thought if you got this… obsession out of your system, you’d be able to go on. I wanted to be sure you’d be safe.” This was said stiffly, accusingly. “So I did what needed to be done.”
“I’m sorry,” Eric said quietly. “I didn’t think.”
“No, you didn’t. Now it’s my turn to think. Tell me everything you know. Somehow we have to figure out who this blackmailer is.”
“And then?” Eric said.
Albert lifted a shoulder. “We kill him. What’s one more?”
Eric drew a breath, nodded. “And then?”
“And then, I’m leaving. Find yourself another toy. I’m not interested anymore.”
Monday, September 20, 12:45 p.m.
Abbott leaned against Olivia’s desk as she hung up the phone. “Well?” he asked. “You get anything from that serial number?”
“The girl’s name is Tracey Mullen,” Olivia said, moving her goddess statue to one side so that Abbott didn’t knock her fedora to the floor. “Tracey was sixteen. Her father lives in Council Bluffs, Iowa, and her mother lives in Gainesville, Florida.”
“You were right about the Gators,” Abbott said, then pointed to Kane who was drumming his fingers impatiently, the phone crushed against his ear. “What’s with him?”
“He’s talking with Tracey Mullen’s father in Iowa, who is deaf. They’re using a relay service. Kane speaks, the relay operator types into a TTY, Mr. Mullen types back, and the operator reads to Kane. It’s a slow process.”
“So what was Tracey Mullen doing in Minneapolis?” Abbott asked.
“We’re still sorting it out. I spoke with the mother in Florida, who’s hearing and who has custody, but who said Tracey begged to live with her father and go to the deaf school in Iowa. She put Tracey on a plane to dad two days before Labor Day. She thought Tracey was with dad. Dad thought she was with mom. It’s not clear why Tracey ran away, but she hasn’t been seen since Labor Day. She’d texted both of them, as recently as yesterday morning, indicating she was with the other parent.”
“Did either parent indicate the other was abusive?”
“Mom didn’t, but they don’t seem to communicate very frequently. Most of their communication went through Tracey. We haven’t mentioned the bruises and arm fracture yet. We’re going to talk with her teachers and area social workers in both Iowa and Florida to see if anyone noticed anything suspicious. This could take some time.”
“How did the mother sound?”
Olivia shrugged. “Devastated. Stunned. Angry. She and her new husband are flying up here on the first flight they can get.”
Kane hung up and let out an exhausted breath. “There has got to be a better way. Dad is on his way. He should be here after dinner. He seemed very upset, especially at his wife for ‘throwing Tracey out,’ but going through the operator, it’s hard to say.”
“Mom said Tracey begged to live with dad,” Olivia remarked.
“Dad said Tracey hated Florida but never said she’d asked to live with him. It’ll be interesting to have them all in the same room. I’ll line up a sign-language interpreter.”
“What about the guy she had sex with?” Abbott asked.
“Mom said there was no boyfriend. Tracey was focused on her studies,” Olivia said. “Whether that was true, Mom wanted it to be, or Mom was naïve remains to be seen.”
“Dad said Tracey didn’t have a boyfriend because her mother forced her to go to hearing school in Gainesville and she was isolated,” Kane said.
Abbott sighed. “I’ll call Jess Donahue. I’m going to want a shrink’s take on this family. I thought this girl had the implant, so she could hear.”