Dan nodded and gripped her hand. “That’s right, hon. Ty is goin’ to be just fine.”
“So who will care for her now?” asked Victoria.
“That’s up in the air. Unless she has relatives, I guess she’ll become a ward of the state. She certainly can’t live on her own.”
“But do you think this is connected to what’s been happening in Cantrell?” asked Dan.
“Yes, I think it is,” answered Robie. “Only I can’t tell you how.”
“Yet,” amended Reel. “We’re working on it.”
“Where is Ty?” asked Robie.
“With Priscilla,” said Victoria.
Robie’s phone buzzed. It was Taggert.
He listened to what she said, clicked off, and rose. Then he looked at Reel. “We need to go.”
She stood, leaving Dan and Victoria staring up at them.
“Is someone else dead?” said Victoria fearfully.
“No, just a development.”
As they were walking through the foyer toward the front door Priscilla came down the hall carrying Tyler. The boy looked like he’d just gotten up.
“Nap time?” said Reel.
Priscilla nodded. “He likes his sleep, this one. He climbs in my bed here, and sometimes when we’re traveling with Ms. Victoria. I think he just wants warmth like a little bear cub, and I got me lots of that.” She laughed and smacked her broad hip with her free hand. “Like a Crock-Pot. Keep you stewin’ all night long.”
Tyler smiled and hugged her neck.
“Well, it certainly gives Victoria a break,” said Reel. “Little kids are a handful.”
“It does give me a break.”
They all turned to see Victoria standing there. “I really don’t know what I’d do without Priscilla.”
“You got kids, ma’am?” a smiling Priscilla asked Reel.
She hesitated. “I did. But not anymore.”
“I can understand that, honey,” said Priscilla, her smile gone.
Outside, Robie and Reel got in their car.
“So what’s up?” she asked.
“The coroner found a mark on the back of Barksdale’s neck commensurate with a needle stick. She thinks that’s how the poison was administered.”
“What else?”
“While the tox screens aren’t back yet, when she cut him open she found evidence of cyanide-type poisoning in the organs. That would tie in with the bloody froth she found in his mouth and upper trachea.”
Reel nodded. “So he was murdered, placed naked in a bathtub, and his penis was cut off.”
“With a cryptic message left on the back of a photo with two family members ripped out.”
“Father and daughter.”
Robie said, “Right. Henry and Laura Barksdale.”
“And the latter might be sitting in a mental institution thinking about a Big Mac and fries.”
“And the former?” said Robie.
“Who the hell knows? What about Henry Barksdale’s wife? It might have been a man and a woman who did this to Emmitt. His own parents maybe?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. If she’s even still alive. Or if he is.”
“And the connection to Sherman Clancy could come from what they did with those little kids. And the Chisum girls maybe found out from Clancy, like you said. And they had to die, too. I guess that all makes sense. Preserving the Barksdale honor.”
Robie nodded. “But if it is him, how do we find him? Or them? And stop another murder?”
They met with Taggert and Sheriff Monda at the police station. Taggert looked worn and depressed. Monda just looked angry, probably that something like this was happening in his town and he was pretty much powerless to stop it.
“Another one dead. Well, at least it wasn’t in Cantrell,” he said, with some relief in his voice.
“So, injection in the neck?” said Reel.
Taggert nodded. “The condition of the internal organs showed that it was a really powerful compound. She said the person would have been dead in minutes.”
“Without ever waking up?” said Robie. “Even when he felt the sting of the syringe?”
“Doc said it was possible the poison would have incapacitated him right from the get-go. He might have thrashed around a bit when the needle stuck him but he probably wouldn’t have been able to defend himself.”
“Have we found out anything else about this Jane Smith person?” asked Reel.
“Workin’ on it,” said Taggert. “It’s not easy, though. Patient confidentiality. We had to apply for a court order. It’ll take some time.”
“I’m not sure how much time we have left,” said Robie.
“Meanin’ you think this person will kill again?” said Monda.
“Well, he’s killed four people already, and if the FBI is right and our murderer and his serial killer are one and the same, then the body count is actually a lot higher.”
“But how can that really be the case, Robie?” said Taggert. “That would be a helluva coincidence.”
“Coincidences are often in the eye of the beholder,” retorted Robie.
Taggert looked at him as though she had no idea what that meant.
He said, “The other murders were an older man and a younger woman. There was a pattern. And here we have Clancy and two younger women being killed.”
“But there were probably other reasons to kill Clancy,” said Reel. “And the Chisum girls as well. They might have been attempting to blackmail the killer.”
“They could well have served two purposes,” said Robie. “Fulfilling the patterns but having other motivations to kill them.”
“Whoever is doing this is seriously screwed in the head,” interjected Monda.
“Did you find anything else in Emmitt Barksdale’s house that could be helpful?” asked Robie.
“Not really. The killer presumably took his phone and/or his laptop because there might have been incriminating items on there.”
“Did you dig up any family or friends who’d had contact with him?”
“Not yet. He really didn’t seem to have anyone like that. And the neighbors saw and heard exactly nothin’. Whoever did this was pretty stealthy. And it might’ve been quite late at night, since Barksdale was already in bed.”
“Anything on where his parents might be?”
“No,” said Taggert. “We’re makin’ inquiries. But they’ve been gone from Cantrell for over twenty years. No tellin’ where they are, if they’re even still alive.”
“Do you remember when they left?” asked Robie.
“Not the exact day, no. It was like they were here one minute and gone the next. I remember not seein’ Laura or Emmitt for a long time. It was like they just stopped comin’ into town.”
“I know Laura wanted to leave Cantrell and do something with her life.”
“You mean leave with you?” asked Taggert, eyeing him closely.
“Why do you say that?” asked Robie suspiciously.
“Small town, Robie. Hard to keep things secret. You and Laura were in love, everybody knew that. And then you up and leave and she’s still here. Somethin’ was off.”
“Maybe things just didn’t work out,” he said tersely.
“So she didn’t go with you and now maybe she’s sittin’ in a mental institution. I think she might have made the wrong choice.”
“That wasn’t Robie’s fault,” said Reel.
“Not sayin’ it was,” replied Taggert. “Everybody needs to take responsibility for their own life and live with the choices they make.”
“You sound like you speak from experience,” said Reel.
“Hon, you live long enough, we all damn well speak from experience.”
Chapter
73
The day of Billy Faulconer’s funeral was so hot that the flowers drooped precipitously, right along with the people. Many turned out for the graveside service, both blacks and whites.