“I had to free their souls, give them a painless life forever and ever. They’re at peace now. They’re with my Angel.”
CHAPTER 31
Olivia sat at Miranda’s kitchen table holding an empty coffee mug and staring out the window.
Miranda sat across from her. “Liv, give him some time. Zack is one of the good guys. He’ll come around. He’ll understand. He just needs to work through his feelings.”
She shook her head. “You weren’t there, Miranda. I explained everything. I really thought he would understand. And he’s right: I should have told him sooner. When did I become such a good liar?”
“You’re not. You’re the worst liar in the world.”
“Not anymore. I’m a master deceiver.” Zack’s words had felt like a physical assault. The more she tried to explain, the angrier-and more hurt-he became.
Olivia’s cell phone rang, but she didn’t make a move to get it. Miranda glanced at the number. “It’s someone in Virginia,” she said.
Olivia reluctantly picked up the phone. “Olivia St. Martin.”
“Olivia, it’s Rick Stockton.”
She sighed and braced herself. “Hello.”
“I know everything.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m sorry, I knew it’d come out, but I wanted to explain-” She rubbed her eyes. Her excuses were already sounding lame. Last week, she couldn’t think of any other options. Today? She wished she’d done everything differently.
Not because she might lose her job, but because she’d lost Zack.
“We’ll talk about that later. We have more serious issues to deal with.”
She sat up straighter. “What happened?”
“I got a call from the deputy district attorney in San Mateo County, California, this morning. Two prominent people from the Hall investigation were murdered in their homes this week. Hamilton Craig, the district attorney; and Gary Porter, the detective originally in charge of the Hall investigation thirty-four years ago.”
“Gary? Dead? I just talked to him earlier this week. He was going to Hamilton’s funeral-I thought it was an intruder, a robbery gone bad.” Olivia’s heart rate increased.
“The bullets from both victims came from the same.38.”
“Oh no.” Her hand drifted to her mouth. Both Hamilton and Gary gone. Murdered. “Who did it? Do they have a suspect?”
Rick paused. “They got a warrant to search Brian Harrison Hall’s apartment. They found blood evidence that he killed both men, and ammunition that matches the fatal bullets.”
“Hall?” Her voice cracked. She could barely speak.
“That’s how I learned about your activities this week. When I spoke with the attorney, he told me that an ‘Agent Olivia St. Martin’ had been in Redwood City just yesterday morning. I called Greg. He told me everything.”
“I’m sorry, Rick. I-I didn’t have a choice.” As she said it, she knew it was true. She really hadn’t had a choice. She’d never have been able to live with herself if she’d done nothing and more girls died.
She’d helped save Nina Markow. She’d helped put Christopher Driscoll behind bars. She would do it again if faced with the same choice. She hadn’t known Zack when this started. And while she regretted not telling him the truth sooner, she didn’t regret coming to Seattle.
She had to explain it to him. Again. And again. Until he forgave her.
He had to forgive her. She loved him.
“So Hall’s in prison again?” she asked.
“They can’t find him.”
Olivia tensed. “What?”
“They found a vehicle registered in his name at the San Francisco International Airport. The time stamp indicates that he parked at 4:30 yesterday afternoon. We’re reviewing all security tapes and airline records to figure out where he went. He may have fled the country.
“Or,” Rick continued, “he may be trying to find you.”
“Me?”
“You testified against him, not only when he was convicted, but when he was up for parole. He killed a sixty-nine-year-old prosecutor and a sixty-year-old retired cop. Two men who simply did their job thirty-four years ago.
“I talked to Vigo, our profiler, right before I called you. Vigo thinks if Hall knows where you are, he’ll go after you. Where are you in Seattle?”
“Right now? I’m at Quincy and Miranda Peterson’s house.”
“Agent Peterson? Stay there until you hear from me. That’s an order, Dr. St. Martin. And I expect you to obey this time.” He hung up the phone.
“What happened?” Miranda asked, worried.
“The police think Brian Hall killed two men who were involved in his prosecution.
“My boss thinks I’m next.”
Again, Zack couldn’t sleep.
Quinn had driven him back to Seattle, but they didn’t talk much, other than to take care of jurisdictional issues. The sheriff’s department would be transporting Driscoll to the county jail in the morning, and on Monday he’d be arraigned. The powers that be-meaning the county prosecutor and the U.S. Attorney-would work out the legalities of prosecution.
Zack didn’t care what they decided, as long as Driscoll never saw the light of day. Driscoll’s interview had disturbed him deeply. He’d interviewed dozens of killers, but none had been as disconcerting as Driscoll. He’d felt chills listening to him.
Quinn tried once to talk about Olivia when he dropped Zack off at his house after midnight.
“Olivia did what she thought she had to do,” Quinn had said.
“Don’t talk to me about her. The case is over. We’re all going our separate ways.”
Now, physically and emotionally drained after the most stressful week of his career, he wanted to stop thinking about her. He couldn’t.
What would he have done in Olivia’s position? If he could have, would he have lied to be part of the sting operation that ended his sister’s killer’s life? Would he have manipulated people to find the gunman who’d shot her?
His phone rang. Pierson had given him three days of comp time, so who the hell would be calling him at one in the morning?
“Travis,” he answered, his voice gruff.
“It’s Olivia.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“Liars are always sorry when they’re caught.”
“I told you myself. I didn’t want you hearing it from someone else.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? I tell you I love you, and you tell me you’ve been lying to me since the beginning?”
He could almost feel her anger vibrating over the phone lines. What right did she have to be angry? She wasn’t the one manipulated and betrayed.
“I’m not sorry I came to Seattle. I helped with this investigation, however much you want to deny it. You may never forgive me, but you know what? That’s okay. Because I did what was right at the time. I’m sorry I hurt you in the process. Do you think I planned it like this? I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to fall in love with you!”
She sucked in her breath and Zack stared at his empty bed.
Could he ever trust her again?
“Olivia, I don’t know anything anymore. I’m tired.” Weary. He didn’t know what he believed, or how he could get over the pain in his heart.
“I know something, Zack. I know that I love you. I know that I’m sorry for hurting you. And I know one more thing. I helped put Christopher Driscoll behind bars and he will never destroy another family again. And if that’s all I have when I leave Seattle, I can live with that.”
She hung up.
Zack stared at the phone.
Clearly, the ball was in his court. He just didn’t know if he wanted to play anymore.
CHAPTER 32
Freedom comes at a price.
The only sign of Paul Benedict’s shaky nerves was his sweaty palms. He stood military straight in the cold fog outside the back entrance of Seattle Justice Center. Justice! He’d laugh if he had an ounce of humor left in his soul. What did the court know about justice? What did anyone?