Helen seemed to be beaming; she was, he thought, maybe a year or two older than Blake—the one who was so obviously—and awkwardly—in love with her.
But that afternoon, she was thrilled by his attention.
“Malachi!” she said, greeting him with a warm smile.
He bent down to kiss her cheek. “Helen, you look wonderful.”
“I’m feeling good,” she said. “And the doctor said I’m doing well, right, Angela?”
“He said you’re almost ready to go home.”
Helen frowned. “You need to talk to me again, don’t you, Malachi?”
“If you don’t mind,” Malachi said. “When you’re ready.”
“I think that’s a hint to the two of us, Jack, but that’s okay,” Blake said. He’d been sitting by her on the other side of the bed. “Jack and I have to get back for the afternoon sail of the old Black Swan. We’ll be back, Helen.”
“I may not be. Hot date tonight.” Jack grinned. “With a pretty, pretty—and I do mean pretty!—redhead who sailed this morning. She agreed to do me the honor of joining me for dinner this evening. So, my beloved colleagues, it might be tomorrow before I stop by. But I’ll bring you delicious details!”
“Get out of here! If she’s smart, there won’t be that many details!” Helen joked.
“I’ll be here tonight,” Blake promised.
“Thanks. You really help the time pass,” Helen said softly.
Blake beamed. He and Jack left, waving as they walked out the door.
Malachi sat next to Helen. Angela sat on her other side, taking her hand. “You’re very strong, Helen.” Angela smiled, encouraging her. She looked over at Malachi. “A therapist was in to see her. She’s doing brilliantly, he says.”
“He also said I’ll never forget,” Helen told him. “And he said...he said I’ll be able to go forward again, have a good time, even have a relationship again.”
“Of course you will. We’ll get him, and you’ll know we did it because of you. You’ll know you saved others. He had you, but you beat him, Helen,” Malachi said.
She gave him a weak smile. “It’s strange. I always thought I was so liberal. But if I had a gun and he was in front of me, I’d want to shoot him. I want him strung up, I want his skin flayed from his body...” Her voice broke.
“That’s human nature, Helen.” Malachi spoke as reassuringly as he could.
“Is it? I hope so.”
“Helen, I’m not a hypnotist or any kind of therapist. But I want you to try to relax when we talk,” Malachi said. “Angela is here. We’re both here. You’re protected. I know it hurts, that it’s painful, but I really need you to try to remember every detail.”
“I wish I could remember more,” she said. “I went into the church...and I remember the searing pain in my head—and then nothing.”
“And then, the lapping of water against a cabin. You were in a ship’s cabin.”
“I think so,” Helen said.
“What made you think it was a ship’s cabin?” Malachi asked.
“There was a lot of wood. Paneling. I was in a bunk.”
“Big cabin or little cabin?”
“Tight...it was a tight cabin. When he was in it, I could feel him as soon as he came in.” She kept her eyes closed.
“And you remember a sound?”
“Yes.”
“Tap, tap, tap?”
She frowned. “Yes, it was an odd sound.”
“Was he with you all the time when you heard it?”
“No...sometimes, he wasn’t.” She thought for a moment. “But...when I heard it, I was so afraid.”
“Why?”
“It meant he was coming for me.”
Up in the apartment, Abby turned on the television in the living area for company while she ran down the little hall to her room and changed out of her pirate clothing. She chose jeans, a T-shirt and finally a denim jacket—a perfect way to hide the Glock she didn’t intend to leave behind.
She was anxious to call Malachi and see what was going on. Had they found something that proved Aldous could be the killer?
Had Aldous confessed?
She felt shaky and weak considering the possibility. Aldous seemed like a good man, as well as a powerful one. He was rich, but he’d always spent a lot of time working for various causes. How could a good man, who was willing to donate his money and his labor when needed, prove to be such a heinous criminal?
But it made her shake, too—thinking that it could be someone she’d known most of her life. That she might have gone to school with someone who’d grown up to be a killer.
As she came down the hallway and went back into the living room area, she heard the television. She suddenly stopped; a newscaster, a sleek, attractive blonde, was speaking from an anchor desk while an insert on the screen showed a scene at the police station.
“While the Savannah police are not making any statements at this time, inside sources, choosing to remain anonymous, have stated that a suspect in the infamous River Rat murders is in custody and being questioned. The River Rat Killer—so dubbed because of his ability to disappear on the water or under the ground—is suspected to have taken the lives of one man and three young women, to have kidnapped and tortured a fourth young woman and may possibly be holding another captive, even as he’s being questioned by the police. While our information has not been verified, it seems that the city of Savannah may soon breathe a huge sigh of relief. Our source has told us that the evidence in this case is based on hard science from the forensic lab. We’ll be back with more information the minute it’s available. Stay tuned.”
Abby had to sit down. Aldous. It seemed impossible.
Her hands were trembling when she pulled out her cell phone to call Malachi. He answered immediately.
“Hey, wench,” he said. “Is the show over?”
“It is. Where are you? What’s going on? The media are announcing that the man suspected to be the killer is in custody.”
“The media have it already?”
“They do,” she said. “And I assume they’re referring to Aldous.”
“I imagine. He’s the only suspect. He’s not really being held. So far, he’s actually there voluntarily. I suggested to him that he didn’t want to leave yet.”
“You don’t really think it’s Aldous, do you?”
“I think it’s important that people—especially the real killer—believe the police are convinced the killer’s in custody.”
“But if the killer isn’t in custody...or if he is, for that matter, Bianca is still out there somewhere.”
“I’m at the hospital. I’m on my way back, though. I may walk around for a while. I’m trying to clear my head. Are you all right?”
“Of course. I’m fine. I’m in the apartment. I just got out of pirate-wench mode.”
“Who’s there, at the Dragonslayer?”
“When I came up? Roger and Paul. They were still pirates, talking to diners. Bootsie and Dirk were at the bar, although Dirk will have to leave soon. Macy and Grant Green are both here.”
“Just go down and be friendly, okay? They should start questioning the fact that Aldous isn’t there. Isn’t there a TV behind the bar?”
“Yes, for games and events. It wasn’t on.”
“Make sure it’s on. See what happens when your patrons watch the news about the suspect who’s being held. I’ll be there soon.”
Abby ended the call. She stepped out of the apartment and carefully locked the door. Straightening her shoulders, she hurried down to the bar.
Macy was at the host station, Sullivan behind the bar.
Roger was seated at a table with a family, entertaining their three children. Paul was in the dining room as well, speaking with a young couple.