“I want you to find Kayla. I never wanted to harm her. I’m sorry we won’t have the chance to work together.”
I could tell he was about to wrap up the call. “Alexei, what room is she-”
“Good-bye, Agent Bowers.”
The line went dead.
I redialed the number.
Nothing.
Tried 911.
No signal.
I smacked the steering wheel, then punched in Tait’s cell number. “Where are you?” I said.
“Just south of Woodborough.”
“Alexei called me.”
“What!”
“We need an ambulance at the station ASAP. He’s free and there are two men down-Burlman and the dispatcher. It’s serious, but I don’t think their injuries are critical. Alexei also took out the EMS dispatch channel. And we’ll need to get some officers to the Schoenberg. Kayla’s there.”
“We looked-”
“No. The basement. Alexei said she’s in a room on the south end.”
“All my men left the Schoenberg when we came up dry an hour ago. What did he do to the guys at the station?”
“Burlman’s legs are broken, I’m not sure what he did to the dispatcher. How long till you can get someone back out to the Schoenberg?”
“Twenty minutes. Maybe fifteen.”
No!
I calculated the distance to the hotel from where I was.
It’d be a long shot, even if I hurried, but if it took the officers twenty minutes, I might be able to beat them there.
As long as the roads haven’t drifted shut.
Get there, Pat.
Now. Go.
“I’m heading over there,” I told him. “If your officers arrive first, tell them to have the manager take ’em to those rooms in the basement. And they need to keep an eye on him; Alexei said he bribed him, but the manager might be more involved than that.”
Bring Lien-hua. She’s better at interviewing victims and suspects than you are. Kayla might open up to her; give us an idea of where to look for Alexei.
Hanging up with Tait, I left the car and hastened toward the house.
Get the GPS ankle bracelet and the biometric ID card. This doesn’t end with finding Kayla.
I burst through the door. “Lien-hua,” I called, “grab your coat.” Then I was on my way up the stairs. “We need to go.”
78
7:43 p.m.
1 hour 17 minutes until the transmission
“Why didn’t you go after him?” Tessa asked as I stepped into the living room.
I could still hear Amber crying at the end of the hall. Even though I felt like I needed Lien-hua with me, considering how rough the week had been on both Amber and Tessa, I wasn’t excited about leaving the two of them here alone. However, at the moment it didn’t seem like I had a choice.
“Patrick?” Tessa must have sensed my urgency. “What’s going on?”
Time was of the essence, so I cut straight to the point. “Listen, there’s a woman who was taken, kidnapped. We might finally know where she is. Are you all right staying here with Amber?”
She looked at me anxiously. “Who is it?”
“Her name is Kayla. Will you and Amber be okay?”
“Yeah, no, totally. We’re fine. We’ll be fine.” A line of worry scribbled across her face. “I didn’t know someone was kidnapped.”
“Call me if you need to.”
She was staring uneasily at me.
“What?”
“He hit you really hard.”
I translated that to mean that my face was really a mess.
Turning to the side, I drew my sleeve across my chin, leaving a long smear of dark blood on my jacket. I managed to keep from wincing from the pressure against my lip. “Lien-hua!”
“I’m coming.”
Back in my room I grabbed my computer, as well as Donnie’s biometric ID card, additional magazines for the Glock, my folding knife-a Randall King black automatic TSAVO-Wraith-the extra plastic handcuffs, and the GPS ankle bracelet. After encouraging Amber to call Lien-hua’s cell if there was anything we could do or if she needed to talk, I said an awkward and rushed good-bye. On my way through the living room I discreetly asked Tessa to text me as soon as Sean came back, then I left to meet Lien-hua by the cruiser.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I handed her my computer.
“I can drive if you like,” she offered.
“Sometimes I process things better when I’m behind the wheel.”
I took us down the driveway, sliding momentarily on the ice. Wind-driven snow sliced at our headlights.
“So the Schoenberg Inn,” Lien-hua said. “Alexei left Kayla right under everyone’s nose?”
“If he’s telling the truth, yes. And if Kayla is there, I want you to talk with her first.”
“Sure. Of course.”
On the road I hit another patch of ice and we fishtailed precariously close to a snowbank, then straightened out again.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive?”
“I’m all right. See if you can trace the GPS location for Hank Burlman’s cell.”
It only took Lien-hua a few seconds to put the trace through, but Alexei knew how to operate off the grid and not surprisingly she came up empty.
A dozen puzzle pieces were cycling through my head. Too many things to keep straight. “Okay,” I said. “Check my email. There should be a file from Angela or Margaret containing the schematics for the ELF base.”
Lien-hua clicked to my email. “No. Nothing.”
“What’s taking them so long?” I muttered. “Send them both a message that we need that ELF info now.”
Lien-hua did as I asked, then said, “Next.”
“Two things. First, see if the Navy has had any communication problems tonight with the ELF base. Any alerts, anything at all.”
“Who should I contact?”
“Admiral Winchester is the one who put this case in Margaret’s lap. Try him. I’m not sure how to get in touch with him.”
“I’ll figure it out. What’s the second thing?”
“Check the statute of limitations for vehicular reckless homicide in Wisconsin. I need to know what they were twenty years ago.”
A moment of silence. “What’s that about?”
“When I was in high school there was an accident. Sean lost control of our car, there was a collision, a woman was killed.”
“Oh, Pat.”
“No charges were brought against him, but when we were in the garage just now he told me he’d had too much to drink that night before getting behind the wheel.” I didn’t want to add this last part, but I wasn’t sure if Lien-hua knew that my brother was only two years older than me. “Sean was underage at the time.”
She quietly tapped at the keyboard. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
79
Tessa knocked on Amber’s bedroom door. “Hey, can I come in?”
“Sure.” She could tell that Amber was trying to stifle her crying.
Tessa opened the door somewhat haltingly and found Amber seated on the bed, a box of tissues on one side of her, a pile of crumpled tissues on the other. She was blowing her nose, doing her best to make it sound soft and insignificant.
Whatever confidence Tessa had displayed a few minutes ago when she was reassuring Patrick that everything would be fine had now evaporated.
“It’s gonna be okay,” she told Amber inaptly.
Amber patted the bed. “Come here.”
Tessa crossed the room and took a seat beside her.
She’s taking depression meds, this must be totally weirding her out.
“I’m sorry,” Amber said.
“No, you don’t need to be sorry.”
But Tessa wasn’t sure if that was true or not.
Overall, Sean seemed like a nice enough guy, so on the one hand she was upset at Amber for wanting to leave him, but Sean had punched Patrick-which, actually, Patrick probably had coming-and Amber had told her earlier that Patrick wasn’t the reason she was leaving her husband, and apparently Sean did drink a lot, so it was hard to know what to think.
Tessa wanted to remind Amber of the stuff they’d talked about at the motel about canceling debts and sacrificing for the benefit of the relationship and all that, but she wasn’t really sure if Amber needed to forgive Sean or divorce him. Obviously, Amber had issues too; however, as far as forgiving yourself, Amber had told her that she thought that sort of talk seemed arrogant, so in the end Tessa ended up saying nothing rather than chance saying the wrong thing.