The area really was creepy, just like Maria had said.
As we rounded the third tower, I heard movement behind one of the water storage tanks about eight meters ahead of us.
Maria said no one ever goes down here.
“Stop,” I said. “Put your hands in the air.”
Footsteps.
I raised my gun.
“I said stop right there.”
Then someone rounded the corner; I raised my weapon and eyed down the barrel.
At Tessa.
“Don’t shoot!” she screamed. “What are you doing aiming a gun at my head?”
I swung the gun to my side. My heart slamming, my hand shaking. “Tessa? What are you doing down here?”
“I got turned around.”
I reholstered my gun. “How could you get turned around? This area is off limits.”
Her voice was jittery, I assumed because of the gun. “I was just looking for the little girls’ room.”
As if I believed that.
“This place sure is spooky, huh?” she said.
To my left, Lien-hua pushed an exit door open. Blinding sunlight swept through the chamber. “Pat. C’mere.”
I glared at Tessa and corralled her over toward Lien-hua.
Outside the door, a road ran past a pair of rusty dumpsters on the way to the food service’s main delivery platform another forty meters or so farther down the building. “The delivery road,” Lien-hua said. “If he dragged her down the steps, he could have had a car waiting back here and never would have had to drive past the guard station.”
I saw something small on the floor beside the exit.
A dart.
I bent to inspect it and heard Tessa shuffle up to me. “Step back, Raven.”
“Is she dead? Is Cassandra dead?” I glanced at Tessa and saw that her face was flushed. I heard her snap the rubber band against her wrist.
“See?” I could feel my anger rising. “This is why I don’t want you to come along on these things. And would you stop it already with the rubber band thing?”
Snap. “She’s dead, isn’t she?”
“We don’t know where she is,” I said sternly. “We don’t know what happened to her. I almost shot you, do you hear me?”
“That would have really sucked.”
“Yes. It would have.” I handed Lien-hua my cell phone. “I’m taking Tessa upstairs; can you take some photos? The dart. The exit.
The pathways.” Lien-hua accepted the phone, and I took Tessa’s arm and led her through the palely lit passageway and back up the stairs.
I could feel my gun, uncomfortably weighty in my shoulder holster.
I was furious at Tessa.
Furious, because I loved her.
But mostly I was terrified, because I’d just seen my stepdaughter’s face at the end of a gun barrel while my finger was pressing against the trigger.
Maria greeted us at the top of the stairs with an anxious, perplexed expression. “Where did she come from?”
“I got turned around,” said Tessa innocently.
“Maria,” I said, “can you please lead this young lady to the front counter?”
Tessa stared at me with fierce independence, but I also saw a shade of fear. “Stop yelling at me. OK? I didn’t know where I was.”
“I told you not to wander off.” Tessa shouldn’t have been down there, but I still hated myself for yelling, for making her afraid.
That was the last thing I wanted to do. Images of the slaughterhouse flashed past me. That tangle of anger and fury. Rising, rolling, coursing through me.
I noticed Lien-hua ascending the stairs but addressed Tessa, “I’ll deal with you in a minute.” She just shook her head and walked off with Maria.
Resting a gentle hand on my shoulder, Lien-hua spoke softly, just loud enough for me to hear. “Are you OK, Pat?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” I took a slow breath. “I’m OK.”
She let it be at that. “So, good news. While I was downstairs taking the pictures, I got a call from the water control center. All the water tests are clear, no human blood. Nothing on video either.
Cassandra wasn’t fed to any of the sharks.”
“The drag marks support that conclusion too,” I said.
“I’ll let the police know about the drag marks, have them search the filtration area. Make absolutely certain no one is down there.
Maybe they’ll be able to get some prints off the exit door.”
“I need to check on a couple things in Cassandra’s office, then I’ll meet you by the entrance.”
Without another word, she left, and I picked up my computer bag and returned to Cassandra’s office. I’d had an idea earlier, while searching through her files.
This morning I’d suggested that Aina look for a return address on Hunter’s envelopes. Well, maybe we didn’t have a return address on an envelope, but we might have one on an email.
36
I quickly scrolled through Cassandra’s most recent email, but none of the messages shed any light on who might have abducted her or what she was doing at the aquarium earlier in the day.
However, I did find a Gmail address for “SEALHunter1,” which I assumed was Hunter’s account.
Follow up on that later. Finish up here and go talk to Tessa.
Before I left, I connected my computer to Cassandra’s to copy the encrypted files I’d come across earlier. Maybe I could have someone from the FBI cybercrime division, or Terry take a look at them, pull something useful. As I hit “enter,” my cell phone rang. Ralph.
Before I could say a word, he shouted, “Did you call Dunn’s supervisor in the homicide division? Some guy named Lieutenant Graysmith?”
“You don’t sound happy.”
“Well, guess who’s golfing buddies with FBI Director P. T.
Rodale?”
“You’re kidding me.”
“An hour ago Graysmith called Rodale to complain about an FBI agent who was refusing to follow protocol and was interfering with an ongoing investigation in San Diego. Twenty minutes ago, Rodale called Margaret. And five minutes ago, guess who called me?”
“Sorry, Ralph.”
“What’s going on here, Pat?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” My computer told me it would be done copying the files in one minute. “Just call Lieutenant Aina Mendez with MAST, have her straighten things out with Lieutenant Graysmith. She requested our help for this arson investigation, and everything we’ve been following up on so far is related to the fires. I don’t know why Homicide is involved in any of this, since, as far as we know, nobody has been killed.” I finished with the files and closed up my computer.
“Well, listen. I’m supposed to call Director Rodale back before three o’clock so I need you to bring me up to speed on this thing.
I’m at the FBI field office on Aero Drive. Room 311. Come by and-”
“Ralph, I need to take care of something with Tessa first. It’s important.”
Ralph’s a dad. He understood. “All right. But remember, I gotta call him by three.”
“By the way, did they ever find your bags?”
A storm of anger clouded his one-word answer. “No.”
“I’d offer you some of my shirts, but I think they might be a little too big in the bicep area for you.”
“Oh. You’re very funny. I’m tempted to tell you how I feel about the airlines, but you know what my mom always says.”
“What’s that?”
“If you can’t think of anything nice to say, shoot something and then get back to work.”
I blinked. I’d met Ralph’s mom. I couldn’t be sure if he was joking. “No, she didn’t.”
“Well, she should have. Get your butt over here as soon as you can.”
We ended the call, then I took one more look around Cassandra’s office and returned to the main lobby to talk with my stepdaughter, the advice of Ralph’s mother disturbingly reminiscent of what had just happened in the filtration chamber.
I found Tessa waiting for me beside the barracuda tank. She drew back when she saw me approaching.