There was no response, but Savich continued, telling her what had happened at the Mariner Hotel. He spoke to her for perhaps five minutes, then paused, and looked over at Sherlock. She simply nodded at him and so he turned back. “Let me tell you about my little boy, Sean. He's with his grandfather today. My father-in-law is a San Francisco native and a federal judge. They're over at the courthouse, way up on the nineteenth floor. Can you imagine the fun he's havingâthe center of every adult's attention. This morning he said he wanted to watch his granddad punch out a criminal.”
There was still no response.
“Kathryn, do you know Thomas Pallack? I understand he was a client of Dr. Ransom's for many years, in fact right up to the time of Dr. Ransom's murder.”
“Yes, I know him.”
Savich smiled down into her eyes, still vague with drugs, but she was finally awake. He nodded to Sherlock as he lightly squeezed Kathryn's hand. “Hello. I'm Dillon Savich.”
“I would know you anywhere. Hello. I'm Kathryn.”
“Do you want me to fetch the doctor?”
“No, please, not yet. Let me get my wits about me.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you at last. The doctor said you've got stitches in your leg, some bruises, and a concussion, but you'll be okay. And that's my wife Sherlock over by the window.”
Kathryn nodded to Sherlock, and turned back to him. “I'm glad I'm not going to leave this earth just yet. You asked me about Thomas Pallack. Yes, I know him.”
“Then you know his wife, Charlotte Pallack?”
“Charlotte PallackâI've met her, but I really don't know her well at all. All I do know is that I don't like her. No, it's more than that. Whenever I see her, I always see this strange aura about her, constantly shifting and changing. Sort of like a chameleon, like she's someone, then she's someone else. There's something about her that leaves me with a nasty feeling. I can't get a handle on it.”
“Did you know her brother plays the violin with the Atlanta Symphony?”
“Iâwell, maybe, that sounds familiar. Maybe I heard Thomas say something about him.”
“It seems he's gone missing. No one's seen him, including his girlfriend, for over two days now. Do you have any thoughts about that?”
Kathryn Golden focused her eyes on Savich's face. Her eyes weren't dark and intense like her colleagues'âlike hisâbut a golden-green, a witch's eyes, Savich thought, and had to smile at himself. She whispered, “I need to think about it.”
“You're tired. I was really just talking to you to make sure you were all right.”
She clutched his fingers. “No, please don't go.”
“All right, here, take a sip of water.”
She drank for a very long time.
“That's good. Thank you.” She looked up at him, studied his face. “I tried to picture you in my mind by the sound of your voice, all deep and dark as a lava stone. I wasn't that far off. I could see you, but you weren't clear. Was I clear to you?”
He nodded.
She tried to raise her hand to touch him, but the IV lines didn't allow it. He wrapped his fingers around hers and squeezed them again.
“Do you need to rest?”
“No, no. Thank you for waking me up. I was busy scaring myself to death. That manâwith the author's nameâMakepeace, you called him. He was very frightening.”
Savich felt her pulse speed up and backed off. “Yes, he is. Take a moment, Kathryn, relax, all right?”
She was silent a moment. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. He felt her pulse slow.
“How do you feel?”
“Sort of foggy, I guess, kind of dull and heavy-feeling. No pain to speak of.”
Savich looked up to see Dr. Saint come into the room. He blinked when he saw that Kathryn was awake, one of her hands in Savich's.
“Well,” Dr. Saint said, leaning over Kathryn, checking her eyes and studying her face. He eased his stethoscope to her heart, listened. He slowly straightened. “How long have you been awake, Ms. Golden?”
“Five minutes, something like that,” she said. “Thank you for taking care of me. You're Dr. Saint, right?”
“Yes,” he said. He studied her another moment, then announced, “You're awake and you appear to be fine, Ms. Golden. I'm thinking I should spend more time in the nurse's lounge concentrating on stealing Fig Newtons out of Nurse Joliett's locker without getting caught. It seems to work miracles.”
“Do you know, I think I'd like a Fig Newton,” Kathryn said.
Dr. Saint didn't have a problem with that either, and luckily, Nurse Joliett didn't mind sharing. “You don't need both those IV lines anymore. We'll free you from the one in your left wrist. You might find it easier to chow down on those Newtons.” Dr. Saint stood by her bed, fiddling with his handheld, an eyebrow arched at the two of them. “I don't suppose you're going to tell me you're surprised Ms. Golden here suddenly woke up and wants to munch?”
“I suppose it was simply time for her to rejoin us,” Savich said easily. “I think I'd like a Fig Newton too.”
Dr. Saint started to tell Savich they really should leave now so his patient could rest, but something told him maybe he shouldn't meddle. Sounding a bit ruffled, he said, “I understand you're a psychic, Ms. Golden.”
She was chewing happily on a Fig Newton, and nodded at him. “That's how I met Agent Savich last night, at a séance, actually.”
“Oh? Last night? I thought you'd been kidnapped yesterday afternoon. Howâ”
Savich raised his hand. “Be satisfied with your miracle, Dr. Saint.”
Dr. Saint looked from one to the other of them, but he didn't say anything more. “All right then, I'll leave you to it. Please, Agent Savich, if she tires, let her rest.” Before he left, he gave Sherlock another long look. Sherlock smiled, and waved him away.
Savich said, “Trust me on this, Kathryn. Makepeace won't ever get near you again.”
She gave him a very long look, swallowed the rest of her Fig Newton, and nodded. “If you're up to it, a few more questions.” At her nod, he continued. “I'd like you to back up, Kathryn, and tell me everything you remember that happened. Begin when Makepeace came into your house.”
He saw her shudder, and didn't blame her. “I hate to think about it, not because I was so terrified, but because I was helpless. I've always hated being helpless.
“He hit me on the head with the butt of a gun. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in a closet, his clothes all around me. I had no idea where I was but I knew it had to be that man trying to kill Julia. But I couldn't figure out how he even knew who I was. Did he follow Julia and Cheney to my house?”
“No. As Cheney was trying to tell you, the media had you on TV special reports for a couple of hours, announced that you were assisting the police, how your âvision' had helped save Cheney's life.”
“Maybe we could hire him to attack the media instead of me.”
Savich grinned. “What happened?”
“I felt you then, and I managed to form a blurry picture of you in my mind. We'd only begun speaking when Makepeace opened the closet door and dragged me out. He let me go to the bathroom, and he let me eat a slice of toast, said it was left over and he didn't have a dog. He frightened me. I could feel the frustration and rage pouring off him. But you know, he was whistling the whole time.
“He asked me where Julia was. I told him I had no idea, how could I? And he said since I was a psychic, since I was helping the police, even had a vision for Cheney Stone and Julia Ransom, why then, I could tell him where they were now, couldn't I? He wanted a vision from me. And that was why he took me in the first place.”
Savich said, “Maybe, but I think that his big motive was to get you out of the game. And he had a use for you with that bomb.”
“Yes, that makes sense. Well, I told him I couldn't simply do a vision on command. He hit me a couple of times, then he forced me back into the closet. He didn't let me out until this morning. I tried and tried to contact you, Dillon, but there was just nothing.
“When he brought me out of that hideous closet this morning, he asked me again to tell him where Julia was. I told him I saw her at her house in Pacific Heights, with Cheney guarding her. He seemed pleased. He grinned at me, patted my face, and left, whistling.
“It took me a moment to realize he hadn't locked me back in the closet. I tried and tried to get loose, but he'd tied me too tight. And I tried again to reach you, Dillon, but you weren't there.
“Then the police came running in and the bomb exploded.”
Savich pulled Makepeace's photo out of his pocket. “This the man?”
“Oh yes, that's Makepeace.”
“He didn't say anything at all before he left you?”
“No, nothing.”
“Did he receive any phone calls?”
“Yes, one, but I couldn't hear what he said.”
“It doesn't matter. I know he was getting ready for his big production.”
“I'm sorry I can't be of more help.”
Remarkably, she gave him a big smile. “Then I woke up to see your face. Thank you for helping me back.”
Kathryn looked up to see Sherlock smiling down at her. She said, “Do you know, I think Fig Newtons are about the best thing in the world?”
CHAPTER 53
Xavier Makepeace watched Johnny Booth twitch. The man never stopped twitching; it was like there was a battery inside him you couldn't turn off. Johnny flexed and unflexed his fingers, banged his fist yet again on the steering wheel. He hadn't stopped twitching, cursing, or banging his fist and yakking about how they were going to get caught for sure and it was all his fault. “You screwed up, dude, you screwed everything to hell and gone. You can fly right off to Zanzibar, but I don't even have a passport. What am I going to do? I knew I shouldn't have listened to you, shouldn't have listened to Zannieâshe's always saying you're some kind of international modern i-conâwhatever the hell that means. She's probably got the hots for you.”
For at least the third time, his voice calm and soothing, Xavier Makepeace recited the same words. He hated to repeat himself, particularly to someone he considered a moron. “How would the cops get you, Johnny? We got away clean, you told me yourself. No one saw you at the Ransom house, no one saw us driving off after you picked me up. Isn't that what you said?”
“Yeah, yeah, but that don't matter. Thing is, like I told you, there was that old guyâ”
“You said he was an ancient old coot and the little girl with him couldn't have been more than five. So what?”
“He was staring real hard at me, and that little gal, she looked sharp as my pa's stiletto. I tell you, dude, they both saw me and studied me, yeah, that's it. Maybe the old guy got my license plate. Besides, there were lots of people out. Somebody else could have seen me, somebody I didn't notice. My pa used to say you have to watch every bump in the road, they was always hiding close by to trip you up. Yeah, the old guy could have described me to the cops and you can bet one of the vice cops will recognize who I am. Cops ain't so stupid as you think they are. If you wasn't wearing the Kevlar, you'd by lying on your back not breathing. They nearly nailed you this time, didn't they?”
He had to shut this moron up soon or his head would explode. And maybe Johnny was right, maybe the old guy described him well enough for an I.D. Well, it didn't matter one way or the other, did it?
Makepeace said, with infinite patience, “But they didn't, did they? And they won't get you either, Johnny. Stop your worrying.” But the moron was right, they'd very nearly nailed him. Put four bullets in his Kevlar, three of the four kill shots. That made him even angrier than Johnny did.
“Take the Pacifica exit, Johnny, I want to stop for a while downtown. There's a nice crab restaurant there, you'll like it.”
“What's with your accent, dude? You've changed it all of a sudden. You're starting to sound like some weird-ass Brit. Hey, I don't want to go to Pacifica, I don't live anywhere near Pacifica.” Makepeace stared him down and Johnny started cursing again and banging the steering wheel, calling himself names now, but he took the exit.
Makepeace said, “You can take a cab home, Johnny. With all the money I gave you for this failed job, you can call a limo to take you home. Take a right here. I want to go down to the beach.”
“Beach? You nuts, dude?
The beach?
Listen, I want a bonus for my health scare, man, I nearly seized up with an attack. It was only a burglary, you said, practically a setup. You owe me a bonus.”
“Turn, Johnny.”
Johnny turned onto the narrow beach road that wound back on itself across a low sloping hill down to the wood-strewn brown sand beach. There was a small parking area off to the right, with several walking trails feeding off it. “Pull in here, Johnny. I want to commune with nature.”
“Was that some sort of lame-ass joke? Well, I'm not laughing, am I? Forget nature. You gonna give me a bonus? You know I deserve one after what you pulled.”
“Yes, you're right, I can surely afford to take care of your worries. Trust me.”
There were no other cars in the small parking lot. Johnny cut the engine and sat back, rubbed his hands over his face. “Hey, I'm sorry I got so freaked out. I wasn't expecting the crazy trouble we ran into. I mean, there were cops all over that neighborhood. Like they were waiting for us. They were waiting for you, weren't they? How'd they know you was coming?”