Graverobbers Wanted (No Experience Necessary) (19 page)

   He was one heck of a fast typist. "Well, you're just filled with helpful tidbits tonight, aren't you?"

   "Here's one more. You'll get another tape tomorrow. If you thought the last one was bad, this one will have your brain leaking out of your ears. Good night."

   The killer hung up. I redialed the number and let it ring about twenty times before giving up.

        AFTER SOME thought, I took the lazy route and decided to leave Michael's house the way it was. The Apparition could just sit there taped to the chair being dead. I was eventually going to have to tell the whole story anyway, so there was no sense in covering my tracks, and it's not like he was a fine, upstanding member of the community who deserved the best care upon his untimely passing. Let him stink up the place.

   I couldn't get Reverse Snowflake to come out from under Michael's bed, so I made sure he had plenty of food and water. I couldn't adopt him, for fear that he might shred my children, but I decided I'd make sure he found a good home after this whole thing blew over.

    I left The Apparition's truck in the driveway and walked back to my own car. It was still there, so I drove back to Roger's place, borrowed a blanket and an alarm clock, and stretched out on the couch to get a couple hours of sleep.

        THE ALARM went off at the unholy hour of five-fifteen. I got up off the couch, staggered around for a moment wondering what planet I was currently residing on, then used Roger's shower. The soap didn't jolt me into a state of euphoric alertness like the commercials said it would, but I felt a bit more human.

   During my shower, I came up with a plan. Not necessarily a good
plan.Possibly
a very bad
plan.Definitely
a risky
plan.Sort
of a pray-your-instincts-are-right-because-otherwise-you're-100%-screwed
plan.But
a plan nevertheless.

   I woke Roger up by dropping a few cubes of ice on his chest. Once in college when he'd been extremely hung-over I'd used an entire cooler's worth to wake him up, but now that we were mature adults a few cubes were sufficient. Theresa and Kyle weren't any more keen to get up than Roger had been, but I eventually got them dressed and into my car. The kids were too sleepy to even engage in much combat on the way to the gym, but once we pulled into the parking lot they both perked up.

   "Ooh! Ooh! Can I play on the treadmill if they have one?" asked Theresa.

   "Probably not," I told her. "I need both of you to behave and not get in anyone's way. These people aren't here to
havefun
,
they're here to get in shape."

   "I'm in shape," said Kyle, flexing what existed of a muscle.

   "You sure are, Hulk. Now if you behave yourselves, we'll have pizza for lunch."

   Is the frequent use of bribery to control behavior the sign of a bad parent? As soon as the killer was apprehended, I was going to have to work on that.

   I'd explained to Roger that his job was to sit in the car and watch for anything remotely suspicious, particularly if it took the form of any Ghoulish Delights employees. He had no problem with that, probably because it didn't involve hanging around a graveyard for a few hours.

   We went inside. "Are you a member?" asked the man behind the front desk. He had biceps that looked like a bowling ball had been surgically implanted in each arm, and gave me a look that showed he considered himself very, very strong while he considered me very, very weak.

   "No, but I'm here to see Rachel Mallory."

   "You should consider the benefits of membership. A strong, healthy body goes a long way toward protecting one's children."

   "Wow!" exclaimed Kyle, dragging his attention away from the pictures hanging on the wall long enough to notice the man. "Are you Hercules?"

   The man favored him with a nod. "Yes I am." To me, he said, "Membership is only thirty dollars a month, and carries with it the benefit that young children mistake you for Hercules. What do you say?"

   "We'll see how things go with Rachel," I said. I noticed that Theresa was looking a bit starry-eyed, so I waved my hand in front of her face to being her back to reality.

   "Hey, Rachel!" the man called out. "Some guy is here to see you!"

   Rachel walked into the lobby, wearing a blue spandex uniform that really showed off her athletic physique. "Wow!" exclaimed Kyle. "Are
youXena
,
Warrior Princess?"

   "No, I'm Wonder Woman," Rachel told him. "Shall we start your workout?"

   "Sure, that sounds great," I said, only so Hercules wouldn't mock me. We followed her back to the weight room. Only a couple of people were using it, a woman in incredible physical shape and a man who really needed to lift a few more weights before he'd be in good enough shape to attract the woman.

   "I guess we'll start off with some stretches," said Rachel, leading us to a floor mat. "Everyone take off your shoes."

   "This really wasn't supposed to be an exercise session. I just wanted to ask you a few questions about Michael."

   "You can ask me questions while we get in a good workout. You need one. Get those shoes off."

   Theresa and Kyle excitedly removed their footwear, and Theresa launched into some jumping jacks. I considered mentioning that I wasn't dressed for a workout, but then made the astute observation that she wouldn't care.

   "Now, I want everyone to touch your right toe with your left hand." Rachel reached down and touched her right toe with her left hand, as if it were no problem whatsoever. I reached down and did the same thing.

   "Don't bend your knees," Rachel said.

   I tried to touch my toe without bending my knees and was not entirely successful. But I did better than Kyle, who tumbled forward and hit his face on the mat.

   "He's missing a few motor skills," I explained.

   
"Must take after his father."

   I reached down and touched my toe just to spite her. I refused to say anything about the sharp pain in my back.

   "Now touch your left toe with your right hand, and alternate to the count of twenty. Andrew, you can ask your questions now."

   "When did you last see Michael?"

   "Two...three...last Thursday, right before he left
forEurope
... six...seven..."

   "Was he acting unusual?"

   "...eight...nine...no, not unusual in a bad way...twelve...thirteen... he was really excited about his trip...sixteen...seventeen...couldn't stop talking about it...twenty."

   "So he seemed genuinely excited?"

   "Sure. Wouldn't you be?" Rachel smiled at Theresa and Kyle. "Do you kids want to show me who can do the most push-ups?"

   "Me!" shouted Theresa.

   "Prove it!"

   My children dropped to the floor and began doing push-ups.

   Rachel grinned as she watched them go at it. Whoever the killer might be, I was sure it wasn't her. Not that any of the others seemed like killers, either, but for some unexplainable reason I just had a gut feeling that Rachel was
innocent.Which
was good, because this was a crucial element in my plan. If I was going to make any progress in finding the killer, I had to take this huge risk.

   "So what's up with the questions about Mike? You sound like a cop, not a journalist."

   "I'm not a journalist," I said. I motioned her to follow me to another part of the room, where my children couldn't hear us. "I take it Carl or Farley didn't get in touch with you last night?"

   "No, I kept the phone off the hook. I don't like being bothered when I'm reading. So are you a cop?"

   "No."

   
"A detective?"

   "Rachel, I need to tell you something very important, but I need your promise that you won't share it with anyone, no matter what."

   "I'd like to make that promise, but anyone puts some red-hot spikes under my toenails and I'm blabbing."

   Since that wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, I let it go. "It's about somebody in Ghoulish Delights. At least I'm pretty sure it is. And I don't know who else I can trust."

   "You don't know who else you can trust? Look, Andy, if you're trying out for an acting role in our movies, at least get some better dialogue first."

   "This isn't an audition. And don't call me Andy."

   "Sorry."

   "Would you like some more clichéd dialogue? How about this: Innocent lives depend on you helping me. And innocent lives are at risk if you repeat any of what I'm about to tell you."

   
"Whose
lives?"
Rachel
asked.

   "I don't know their names. Five people locked away somewhere, kidnapped by someone you work with."

   Rachel stared at me for a
moment
,then
looked over at Theresa and Kyle. "Hey, there are jump ropes in the corner if you want!"

   "Hooray!" shouted Theresa, as she raced her brother to the corner and won.

   "All right, Andrew, you've got me interested enough to give my promise. What's the story?"

   "Michael and Jennifer Ashcraft are dead. Michael was buried alive, and Jennifer was stabbed to death then chopped into pieces that were hidden in my best friend's automobile."

   "What?" asked Rachel
withdisbelief
.

   "
I'msorry
, I should have eased into that. But I'm completely serious. They're dead, and the killer has me involved in some kind of sick game."

   "What do
youmean
, some kind of sick game?"

   I described my adventures in complete gory detail. The color drained from her face as I spoke, and by the time I'd finished she looked positively ill. "I'm sorry, I need a drink of water," she said. "I'll be right back."

   I didn't really want to let her out of my sight, but it wasn't like I could prevent her from going anywhere. I desperately hoped that telling her had been the right thing to do, but to find out what was going on I absolutely had to get some sort of inside information. She left the weight room, and I went over to make sure my kids were playing nicely.

   Rachel returned a couple of minutes later, not looking much better. She sat down on one of the weight machines, and I joined her.

   "So you're sure it's someone at Ghoulish Delights?" she asked.

   
"Pretty sure."

   
"Any idea who?"

   I shook my head. "That's why I need you. Do you know them all pretty well?"

   "Sure. I mean, I don't consider them a second family or anything, but we know each other fairly well. At least I thought we did. I certainly didn't think any of them could be a murderer, especially not as sadistic as the way you described."

   "We need to be careful, because I don't know what kind of resources the killer has," I said.

   "I'm sure he hasn't had a chance to put a bug on me or anything since my last complete change of clothes, but there's a good chance that more people are helping him, and they could be watching."

   "You think it's a he?"

   "No, it's just too hard to carry on a conversation and worry about being gender neutral. Anyway, that would only eliminate Linda."

   "Or me."

   "Well, I sort of already eliminated you, thus this whole conversation."

   "And why is that?"

   I shrugged. "I'm hoping it's because I possess a remarkable sense of character, and not that I'm a complete idiot."

   "So what do you want to ask me?"

   "For starters, who in Ghoulish Delights was closest to Jennifer, personally? I'm thinking maybe a lover."

   "Jeez, I don't think I can help you with that one, either. I've never noticed that any of us were all that close to her. I wouldn't put it past her to have cheated on Mike, but I can't imagine it being with anyone at work. Dominick, maybe, but he and Linda are pretty serious. I don't think Carl's even kissed a girl yet, and who could be attracted to Farley?"