“I think the vast majority of people settle.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
Tori shrugged. “Somebody is better than nobody.”
“But not for you? You’d rather have nobody?”
“Like I said before, I don’t really have a lot to offer anyone.”
“I disagree. I doubt you’ve ever given anyone a chance to get to know you like you’re letting me. You’re so different from the person that everyone knows. I like this person better,” Sam said quietly.
Tori smiled in the moonlight.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Detective.”
Chapter Nineteen
Sam rushed out of the bakery, balancing two cups of coffee and the bag of muffins. She was late. Really late. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if her cell…
“Rang,” she murmured. “Hello?”
“Sam? Where are you?”
“Getting breakfast.”
“Breakfast? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes, I know what time it is.”
“Did you at least get me a cappuccino?”
“No. You’re getting too spoiled. I got you a muffin. What time do we meet with Jenkins?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Plenty of time. I’m five minutes away.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I will. See you in a bit.”
She tossed her cell phone down and smiled. Be careful? Amazing what a couple of days on a boat together will do for you. Sam sighed. She’d had a great time. They spent most of Sunday, too, enjoying the sunshine. And they talked. God, she loved Tori’s company. The more time she spent with her… well, the more she wanted to spend. It scared her a little. She wasn’t going to deny the fact that she found Tori attractive, that she felt a tiny tug of sexual attraction when she was around her.
Tiny?
She glanced at herself in the mirror, then away. If she wasn’t careful, she would get in over her head. And then what? There was still Robert to consider. It had been nearly six before she made it back to her apartment. And there were no less than twelve messages from Robert. When she finally called him back, he was so angry with her that they hardly spoke. He stayed on the line just long enough to know that she was okay. But he was coming today to take her to lunch. They were going to talk about the little fit she’d had over the weekend.
But she pushed those thoughts away. She didn’t want to think about it. Lunch would come soon enough.
Tori looked up as Sam rushed into the squad room. She smiled when she saw the two cups of coffee.
“Spoiled brat,” Sam murmured as she handed Tori her cappuccino.
“And what’s in here?” Tori asked, tearing into the bag of muffins. She grabbed one and bit down, smiling. “Thanks. You’re the best.”
“Anything to make you smile.”
Tori raised her eyebrows mischievously. “Anything? That could be a dangerous offer, Detective.”
Sam sipped her coffee, meeting Tori’s eyes but ignoring her comment. Then she smiled. Tori did the same.
“I had a wonderful time this weekend,” Sam said quietly.
“Me, too. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I relaxed for two whole days.”
“Good.”
“Detectives? In the conference room,” Malone said. “Let’s go over it before Jenkins and his cronies get here.”
Tori gathered up her files and took her coffee with her. Sam grabbed the bag of muffins.
“Sit. We have twenty minutes.”
Tori set her coffee on the table and opened her file. She held a muffin in one hand as she spoke.
“Lesbians. All three. Two were residents of Belle’s Hostel at one time. The third, Rachel Anderson, never lived there but spent time there. As late as last week.”
“Belle Grayson confirmed that Angie and Crystal were hookers. They were both runaways,” Sam said.
“Angie?”
“Lorraine,” Tori supplied. “Angie’s her real name.”
“Have we found family?”
“No. We’re going to get with Grayson today and go over her records. Who knows if they gave real names? We also picked up a woman named Johnny on Friday night.”
“I heard. Held her for three hours. She’s threatening to sue.”
“She wouldn’t talk to us at the bar,” Tori said. “She wouldn’t talk much here, either. Crystal was her… plaything,” she said. “They were into S&M.”
“Just great. This will go over well with Jenkins.”
Tori shrugged. “It’s what we’ve got.”
“Okay. Theory?”
“Perp either watches them at Belle’s or some other hangout. There’s a club, Outlaws, that allows minors inside on Wednesday nights. Grayson said most of the girls go there. He could watch them there. Or he could be inside and target them. It’s a large dance club. He could fade into the crowd easily.”
“Okay. What about the profiler?”
“He’s supposed to join us with Jenkins. Then he and Sam are going to go over everything we have so far.”
“Great. This will be fun,” he said sarcastically. “You know how Jenkins is. He’s going to flip.”
“Who the hell is Jenkins?” Sam demanded. “You keep talking about him as if there’s some joke between you.”
“He’s a prick,” Tori said.
“I gathered that. What’s the history with you two?”
Tori looked at Malone, who shrugged.
“He comes across as this big homophobe. Dropping his disgusting little remarks whenever I’m around. Even quotes the Bible. Well, I ran into him at a bar several years ago. He and this guy were going at it pretty good. He damn near fainted when he saw me. I never said anything to him, but whenever he sees me now, it’s like he just dares me to mention it.”
They all three looked up at the knock on the door and three men in suits entered.
“Malone. This is Detective Sims from CIU and Dr. Peterson, the profiler.”
“You know Hunter. This is Detective Kennedy,” Malone said.
“How do you do. You’re Mr. Jenkins?” Samantha asked, offering him her hand.
“Yes.” His eyes moved blatantly over her body, then looked to Tori. “Damn, Hunter, how’d you swing her?”
“I just made a wish, Jenkins. You ought to try it sometime.”
“Can we just get on with this, please?” Malone said. “I’ve got another meeting in an hour.”
Tori glanced briefly at her Lieutenant and nodded, knowing that he had no such meeting to attend in an hour. She gave the copies she’d made to Sam, who started passing them out.
“So, we got a few pros getting whacked, Hunter?”
“No.”
“No? What? They don’t match?” Jenkins demanded.
“They match, yes. But they’re not getting killed because they’re hookers.”
“That’s what I was told.”
“I don’t recall you asking us,” Tori said. “They were killed because they’re lesbians.”
“What the hell? How did you come to this conclusion? You know them personally, Hunter?”
“If you’ll read in the report there, Mr. Jenkins, you’ll see the connection,” Sam said. “We visited with Belle Grayson Friday night. She runs Belle’s Hostel. It’s a home for young lesbians. Runaways, mostly. Victim number one lived there about two years ago and still kept in touch with them. Victim number two lived there as recently as two months ago. Rachel Anderson, the third girl, was a weekly visitor. In fact, she had been there just last week.”
“So where did the hooker thing come from? You just make that up to stall?”
“The first two, Angie and Crystal, were hookers. That was the connection between them. The third was not. We found a new connection,” Tori said.
“Great. Somebody is knocking off queers. Hookers or queers, take your pick. Either way, the general public will care less. They might think someone is cleaning up the streets.”
Sam felt Tori tense beside her and she quickly reached under the table and grabbed her arm, squeezing tightly. She finally felt Tori relax and she loosened her hold.
“Why don’t you tell that to Rachel Anderson’s parents, Jenkins? I’m sure Reverend Anderson will be thrilled at what the Mayor’s office thinks. In fact, why don’t you have the Mayor himself call them? That would be a nice touch,” Tori quipped.
“Jenkins, we’re doing fine with this case without your task force. Why don’t you tell the Mayor that. We’ll give you a report as soon as we have something else,” Malone suggested.
“I want a daily report,” Jenkins said. “Daily.”
“Fine. Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like to go over all of this with Dr. Peterson.”
“No problem.” He stood, then looked at Tori. “I know you’ll work extra hard on this one, Hunter, seeing as it’s so near and dear to your heart.”
“Every death is near and dear to my heart, Jenkins. Even yours.”
Sam stood quickly and stuck out her hand, grasping his.
“Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Jenkins. Tori has told me…
so very
much about you,” she said sweetly. She had the pleasure of watching his eyes widen in disbelief, then he stormed from the room, with Sims at his heels.
“You always rub him the wrong way, Hunter. What’s up with that?” Dr. Peterson asked.
“I rub everyone the wrong way, Peterson. Kennedy will go over this with you.” She got up, lightly squeezing Sam’s shoulder as she walked behind her.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Lieutenant Malone said as he followed Tori. They were barely out the door before they started laughing.
“Did you see his eyes? I thought he was going to have an aneurysm right there.”
“She’s got balls,” Malone said. “She certainly didn’t score any points today.”
“She scored points with me,” Tori said.
Sam leaned back in the chair, rubbing her eyes. They had been at it nearly two hours. Peterson was thorough, she’d give him that.
“Okay. This is what I see with only three victims. Get me four or five and I can be more precise,” he said.
“I’d rather not.”
“You know what I mean, Detective. Our man is young, twenty to thirty. My guess would be Caucasian, they usually are. They also usually kill within their own ethnic group. We have one black, two white. More victims and we’ll have more of a pattern. He was probably spurned by someone who was a lesbian and he didn’t know it or she came out later, after they had a relationship. His victims are all young. This could be something that happened to him while he was in high school.”
“Why would he now act on it?”
“Something triggered it. Or maybe he has acted on it before, he just didn’t resort to killing. He was obviously a john in the first two murders. It would have been in a public place, a motel room probably. The third was abducted and killed in private. That could be why the first two weren’t bloodied up. All three were placed where they would be found.” He flipped through the pictures. “They were placed carefully, arms folded, legs straight. Even the third, she’s laid out in much the same way. He doesn’t like what he’s doing.”
“He left a footprint. We think it was intentional.”
“Most likely. Serial killers often leave clues. It becomes a game. They taunt the police, seemingly daring us to catch him. Then there is the publicity. There wasn’t much in the paper with the first two. So, a more grisly murder is sure to make headlines.”
“Well, this is all great, Doctor. But, a needle in a haystack.”
“Yes. Unfortunately, until you have another victim, our clues stop here.”
Sam sighed. “Thanks for your time. I’ll pass this on to the Lieutenant.”
He helped Sam gather up the files, watching her.
“So, what’s it like working with Hunter?”
Sam glanced at him, then went back to sorting the pages in order. “It’s fine.”
“I hear she’s a real bitch. They say she practically pushed her last partner out of a three-story window.”
“Is that what they say?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it was a two-story window and he fell off of the fire escape,” she said. “Are we done?”
“Sure. Let me know if you need anything else from me.”
“I will.”
Sam left him standing in the doorway as she hurried back to the squad room. Tori was perched on Ramirez’s desk, smiling at something he was saying. She stopped. It was the first time she’d seen Tori interact with another detective.
“Hey, guys,” she called as she tossed the file on her desk. She walked over to them. “What’s got you smiling?” she asked.
“Ramirez was telling me about Adams and Donaldson’s trip to the gay bar.”
“The transvestite?”
“Yeah. They couldn’t tell who were men and who were women. Donaldson got slapped by some chick. God, I’d have paid to see that.”
“Don’t say anything to them. Sikes will kill me if he knows I told you,” Ramirez pleaded.
“Well, I’ll keep quiet if you’ll talk your mother into breakfast tomorrow,” Tori said. “For both of us,” she said, motioning to Sam.
“You know she would cook for you every morning if I let her,” he said. “I’ll bring you a couple of tacos.”
“Thanks, Tony. That’s sweet,” Samantha said.
“Okay, what you got?” Tori asked as they walked back to their own desks.
“Not much. A young white male, twenty to thirty, who hates lesbians because he was spurned by one.”
“Peterson really pulled that one out of his ass,” she said.
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Listen, you want to grab lunch and go pay Belle a visit? We need to go over her records.”
Samantha hesitated. “I can’t. Robert is coming over,” she said quietly.
“Oh.” Tori pushed down her disappointment. “Well, I guess you two made up, then.”
“Not really. He wasn’t actually speaking to me last night. He wants to do lunch and talk.”
“I see. Well, I can just go over myself. You can come later if you want.”
“Tori, can’t we wait until one? I’d really like to go with you.”
Their eyes met across the desks.
“Please? I promise I’ll be back by one.”
“Okay. I’ll hang out here until you get back.”
Samantha reached across the desk and squeezed Tori’s arm.
“Thanks.”
Tori looked up then, watching as a tall man approached.
Handsome. Dark hair. Impeccably dressed. This would be Robert. She felt Sam’s hand slip away from her and she looked up, meeting dark eyes that stared back at her.
“You’re early,” Samantha said to him.
“Got out of court early,” he said. Then he stuck his hand out. “You must be Detective Hunter.”
Tori stood and shook his hand. So, this is the man who wants to marry Sam. She could certainly do a lot worse.