Revenge of Innocents (5 page)

“Why don’t you go home, Carolyn?” Hank suggested “When the crime lab gets here, we’re going to have to clear everyone out except for the stiffs.”

Carolyn cut her eyes to him. “One of those
stiffs
was my best friend.”

“Sorry,” Hank said. “It’s been a long day. Tomorrow we need you to go through all of Veronica’s cases, everything in the past three or four years.”

“Four years! Do you have any idea how many cases our people handle?”

“There’s still a chance it could be the probationer she mentioned to you this morning,” he told her. “We didn’t find any signs of forced entry, but it isn’t that hard to get into a motel room. The guy who rented it with a stolen credit card may have left early that morning and accidentally left the door ajar. Then this Phillip Bramson could have snuck in with the intention of fooling Veronica into believing he had a right to be there.”

“Did Brad Preston send you the information in his file?” Carolyn asked, running her fingers through her hair.

“Yeah,” Hank said. “Bramson hasn’t shown up at work for two weeks. He also didn’t pay the rent on his apartment, so his landlord locked him out four days ago. Veronica’s file indicated she placed a number of phone calls to him. There was also a notation that she suspected he was using narcotics again. He could have found out she was looking for him, and arranged to meet her at the Motor Inn.”

“It’s possible,” Carolyn said. “What happened to Veronica’s gun?”

“We have it,” Hank said. “It may turn out to be the murder weapon. We found it in a Dumpster at the rear of the motel.”

Carolyn scratched a patch of dry skin on her arm. “Veronica hated guns. He must have overpowered her. She was always afraid of something like that. She believed we were safer without guns. Not just people in law enforcement, but private citizens as well. Veronica thought if you bought a gun and kept it in your house, instead of your defending yourself with it, someone would use it against you.” She paused, thinking. “If Bramson was strung out, he would never have agreed to see Veronica. He had drug terms. If he tested positive, he was looking at a certain prison term. In reality, she could have violated him for not showing up at his job. He may have lured her to the motel to kill her.”

“Why didn’t he just abscond?” Mary interjected.

“Addicts don’t act rationally,” Hank reminded her. “He may have thought he could con Veronica into thinking he was clean. When she didn’t buy it, he impulsively grabbed her gun and shot her.”

“But why would Bramson threaten me and my family?” Carolyn asked. “Not many murderers would risk showing up at a county facility only hours after the crime, particularly if the victim was in law enforcement. And how did he find out so much about me?” She turned to Hank. “I doubt if Bramson took a tour of my house. It doesn’t make sense. Junkies look and act like junkies. My real estate agent never brought anyone to the house without screening them.”

“You must know more than you think you know,” Mary told her, exchanging tense glances with Hank.

Had she already put it together? Carolyn asked herself. Mary Stevens was one of the sharpest women she’d ever known. Her father had been a high-ranking officer with the LAPD. When he was killed in the line of duty, Mary had tracked down his murderer, then relinquished a lucrative position in the private sector to become a cop. Her statement had struck too close to home. If the detective had somehow sniffed out the truth about Tyler Bell, Carolyn’s future was at stake. Instead of going on her honeymoon, she could end up in the county jail.

“I have to go,” Carolyn said. “I’ll be on my cell if you need me.” Seeing Hank about to say something, she cut him off. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to throw my gun away. In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve already killed one murderer. I don’t need any more notches on my belt, but I’d welcome the chance to shoot this one. Do me a favor. Find him before I do.”

Wednesday, October 13—6:30
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he morning sun filtered in through the white wooden shutters, casting the room in a golden hue. Carolyn was snuggled in Marcus’s arms. She inhaled the masculine scent of his skin as she gazed at his handsome face. When he slept, his forty-eight years disappeared and his face took on a look of childish innocence. She loved the graceful slant of his nose, his hooded, seductive eyes, his sensuous lips. Her hand drifted between his thighs; then she felt her head throbbing and the events of the day before thrust their way to the surface.

Slipping out of bed, she squatted on the wood floor, using her feet to push herself into the corner. After she’d left the coroner’s office, she had gone to check on Drew and relieve Linda Cartwright. Her eyes drifted closed, and she was standing at the front door of Veronica’s house.

Carolyn knocked several times, but no one answered. Using the key Veronica had given her years ago, she let herself in, not wanting to wake the children by ringing the doorbell. Empty beer cans were scattered on top of the coffee table, alongside toys, newspapers, and various clutter. Drew was asleep on the sofa.

She checked the bedrooms and found all the children in their beds except Jude. Since Linda wasn’t there, she assumed Drew had sent her home.

Carolyn tiptoed back down the narrow hallway, walking over and tapping Veronica’s husband on the shoulder. When he only groaned and changed position, she said, “Drew, it’s Carolyn. Where’s Jude?”

“How the hell do I know?” he said, his speech slurred from the alcohol. “She’s probably doing dope with one of her low-life friends. I drove around for hours trying to find her. For all I know, she’s shacked up with some gangster.”

Carolyn sat on the edge of a chair across from him. “I’m going to notify the police that Jude is missing. I’m worried, Drew. Veronica’s murder has been on the news. She should have called or come home by now.”

Drew pushed himself to a seated position. “This shit happens all the time, Carolyn,” he told her. “That damn kid drives her mother and me nuts. She should be in college, but all she’s interested in is partying.” He rummaged among the beer cans until he found one that still had a few drops left in it. Once he slugged it down, he tossed the empty can into the pile. “You got any cigarettes?”

“I don’t smoke,” Carolyn said. “Didn’t you stop years ago?”

“Yeah,” Drew said, leaning forward over his knees. “After what happened to Veronica, I’m wondering why. We knock ourselves out to stay healthy and then some maniac comes along and…” He covered his face with his hands. “Christ, what am I going to do? I tried to tell the kids, but I couldn’t. I keep thinking I’ll wake up tomorrow and Veronica will be beside me in the bed. That isn’t going to happen, is it?”

Carolyn shook her head. “You have to tell them, Drew.”

“I know, I know…All I want to do is sleep right now. I’ll find a way to tell them. I just can’t do it right now.”

“The police are going to ask you a lot of questions,” Carolyn said. “Didn’t you used to work for National Insurance?”

“I worked for National Car Rentals before I got the job at Boeing. Jesus, Carolyn, that’s got to be fifteen years ago. What does this have to do with what happened to Veronica?”

“Nothing,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “Were you and Veronica having problems?”

“Of course we had problems,” Drew told her. “We have a screwed-up teenager, and with both of us working, we still have to scrimp to make ends meet. It didn’t help that Veronica started popping out babies ten years after we had Jude. Veronica swore she was on birth control, but I think she snookered me. Then she decided Stacy had to have a brother or sister closer to her age. I don’t know where Michael came from. With this many rug rats, Veronica and I either can’t find the time to have sex or we’re too exhausted.”

He was still using the present tense, Carolyn noticed. He should have gone to the morgue instead of her. He seemed to be dealing with his wife’s death as if it were a temporary situation, something along the lines of having your car repossessed. It made you feel lousy, but you could take out a second mortgage on the house, make up the back payments, and everything would be fine.

“How did she look?” he asked. “Was it bad?”

“Yes,” Carolyn said, staring at a raggedy teddy bear on the floor and thinking how sad it looked. Her mind went blank, blocking out the terrible image of Veronica’s blood-splattered body.

She shrieked when she felt someone pulling on her hand, believing she was at the morgue and Veronica had reached out and grabbed her. “You startled me,” she said, seeing Marcus standing over her. At six-one, he had dark hair and hazel eyes with flecks of green in them. His hooded lids gave him a seductive look. Bedroom eyes, her mother used to call them. “I must have dosed off.”

“Have you been on the floor all night?”

“I woke up early. I got out of bed because I didn’t want to wake you.”

Marcus yawned, then stretched his back. “Jump in the shower while I make you some breakfast.”

Carolyn let him help her to her feet, then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Oh, Marcus,” she sobbed, her head pressed against his chest. “It was so awful. One side of her head was gone.”

He rubbed the center of her back. “Just relax, okay? You’re exhausted. How is Drew holding up?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, clasping the lapels on his plaid cotton robe. “I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet. He couldn’t find Jude last night. I need to call and see if she came home.”

“Not until you get some food in you,” Marcus insisted. “An hour won’t make any difference, Carolyn. This isn’t going to be over in a day. You need your strength. Are you going to be able to take a day off to get yourself together, or do you have to go to the office? We have a meeting scheduled with the caterers tonight at six.”

“I have to work.” Carolyn began to panic, speaking so fast her mind didn’t have time to keep up with her mouth. “There’s no one else to run the…I’ll have to find someone to take over Veronica’s…we’re already slammed…The new people can’t handle the serious cases.”

“Calm down,” Marcus said, tilting her chin up and kissing her. “When something like this happens, the best thing you can do is to go about your business. Although it might be better if you stayed at home and got some rest, you’d probably spend the day thinking about Veronica.”

“We have to cancel the wedding. Please, I don’t want what should be the happiest day of my life to take place now. We’ll pick another date…maybe next month, or after the first of the year. Your secretary should start calling people today. They’ll understand when she explains. Most of my friends know Veronica. If we don’t postpone it, we’ll turn our wedding into a funeral.” She saw the look on disappointment on his face. “I can’t go to meetings with caterers, Marcus. I’m not sure I can get through today, let alone a wedding.”

“Why don’t we wait a few days?” he said. “See how you feel then. We’ve already booked our trip. The airline tickets arrived just the other day. I don’t want to bring money into the picture, but we’re going to take a bath if we cancel.”

“I’m not going to change my mind,” Carolyn said, telling him about the threatening letter.

“Personally, I think it was a prank,” he told her. “People do sick things. I’ve received death threats before, one allegedly from a Middle Eastern terrorist group. That’s the world we live in today, honey. Intimidation and fear rule, but only if you let them.”

Marcus owned a company that supplied custom software to the military. Because he transported classified codes, he employed a private security team. A man was parked in front of their house now. “I’ll hire more people to keep an eye on us. I’ll even get someone to shadow John in Massachusetts. Your peace of mind is all that matters.”

“You’re the most wonderful man in the world. Please understand why we have to cancel the wedding.”

“You don’t need to work, Carolyn,” Marcus said, a stern look on his face. “I can’t have my wife in constant danger. There are more worthwhile things you could do with your time. You could volunteer somewhere, take up golf or tennis, spend more time with Rebecca.”

“We’ve already discussed this dozens of times.” This was the only conflict they had in their relationship. “There’s no way I can quit now. The police asked me to go through all of Veronica’s cases. Then I’ll have to find out who’s still in prison and who’s been released on parole, get their addresses, try to find them. Criminals move every week.”

“I thought this Bramson guy was the killer.”

“We don’t know that for certain,” Carolyn told him. “The clerk said the man who rented the room was black. Bramson is white. It could be anyone.”

Marcus shrugged and headed off toward the kitchen. Even the way he walked intrigued her. His long legs and torso moved purposely forward, while his head seemed to remain motionless. It was a trick of the eye, created by his graceful but deceptively fast pace.

In many ways, they made the perfect couple. They talked fast, moved fast, and made instant decisions. They worked with efficiency and determination, and they both possessed extraordinary memories. The only time Carolyn forgot anything was when she was emotionally distraught as she was now.

She rushed to the closet to find something to wear. She stopped when saw Veronica’s maid of honor dress. Removing the plastic, she fingered the pale lavender silk. She’d give the dress to Drew to bury her in. It had come from the dressmaker’s a month ago. Veronica had never got around to picking it up.

Pausing in the doorway of the bathroom, she stared out over the cavernous bedroom. Veronica and Drew’s entire house was only a few feet larger. Marcus’s sprawling home seemed like a disgusting display of wealth. The people who actually needed this kind of space were seldom able to afford it.

As she was brushing her teeth, the three-carat diamond ring on her finger was reflected in the mirror. When she went to work, she turned it around backward. Would she ever get used to her new lifestyle? It was distancing her from her friends and coworkers. Even Brad Preston treated her differently, and they’d once been lovers.

She jumped in the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water against her skin. After she shampooed her hair and got out, she dried it with a towel. What people failed to understand was it was Marcus’s money, not hers. She hadn’t reached the point where she felt comfortable having him support her. Except for the few years when her ex-husband, Frank, had taught school, she’d been the primary breadwinner. Paying her own bills allowed her to maintain a sense of independence. She hadn’t fallen in love with Marcus because he was successful. She loved him because he was a great man.

Carolyn ran a comb through her hair, put on her makeup, dressed, and grabbed her briefcase and purse. She thought of herself as a wash-and-wear girl. Her naturally curly hair made it easy to care for. All she had to do was wash it. The only thing she went to the beauty salon for was haircuts. She filed her own nails, had never had a facial, and could be ready to go just about anywhere in less than thirty minutes. The first time she and Marcus had gone on a trip together, he’d nagged her to pack three days before they were scheduled to leave. While Marcus cooled his heels, certain they were going to miss their flight, Carolyn threw her clothes into a bag and was ready to walk out the door in fifteen minutes.

Rebecca came down the winding staircase with a worried look her face. Her straight dark hair fell to the center of her back. She had inherited her father’s olive skin, hair, and hazel eyes. “I heard what happened,” she said. “When they said a probation officer was murdered, I was afraid it was you. Why didn’t you call us?”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Carolyn said, embracing her. “I just did whatever people asked of me. I didn’t have time to do anything else.”

“You have to quit that hideous job,” her daughter said. “You don’t need the money now that you’re marrying Marcus. He wants you to quit, too. How do I know what happened to Veronica won’t happen to you?”

“Jude is missing, Rebecca,” Carolyn said, changing the subject. “I know the two of you have never been close, but have you heard anything about her recently?”

“She’s a tramp, Mom. I run into her at school now and then, but other than that, I don’t have anything to do with her. Wasn’t she supposed to graduate last year?”

Something wasn’t right. “You saw Jude at Ventura High?”

“Yeah,” the girl said. “I haven’t seen her in a while, though.”

“She’s not attending classes,” Carolyn said. “Her father said she’s just bumming around. Veronica told me the same thing. She must be hanging out at the school because of her friends.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s enrolled, Mom. There are a lot of kids who didn’t graduate with their class. Haley Snodgrass flunked and came back. I know because she’s Anne Marie’s big sister. Her parents insisted that Haley get her diploma instead of a GED. Rebecca glanced at her watch. “I have to go. I need to stop for gas. I love living here, but it takes me forever to drive to school. Where’s Marcus?”

“Making breakfast,” Carolyn told her.

Rebecca laughed. “He can’t cook. What’s he making, toast? Where’s Josephine? She’ll have a fit if Marcus makes a mess in her kitchen.”

“Today is her day off.”