“Mr. Ransom?”
He cleared his throat, wiped his face with his fingertips, and turned to face Lila Newton.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked.
“Would you take me to Terri?”
“Yes, sir, of course I will.”
Lila led him from the west wing to the east wing of the center. As they approached room 118, he noticed that a nurse’s aide sat in a chair outside the closed door. Lila spoke to her as she opened the door and then went with Ransom into the semidark room, the only illumination coming from the night-light in the bathroom. He slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and only then did he see that Terri was wide awake and staring at him.
“Tu. Tu?” she asked, her voice quavering.
Ransom took her small, slender right hand in his and held it tenderly. “The FBI took him away. They didn’t hurt him. Tomorrow, I’ll hire him a lawyer. I’ll call my old fraternity brother, Robert Barlow. He’ll take Tyler’s case. I’m sure of it.”
Terri squeezed his hand.
“Robert can use an insanity plea,” Ransom told her. “Tyler’s sick. He’s very, very sick.”
Terri squeezed his hand again and slowly closed her eyes. Ransom reached down and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Mike’s cell phone rang at 1:15 A.M. Although he kept the volume on low at night, the distinct ring woke him immediately. He flopped over in bed, flung his arm out toward the nightstand, and grappled across his wallet, keys, and holstered S&W semiautomatic before finding his phone. He grabbed it, pressed the Unlock button, and stared bleary-eyed at the caller’s name and number.
Hicks Wainwright.
Mike shot straight up in bed and tossed back the covers. He took the call as he rose to his feet. “Mike Birkett here. What’s going on?”
“Mike, it’s Hicks Wainwright. We got him.”
“What!”
“The Midnight Killer. We arrested him tonight, just a few hours ago. And we have a full confession.”
“How? Who? My God!”
“Tyler Owens, Terri Owens’s son,” Hicks said. “For some reason, he confessed to his mother, and despite not being able to speak coherently since her stroke, she managed to make her ex-husband understand what she was trying to say. We set a trap, waited for Owens to try to kill his mother, which he did, and took him into custody. He’s been singing like a bird ever since.”
“I can’t believe it’s over,” Mike said. “You’re sure. A hundred percent sure.”
“As sure as we can be at this point,” Wainwright told him. “But my gut tells me that there’s not much doubt he’s our guy.”
“Thanks for letting me know so quickly.”
“I thought Ms. Hammonds should be one of the first to know. She and Terri Owens are the only two survivors. All the other actors from Midnight Masquerade are dead.”
“I’m sure she’ll have some questions.”
“Maybe I’ll be able to answer them in a few days.”
As soon as Mike said good-bye and placed his phone on the nightstand, he grabbed his jeans off the nearby chair where he’d hung them earlier, put them on, and ran up the hall to Lorie’s room. Per his instructions, she had left her door open.
He knocked on the door frame. “Lorie? Honey, wake up.”
She lifted her head and stared at him; then she sat up, sending the covers sliding to her hips. “Mike? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he told her as he entered the room and went straight to her. “They got him. Hicks Wainwright just called. They arrested the Midnight Killer a few hours ago.” He sat down beside her.
“Say that again.” She looked at Mike, happy tears in her eyes.
“It was Terri Owens’s son, Tyler,” Mike said. “The FBI set a trap for him, and when he tried to kill Terri, they arrested him. He’s confessed to everything.”
“Oh, thank you, God.” Lorie threw herself into Mike’s arms and hugged him fiercely. “I’ve got a million questions, but none of them seem to matter right now. Oh, Mike, Mike…Is it really over?”
“Yeah, honey, it’s over. It’s really over.”
He wished he could go right up to Lorie’s house and look in the windows the way he used to do before Mike Birkett had moved in with her. It was too risky now. He had to watch from afar. But the day would come when she’d be alone, all alone, and then he could make his move. He was tired of waiting, but as long as she was guarded so securely, he couldn’t risk getting caught.
For more than two years, he had hoped she would notice him the way a woman notices a man she’s interested in; but that hadn’t happened. He had been patient, waiting for her to see him as more than a mere acquaintance. But the only man Lorie could see was Mike Birkett.
If only she could see him in a different light, he would help her seek and find forgiveness for her many sins. But he had come to realize recently that she was beyond forgiveness now. She would never repent, never find redemption, and never plead with him to help her cleanse her soul of its wickedness. Not now that she had Mike back in her life—and in her bed.
I loved you so, Lorie.
I would have done anything for you.
But she had betrayed him with a man unworthy of her. A man who could never love her the way he did.
He understood now that there was only one way he could save Lorie from herself. And he loved her enough to do what had to be done.
Chapter 35
The Powell Agency wrapped up their investigation into the Midnight Killer case two weeks after Tyler Owens was arrested and signed a confession. Ransom Owens had hired Robert Barlow, a high-powered attorney from Richmond, but Tyler had refused any help from his father and gone instead with a court-appointed attorney. The news media was having a field day with the story.
Griff had called a final meeting of all the main agents involved in the case, giving each instructions to report to their respective clients for one last time in order to help them find some measure of closure. Griff had gone to see Jared Wilson to tell him about Tyler Owens’s arrest before the news leaked to the press. Michelle Allen and Ben Corbett would return to Knoxville for a follow-up visit with Jared. Holt had already left to catch a flight to Memphis to finalize the case with Tagg Chambless, Hilary Finch’s husband. Other agents had been assigned to speak with the families of all the victims, whether or not they had been Powell Agency clients.
Nic had told Maleah that Griff had arranged for Charles Wong’s wife to receive a sizable check that would give her and her daughters modest financial security for a number of years. Mrs. Wong would be told that the money came from a life insurance policy her husband had purchased a year before his death.
“If Casey Lloyd hadn’t been so secretive about what he was doing, we could have completely eliminated him as a suspect,” Maleah said.
“I suppose collaborating with a world-renowned author on a tell-all exposé about his years in the porno business wasn’t something he wanted to broadcast,” Derek said. “Besides, I think Casey enjoyed the cloak-and-dagger secrecy of visiting the reclusive author in Arizona without anyone being aware of what he was doing.”
“Information after the fact doesn’t help us, does it?” Griff told them. “If we or the Bureau had found out sooner that when he was a Boy Scout, Tyler Owens had earned a merit badge for rifle shooting, it would have given us reason to suspect him since whoever killed the victims was quite adept at using a firearm.”
“I suppose none of that matters now,” Nic said. “The killer was apprehended. And our Midnight Killer case is closed.”
“And Lorie Hammonds is alive and well,” Maleah added. “Cathy tells me that life is gradually returning to normal for Lorie and she went back to work at their antique shop this week.”
“Hmm…I just might make a detour through Dunmore on my way to my beach house on St. George Island.” Derek winked at Maleah.
Griff chuckled. Nic rolled her eyes and smiled.
“And what makes you think Lor
ie would want to see you when she’s got Mike Birkett around?” Maleah asked him.
“Are they engaged?” Derek grinned at Maleah.
“No, but—”
“Maybe Mike needs a little healthy competition.”
“Maybe you need to mind your own business.”
“Maybe I’d like to make Lorie Hammonds my business.”
Maleah huffed loudly. “She doesn’t want you. No woman in her right mind would want you.”
“And no sane man would put up with you.”
Five minutes later, Maleah and Derek realized that sometime during their childish argument, Nic and Griff had left the room.
Mike had moved back home a couple of days after Tyler Owens’s arrest, but as a precaution, a deputy had remained posted outside her house every night from ten until two for the rest of the week. Although she still got curious stares and an occasional off-color comment from a few men, for the most part, the community as a whole pretty much treated her the way it always had. Some people were friendly, some ignored her, and a few were downright hostile. The Women for Christian Morality hadn’t picketed the shop since she returned to work at Treasures, thanks in great part to Patsy Elliott’s intervention.
Customers came and went on a regular basis, along with the occasional curiosity seeker. After she had granted Ryan Bonner an exclusive interview—against Mike’s wishes—and three articles about her past and present and her connection to the Midnight Killer appeared in the Huntsville Times, the media interest in Cherry Sweets and Lorie Hammonds had begun to wane.
She was, slowly but surely, getting her life back on track. Except for her relationship with Mike. It could never go back to the way it had been before, not now that they had become lovers again. And yet neither of them was sure they had a future together. She was still a woman with a notorious past, at least notorious in the eyes of small-town America. If they could move away from Dunmore, escape the narrow-minded bigotry that judged her as unfit wife and mother material, and live in a big city like New York or Chicago or Atlanta, they might have a chance of making it as a couple. But Mike’s life was here. His children’s lives were rooted in this community, and his mother’s family had lived in Dunmore for generations.
She and Mike had agreed that they needed time apart, time to recover from recent events, time to put their lives back in order and make rational decisions about their future.
He and the kids had cooked dinner for her one night and she had cooked for them another night. She and Mike had gone out on one date that had ended with a good-night kiss at her front door. And she was no longer forbidden to spend time with Hannah and M.J.
“No matter what happens between us, I want you and my children to get to know one another a lot better,” Mike had told her.
She wanted that, too.
Actually, what she really wanted was the chance to be a good stepmother to Mike’s kids, something that might never happen.
“I’m off now,” Cathy said as she retrieved her purse from under the checkout counter. “My appointment is at four o’clock.” She grabbed Lorie’s hands. “I’m so nervous. I’ve taken four home pregnancy tests and all four were positive, but I want to hear Dr. Evans tell me that I am definitely pregnant.”
Lorie and Cathy laughed like schoolgirls.
“Jack is so excited,” Cathy said. “He missed out on the whole experience when I was pregnant with Seth, so in a way, this is his first time. You should hear him. He’s convinced it’s a girl. He’s already coming up with names.”
“I’m so happy for you.” Lorie hugged Cathy. “You deserve the wonderful life you have with Jack.”
“You deserve a life with the man you love, too,” Cathy told her. “I swear, I want to shake Mike Birkett until his teeth rattle.”
The bell over the entrance tinkled loudly as the front door opened and Nell Birkett followed her grandchildren into the shop. “Hello, girls,” Nell called to them as she came inside and closed her wet umbrella while M.J. and Hannah ran over to Lorie.
“I brought them a little early,” Nell said. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there and I always drive slower when it’s raining. Another thing, I’m going to stop by the farmer’s market on my way back from the dentist if it’s slacked up some and I feel like it. Thank goodness Dr. Springer could fit me in. This tooth is killing me.” Nell rubbed her swollen jaw. “It’s probably an abscess. Sure feels like it. And I sure do appreciate your looking after the kids.”
“No problem. I love spending time with Hannah and M.J.”
“Gotta run.” Nell waved good-bye as she headed out the door, reopening her umbrella on her way out.
“Me, too,” Cathy said. “I’ll call you the minute I leave Dr. Evans’s office.”
“Don’t forget your umbrella.” Lorie picked up the bright red umbrella from the counter and handed it to Cathy.
Left alone with the children and a few browsing customers, Lorie suggested that M.J. and Hannah go with her to the kitchenette in the back. “I have milk and cookies. Or Cokes and chips.”
“Milk and cookies,” Hannah said.
“Coke and chips.” M.J. grinned.
After settling the children at the table, each with the snack of their choice, Lorie told them, “When you finish eating, clean up after yourselves and then start on your homework. I’ll be outside in the shop if you need me for anything.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
On her way out, Lorie overheard Hannah say, “Miss Lorie would make a great mom, wouldn’t she?”
Oh, Hannah, more than anything, I’d love to be your mom.
“If Dad marries her, she’d be our stepmom,” M.J. corrected his sister. “But she wouldn’t be one of those mean stepmothers. She’d be like a real mom because she likes both of us so much.”
I love you both. More than you’ll ever know. I love you because you’re great kids. I love you because you’re Mike’s children. I love you because you were almost mine.
Customers came and went and Lorie rang up several nice sales. Mrs. Webber hurried in for a quick look through the blank invitation cards that were on sale, bought two dozen for her sister’s birthday party, and hurried off. Paul Babcock showed up and took his usual stance at the antique postcard table. Mike called to check on the kids and told her that he’d drop by and pick them up before she closed at 6:00 P.M. One by one, her customers hurried off to their cars, eventually leaving only Paul and a lady Lorie didn’t recognize in the store.
The heavy springtime thunderstorm that had rolled into Dunmore, bringing a torrential downpour along with booming thunder and dangerous cloud-to-ground lightning, grew progressively worse. Concerned about Hannah and M.J., Lorie carried two flashlights with her when she went to check on them. She gave one to each of them and cautioned them to stay away from the single window in the room.
“Keep these with you, just in case the power goes out,” she told them. “With a storm this bad, there’s a good chance the electricity will go out at any moment. During these spring storms, we average losing power at least once a month.”
“I don’t like the thunder and lightning when it’s like this,” Hannah admitted.
Lorie hugged the child, kissed her forehead, and said, “You’re safe in here. I promise. And as soon as I shoo the last of my customers out the door, I’ll close up early and come back in here with y’all until your dad shows up.”
That promise seemed to pacify Hannah. Lorie could tell that although he was putting up a brave front, M.J. was a little unnerved by the incessant thunder and repeated flashes of lightning. “Take care of your sister,” she told him.
“Yes, ma’am. I will.”
When she went back out front, she found the shop completely empty. Good. She was glad she wouldn’t have to rush any customers out the door and into the rain. Peering through the full glass door, she realized she could barely see the sidewalk in front of Treasures, let alone the buildings across the street. Just as she started to flip over t
he sign to read Closed, a clap of thunder rattled the shop windows, making her gasp and jump. Suddenly the front door swung open, startling her. Buddy Pounders tromped into Treasures, tossed back the hood on his raincoat, and smiled at Lorie.
“It’s coming a damn monsoon,” he said.
“I was just closing up,” Lorie told him. “Is there something you need?”
He glanced around the shop. “Are you here all alone? No customers left?”
“No customers,” she told him.
“Well, I came by to ask you something,” Buddy said.
“You did?” She couldn’t imagine what Buddy needed to ask her. Something about Mike maybe?
“I…uh…are you and Mike a couple?” he asked. “I mean, are you two dating each other and nobody else?”
She started to tell Mike’s deputy that it was none of his business, but instead she said, “Mike and I are trying to figure things out.”
“Well, while you’re trying to figure things out, would you consider dating somebody else?” Buddy’s lopsided boyish grin probably appealed to most women.
“Are you asking for yourself or for someone else?”
“For myself,” he admitted. “I’ve admired you for a long time, Miss Lorie. You’re one fine-looking woman and I’d be proud if you’d go out with me sometime.”
Lorie managed not to laugh in Buddy’s face. He was a sweet guy with youthful good looks to go with his adorable smile. But he was years too young for her, probably not a day over twenty-five. And she was and always would be in love with Mike Birkett.
She placed her hand on Buddy’s arm covered by his damp raincoat. “I’m flattered. Very flattered. But right now, I’m not seeing anyone except Mike.”
Buddy’s face turned beet red. “I sure hope he’s got sense enough to marry you. But if he doesn’t, well, somebody should tell him that there are plenty of guys who’d be interested, me included.”
Smiling warmly, she said, “Thank you, Buddy.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, I guess I’d better be going. You lock up after I leave.”
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