Spencer cocked an eyebrow. “Opened the window?”
“My curiosity got the better of me. Have you talked to Dunbar?”
“He’s out of town. Had a long weekend off.”
“And the woman he’s having an affair with disappears, leaving a scene that suggests foul play. Convenient.”
Spencer closed the spiral notebook and tucked it into his breast pocket. “We’ll check it out.”
This time it was she who caught his elbow. “Danson’s alive,” she said. “He’s the White Rabbit. And he’s exacting revenge on Leo and his family.”
“Get a clue, Killian. Noble created this whole White Rabbit thing to get away with killing his wife.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Of course it does. It’s genius. A big, elaborate smoke screen. Even you’re part of the plan, Stacy.” He shook off her hand and walked down the hall.
CHAPTER 49
Friday, March 18, 2005
6:30 p.m.
Stacy watched him walk away, a knot in the pit of her stomach. The past rushed up, so thick and bitter it nearly choked her. This wouldn’t be the first time her judgment had proved faulty. Wouldn’t be the first time she had been deceived. Her good intentions used.
She struggled to breathe evenly. To get a grip on her emotions.
The past was not repeating itself. She wasn’t that woman anymore.
“Stacy?”
She turned. Alice stood just inside her bedroom door. Everything about her body language suggested she might bolt at any moment.
The teenager brought a finger to her lips, pointed to the room where the officers were conducting their search, then motioned her over.
Stacy glanced toward the officers, then strolled past the open doorway, before ducking into Alice’s room.
Alice drew her across the room. Her hands were trembling, clammy. She stopped at the desk and turned on the computer. The device came to life and quickly began loading.
Stacy looked questioningly at Alice and saw that the teenager was near tears.
“I know what the police think. I heard them talking. It’s not true. Dad didn’t do anything to Mom. Or anyone else. I know he didn’t.”
“How, Alice? How do you know?”
She nodded and turned back to the computer terminal. With a few keystrokes, she called up a screen with dated entries. She clicked on the most recent, dated today at 3:00 p.m. It was an e-mail message.
The Mouse, Five and Seven have been eliminated. The Queen is compromised. The Cheshire Cat is making her move; her claws are long, her teeth sharp.
What’s your response?
Stacy knew what she was looking at; a game of White Rabbit in progress.
Not any game, either.
The game.
“I thought I’d better…I wanted you to see this first. Because of Mom. And Dad.”
Her Mom. The Queen of Hearts.
Stacy quelled her excitement, her urge to shake information out of the teenager. “Who’s the White Rabbit, Alice?”
“I don’t know. I met him in an RPG chat room. But he’s my friend, he wouldn’t hurt me or anyone else.”
“Your friend?” Stacy worked to keep her voice low, her tone measured. “People are dying, Alice.”
“I know how it looks, but it can’t-” She clasped her hands together. “It’s just a game. Right?”
The teenager longed to be convinced, reassured. Unfortunately, Stacy couldn’t do that. “Rosie Allen is dead. Her killer left a message by her body-poor little mouse, drowned in a pool of tears. August Wright and Roberto Zapeda are also dead. The killer left a message by their bodies as well-the roses are red now. Judging by the cards and message left in your dad’s office, the pair represented the Five and Seven of Spades.”
She paused to let her words sink in. “Now your mother is missing. And coincidentally, in your game the Queen of Hearts is ‘compromised.’ Is it simply a game, Alice? You tell me.”
The girl broke down. “I di…didn’t know,” she managed to say around sobs. “Until…Mom…then I…then I knew the White Rabbit was using me to…decide-”
“Let’s figure this out,” Stacy said softly. “We’ll do it together. Figure out who he is and stop him.”
Alice wiped her tears and met Stacy’s eyes. “How? Tell me what to do.”
Stacy nodded, proud of the teenager. “First, the Queen is compromised. What does that mean?”
“It’s a game strategy. Incapacitate one of the players, then move on to another. Return later for the…for the kill.”
Return for the kill. Of course.
Kay was still alive.
“You know what this means, Alice. Your mother’s alive.”
The young woman’s eyes widened, filling once more with tears. This time with relief, Stacy suspected.
“Who is he?” Stacy asked again. “You must have some idea.”
“I don’t. Honestly.” She wrung her hands. “We met in an RPG chat room. We became…friends. He asked if I wanted to play.”
“How long ago did you meet?”
“Eight months ago. Maybe a year.”
“Did he ever suggest a meeting?”
“No.” She tilted her chin up. “But I wouldn’t have gone. I’m not that stupid.”
She flushed as if realizing that maybe she was, considering the turn of events.
“I know he’s really smart. We discussed everything from anthropology, to psychology, to art. He was knowledgeable about them all.”
A real Renaissance man.
Stacy glanced up, to the bookshelf above the computer. She took in the eclectic hodgepodge of titles, everything from fiction to law texts and gaming manuals. She even had a copy of the DSM-IV, the clinician’s guide to mental illness. The DPD shrink kept a copy in his office.
“How about his age?” Stacy asked.
Alice screwed up her face in thought. “Older than me, I’m pretty sure. He seemed mature.”
Seemed mature. Which illustrated one of the dangers of meeting people online, Stacy thought. Being unable to accurately gauge a person’s age or character. Having to depend on their version of the truth.
“Older? As old as your father?”
“Not old.” She shook her head. “We liked the same music and stuff. When I talked about my parents, he understood. Totally.”
“About your parents,” she repeated. “What did you tell him about them?”
Alice looked embarrassed, upset. “I complained about how they treated me like a baby. How they wouldn’t let me go to university, stuff like that.” Her eyes welled with tears. “Considering the circumstances now, I wish I could take it all back.”
Stacy pressed on. “Playing online, how does it work?”
“It’s a one-on-one. I’m battling the monsters of Wonderland.”
“The mouse, the Five and Seven of Spades and so forth.”
“Exactly. The narrative is the same, but I’m the future’s only hope.”
“It’s up to you to kill the evil White Rabbit and all his Wonderland henchmen, thus saving the world.”
She nodded. “The White Rabbit controls the game, absolutely. He creates the traps, the monsters, everything. Before beginning the game, I’m notified of every monster I’ll face. But not when or where the confrontation will take place.
“I’m also informed of their particular strengths, powers and weapons. It helps level the playing field. And eliminates the temptation to improvise as you go, creating just the power or weapon necessary to defeat the player.”
“Is play determined by the roll of dice, as in the live version?”
“Yes. Electronic dice. I receive the result of all moves against me from the White Rabbit. And the result of my moves against the others from him as well.”
“How do you know he’s telling the truth? He’s got the dice.”
“What would be the point of lying?”
In a regular game, with a sane game master, sure.
But with an obvious whack job like this guy?
“My friend Cassie, could she have been part of this game?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think so.”
“Did you and she discuss White Rabbit or this game at Café Noir?”
“No.”
“You’re telling me the truth, right? It’s really important.”
“I didn’t, I swear. We talked about gaming in general, but not White Rabbit. It’s not really done, and certainly not with a stranger.”
Stacy believed her. “Who knew you were playing?”
“No one.”
That she found hard to believe. She told her so.
“It’s true! White Rabbit’s that way. Dad suspected, I suppose. He knows I game. It’s not unusual for an online gamer to have several scenarios going at once.”
“Do you know what monsters lay ahead?”
Alice typed in a code, accessing the game. She read them aloud. “The Mad Hatter and March Hare. The King of Hearts. The Cheshire Cat. And the White Rabbit.”
“When do you have to make your move?”
“Soon.”
“Can you put him off? Delay your move?”
“No more than twenty-four hours. If I fail to act, I’m automatically eliminated.”
And in this game, being eliminated was fatal.
“I think I know who he is, Alice.”
“Who? Not Dad.”
“No, not your dad. Dick Danson.”
“Dad’s old partner? But he’s-”
“Dead? Maybe not.” Stacy explained about her trip to California and what she had learned. “I don’t have any proof yet, but I will.”
“Soon?”
“I’m going to try. The first thing we need to do is get Detectives Malone and Sciame in here. Show them what you’ve just shown me.”
A look of panic crossed her features. “What if they don’t believe me? What if they think-”
“They won’t,” she said, gently squeezing her hand. “I’ll be right here.”
“Promise?”
Stacy did, then went to the door and called Spencer and Tony. Malone poked his head out the door of the bedroom on the other side of hers.
“I think you might want to take a look at this,” she said, motioning them over.
They crossed to the computer. Stacy swiveled the monitor toward them, watching Spencer’s face as he scanned the documents, seeing the moment he understood what he was looking at.
He faced Alice. “You have some explaining to do, Ms. Noble.”
Stacy stepped in, filling them in on what Alice had told her: how she had become involved in the game, where she had met the White Rabbit, how the game was played online. And that, if they were right, Kay was still alive. “It wasn’t until her mother disappeared that she realized she was involved,” she finished. “Then she did the right thing and came forward.”
Spencer sent her a look that clearly communicated that he’d be the judge of that. “You have no idea who the White Rabbit is?”
“None.” She looked at Stacy as if for confirmation. She saw that the girl’s lips trembled.
“We’ll have to confiscate your computer,” he said. “We can trace-”
Stacy cut him off. “Can I see you in the hall? Now?”
He nodded, though he looked irritated. He followed her to the hall and faced her, hands on hips. “What?”
“You can’t take her computer.”
He arched his eyebrows in question. “That so? Why?”
“Alice has to respond to the White Rabbit in twenty-four hours or her character is eliminated. And in this game, being eliminated really is the end of the line.”
“Shit.” He looked away, then back. “You have a suggestion, Killian?”
“Copy all her files. I bet she’s got a built-in CD burner, so it shouldn’t take too long. Plug them in downtown.”
“Just leave the door between her and that bastard open?”
“Closing it might be more dangerous for her. It’d also tip him that we’re onto him. In the meantime, get a court subpoena to force her e-mail provider to release the name and address on the White Rabbit’s e-mail account.”
He gazed at her a moment, eyes narrowed, then nodded tersely.
Several moments later, Tony was on his cell, setting their plan in motion. Alice sat slumped on the edge of the bed, arms curled around her middle. Stacy sat beside her, listening to Tony.
“What’s going on in here, Stacy?”
Before she could respond, Alice caught sight of him. “Dad!” she cried.
She ran to her father and threw herself into his arms. “I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t know, I promise I didn’t!”
“Baby, what-”
“Mr. Noble,” Spencer interrupted, “I need to take you down to headquarters for further questioning.”
“No!” That came from Alice. She spun toward Spencer. “He didn’t do anything! Don’t you see-”
“It’s okay, Pumpkin.” Leo separated himself from her. “They’re just going to ask me some questions. I’ll be back in an hour.”
CHAPTER 50
Friday, March 18, 2005
8:10 p.m.
Stacy stayed with Alice, and while the minutes ticked past, she did her best to reassure the girl. Reminded her that her father had done nothing wrong and that as an innocent man, he had nothing to fear.
After a while, it seemed the girl wasn’t even listening. It was as if she had drifted off to a place where she couldn’t be touched. If she had noticed that more than an hour had passed since the detectives had left with her father, she didn’t mention it.
Stacy fell silent as well. She made sure they ate the meal Mrs. Maitlin had left, then straightened the kitchen. All the while, she went over the facts as she knew them, conscious of the ticking clock.
The e-mail from the White Rabbit had come in at 3:00 p.m. Which meant they had until the same time tomorrow to catch him.
Why was Malone wasting time questioning Leo? Danson was behind this. Her gut told her he was.
Now she needed proof.
She glanced at her watch for what she knew was the dozenth time in the space of as many minutes. Why hadn’t Billie called? She had hoped her friend would unearth something quickly.
She called the other woman’s cell phone, left a message, then began to pace.
“I’ve figured it out,” Alice said suddenly.
Stacy stopped pacing and looked at her. Alice sat at the kitchen table, a pen in her hands, staring at what appeared to be doodles she’d made on her napkin. “Figured out what?”
“What the White Rabbit’s up to.” She motioned to the napkin. “Wonderland is a maze, fashioned in a sort of spiral.”
Stacy crossed to her and saw that her doodles were actually a sort of diagram. “Go on,” she said.
“I was playing the game, working my way through Wonderland. Each victim has been a step closer to the epicenter of Wonderland. The Queen and King of Hearts. “ She paused. “Mom and Dad. And me.”
Stacy was amazed at the girl’s calm. “But you’ve already gotten to the Queen. If she’s at the epicenter-”
“The Rabbit left me an opening. I jumped the gothic forest and got to her. I disabled her and vaulted back because the forest was a dead end. No road to the King.”
“What about the Cheshire Cat? The e-mail indicated she was making her move.”
“It makes perfect sense. The Cheshire Cat is a shape-shifter. And a ferocious fighter.”
“With long claws and sharp teeth.”
She nodded. “I put myself in Dad’s former partner’s head. If it’s him, he wants revenge. He wants to punish Dad. And Mom. And what better way to do so than by using the game Dad stole as a means to kill him?”
“Stole? That’s not the way I heard it went down.”
“I’m in his head. Trying to think like him. He’s angry. Resentful. His life went nowhere. Dad’s a huge success.”
“So he
’s not crazy,” Stacy murmured. “Just wants to look like he is.”
“Not crazy,” Leo said from behind them. “He’s brilliant.”
“Dad!” Alice cried, running toward him. “Are you okay?”
He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. “Fine, Pumpkin.”
But he wasn’t, Stacy thought. He looked as if he had aged ten years in the past ten hours. The lines around his eyes and mouth appeared more deeply etched than before, the light in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished.
The detectives had put him through his paces.
“How’d it go?” she asked quietly.
“I’m home.” His simple answer spoke volumes.
Alice curled her hand around his. “Are you hungry?”
When he shook his head, she pursed her lips. “I’m making you a sandwich. Or there’s some of Mrs. Maitlin’s chicken gumbo left.”
“Sandwich.”
She didn’t ask what kind. Stacy watched as she fixed her dad a big peanut butter, honey and banana sandwich. She also poured him a glass of milk.
Watching the two interact brought a lump to her throat. It was an oddly sweet dynamic, the child caring for the parent. For all her adolescent bluster, Alice adored her father.
Alice looked at Stacy. “Dad and I used to eat these every Saturday morning for breakfast.”
“While we watched cartoons.” He took a bite, then washed it down with milk.
“Roadrunner was his favorite.”
“Because of Wile E. Coyote,” he said.
“What was your favorite?” Stacy asked the teenager.
“I don’t remember. Maybe the same.” Her eyes became glassy with tears. “Any news about Mom?”
“Not that they told me.” He set the remainder of the sandwich on the plate. “I’m sure they’re looking, Alice.”
Bright color spotted her cheeks. “No, they’re not! They’re wasting time questioning you.”
Stacy had to agree. She kept her mouth shut.
“They asked lots of questions,” he murmured. “About my relationship with Kay. Our financial agreement, my recent licensing deals. What I did last night.”
“The search turn up anything?”
“Of course not.”
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