“How about we discuss it during lunch?” he asked.
She chuckled.
“Now I really am curious,” she said. She picked up her purse and grabbed her jacket.
“Where to?” she asked.
Chapter 8
Janus was standing in the entrance to La Villa Roma when they walked in.
“I figured I would find you here,” Janus said.
Quinn nodded and they walked over to a booth. The table still had the remnants of its previous occupant’s lunch on it, but Quinn barely noticed. Janus picked it up and set it on a nearby table before settling into the booth across from Quinn and Kate.
“What did you find?” he asked Janus.
“There’s a lot of activity,” Janus said. “They chased me away in a goddamned hurry.”
“Figures,” Quinn said.
“Wait a second,” Kate began. “What’s going on?”
“Can we trust her?” Janus asked, and Quinn could tell he wasn’t kidding. For all of Janus’ swearing and sometimes obnoxious behavior, there was no one else you wanted on your team. On stories like this, he was the most professional photographer you could ever want.
Quinn caught his breath and opened his mouth to speak.
“What do you think?” Kate asked, and looked at both of them slowly. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through Quinn. “On Saturday, you guys were all joking and now Janus is looking as serious as I’ve ever seen him. You can trust me. Now please tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I think we can,” Quinn said and looked back at Janus. He nodded.
“All right,” he said.
Quinn kept his voice low as he related to Kate his conversation with Gary that morning, although he did not tell them his source.
“So who were you on the phone with the rest of the morning?” Kate asked Quinn.
“Right now just making the rounds on the stalker,” he said. “I’m trying to find out why they canceled the press conference.”
“But you know that…”
“Yeah, but they don’t know that I know,” he said. “I wanted to find out what the cops have told some of the heads of the citizen patrols.”
“I doubt very much they told them there was a dead body in the woods,” she said.
“Nope,” Quinn replied. “But they were stupid enough to tell them different stories. Bill Browson, who heads up the Leesburg Family Council, was told that Sheriff Brown had to testify in court unexpectedly. But Rev. Athearn was told that there was simply no new information. They both might be true, but I doubt it.”
“Sloppy,” Kate said.
“Yeah, because they had to do it fast,” Janus said.
“Why are you wasting time on this?” she asked. “Why not just confront the police?”
“I could,” he said. “But what would that do? The story needs time to simmer. The cops think they can keep a lid on this, but there is no way this doesn’t start to leak out. Sooner or later, something always does. The more people that know, the easier getting confirmation will be. If I ask too many questions too soon, the right people are going to get scared and clam up. I want to see how many times I get the same story.”
“But if you just asked…”
“This isn’t Ohio, Kate,” Janus said. “These cops don’t like or trust us very much. They’re secretive down to their core. A lot happens in this town they don’t like to talk about. The first time Lord Halloween struck, a lot of people lost faith in the police and they never got it back. It’s created a siege mentality at the police force.”
“But you could force them to talk, just by asking a lot of questions,” she said.
“If I do that today, they could find my source,” he said. “And that won’t help me. Let them see me asking everyone in town-they will hear about it. They’ll get nervous and when I call them tomorrow they won’t ask who gave me the story. They’ll figure I pieced it together.”
“But what more do you know?” Kate asked.
Quinn gestured at Janus.
“He’s been my eyes in the sky,” he replied. “I’m waiting for his report.”
“Quinn called me this morning and had me head out to the site,” he explained to Kate.
“Where the body supposedly is?” she asked.
“We didn’t know exactly where, but…” Quinn said.
“We know where now,” Janus said.
“What did you find?” she asked.
“The cops are swarming around the woods along a side road between Leesburg and Waterford. They’ve roped off a whole chunk of it. It isn’t very well traveled, but…”
“Not exactly subtle,” she said.
“They never are,” Quinn replied. “Secretive, but not subtle.”
“I got there and parked far enough away,” Janus said. “I started taking photos pretty far back. I have a good telescope lens, so I could see quite a few uniforms combing the woods.”
“Did they see you?”
“Not at first,” he said. “I got pretty close before anyone came over to me. When they did, though, you would have thought I killed the lady.”
“What happened?”
“A whole bunch of cops-like five or six-started coming toward me and shouting and shit,” he said. “I switched the film because I figured they might try and hurt the camera, but they weren’t that dumb. Instead they just started trying to intimidate me.”
“What did you do?” Kate asked.
“I told them they could go fuck themselves,” Janus said and grinned.
“This is his usual response to most inquiries,” Quinn said.
“Really?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” Quinn said, holding up his hands. “Honest to God.”
“So I imagine they took that well,” she said.
“Well, I also showed them my press badge,” Janus added. “That made them calm down, but one of them went running back and brought out Stu.”
“Who’s Stu?”
“Brown’s deputy,” Quinn said.
“What did he say?” Kate asked.
“He didn’t say jack,” Janus replied. “I asked him what the hell was going on. I said I got calls from some locals about the police out here, so I came to take some pictures and I get the fucking Nazis coming down on me.”
“Good, good,” Quinn said.
“No locals called, I assume,” she said.
“Not a bloody one,” Janus replied. “So Stu just glares at me and you can see the hamster wheel running in his head. Then he said something about how it was dangerous and there was a chemical spill in the woods and how I needed to keep away from the area.”
“If it was a chemical spill, where were the masks and suits?” Quinn asked.
“Bingo, man,” Janus said. “Exactly the question I asked him. He just told me to leave.”
“Is that about it?” Quinn asked.
“Well, I got enough art for you,” Janus said. “But I will tell you this. Those kids-the other cops-they were scared. You could just feel it coming off them. I don’t know if they were told the chemical bullshit or not, but I doubt it. Whatever body is back there, I think it’s pretty messed up.”
“Or they didn’t just find a body,” Kate said.
“Meaning?” Quinn asked.
“They found something else,” she said. “Something that is worrying them.”
“Like?”
“A note,” she said. “Lord Halloween’s calling card.”
“Wait a minute,” Quinn said. “We don’t know that yet. I agree it’s a possibility-maybe even a good one, but…”
“How many murders happen in October, for God’s sake?” Kate asked.
“I know,” he replied evenly. “But it is far too early to tell yet. We have to find out more.”
There was a silence between the three of them.
“I might be able to help,” she said finally.
The two men looked at her.
“How?” Quinn asked her.
“Do you
trust me?” she asked him and the two of them stared at each other.
“I said I did,” Quinn replied.
“Then let me worry about it,” she said. “I have some experience with police procedure. And I may have a source.”
“Whoa, hang on, we can’t let this get out,” Quinn replied.
“You have to trust me, Quinn,” she said. “I’m not going to burn you. But if this story is what we think it is, this source will know. And he won’t lie to me about it.”
“How is that possible? You just came to this town,” Janus said.
Kate didn’t answer him.
“You’ve been here before,” Quinn said. “Haven’t you?”
Kate looked at both of them, but said nothing. She looked at her watch.
“I have to run guys,” she said. “But I promise I’ll keep this quiet for you. If he comes through, I’ll let you know.”
She stood up and started to walk away. Suddenly, she came back to the table.
“Quinn?” she said.
“Yeah?” he asked uncertainly.
“Thanks for trusting me. You won’t regret it.”
And she left them both watching her leave.
“Wonderful girl,” Janus said. “Either I’m going to kill her or I’m beginning to like her.”
“ Empire Strikes Back?” Quinn asked.
“Nah, man,” he said. “Original Star Wars. You are off your game today. And if she screws us, you will have blown the biggest story of your life. Return of a brutal serial killer?”
“I know what I’m doing,” Quinn replied.
“I hope you’re right,” Janus said. “We don’t know an awful lot about her, you know. And notice how she didn’t answer if she had been here before? I’m not the reporter, but when someone doesn’t answer a question, it usually means there is a story.”
“I know,” Quinn said.
“You dig her?” Janus asked.
Quinn just looked away.
“We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Janus laughed. “So you aren’t going to answer my questions now?”
“I don’t know how to answer it,” Quinn said. “Yeah, I ‘dig’ her.”
“Good,” Janus said. “God knows you’ve needed a girlfriend in the worst way.”
“Leave my personal life alone,” Quinn said.
“Why start now?” Janus asked. “Just be careful about trusting her too far. She’s holding back. That much is obvious.”
“I’ll be careful,” he said.
Janus grunted and they finished the rest of their lunch in near silence.
Kate stood outside on the curb, uncertain exactly what to do. The barrier between her and the door was little more than 10 feet of grass, but it felt like something infinitely more dangerous. As if the grass would swallow her whole if she stepped on it.
Finally, with what felt like a momentous effort, she stepped forward and crossed quickly to the door.
Maybe no one will be home, she thought, ignoring the fact that she would have to come back at some point. Or did she? She could just tell Quinn it hadn't worked out. Her source was no good.
You aren't doing this for him, she told herself. You know damn well why you’re doing this.
Kate rang the doorbell and waited an eternity before it finally opened.
An attractive-looking woman in her late 50s stood there.
“Can I help you?” she began, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh my God. Katrina? Is that really you?”
Kate nodded and the woman hugged her violently before escorting her through the front door.
“I can’t believe it,” the woman said, though Kate could hardly hear her.
She was too busy looking around. She had thought some of this might seem familiar to her, but either the house had changed or her memory was refusing to kick in.
“I can’t believe it,” she said again.
“Hi, Mrs. Redacker,” Kate said finally, still looking around the room. She felt no tingle of familiarity. Her brain's insistence that there must be something here, anything that she should remember only made the place feel more alien and this meeting more strange.
“Call me Sue,” the woman gently said. “Calling me that makes me feel so old.”
And then Kate spotted it. A large photo was on the back wall in the family room they had just walked into. It was an old picture of four adults and two little girls. She didn’t need to look hard to see one of them was herself.
“Well, my goodness,” Sue Redacker continued. “When did you get into town? Your father didn’t say anything about coming down here and Johnny just spoke to him…”
“My dad isn’t here,” she said, more abruptly then she meant it. “I came down here on my own.”
“Oh,” Sue said. “Of course. It’s so hard for me to think of you as all grown up, you know. Are you in town on business, or just touring Virginia? You should have told me. We would have been happy to have you stay here.”
“It’s okay, Mrs. Redacker,” Kate said. “I’m all right. I was offered a job here, at the Chronicle.”
“And you took it?” Sue said.
“Yeah,” Kate said, and smiled grimly. “I took it.”
There was silence in the room as Kate continued to look around. There were a few other photos-mostly of the Redacker’s daughter Julia-that looked familiar. But nothing else.
“I’m sorry, dear,” Sue continued. “It’s just your father never wanted to hear the word ‘Leesburg’ mentioned, so I’m surprised…”
“It’s all right,” Kate said and smiled. “Really. I know it’s weird.”
“Then why, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sue asked, and looked at Kate intently.
“I don’t know, to be honest,” Kate replied. “Maybe it was to see the place again. I'm not sure.”
“Well,” Sue said, and let out a breath. “I’m certainly glad you’re here. Will you stay for dinner? I don’t think Johnny will be much longer.”
“I can’t,” Kate said. “It’s my first week and I have a lot of stuff to do.”
“Well, come by later this week then,” Sue said. “I’m just so happy to see you. I talked to Julia last night and I know she would love to see you.”
“That would be great,” Kate said. “I hate to cut right to the chase, though, but I need your help.”
Kate hated herself a little. The Redackers were good people, but being here-standing with this woman-felt intensely painful. Now that she was through the door, she just wanted to leave.
Sue looked startled, but nodded her head.
“Anything, dear,” she said. “You know that.”
“My dad doesn’t know I’m here,” she said. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.”
“But…”
“Please.”
There was a long pause.
“I was your mother’s friend for most of her life and I respect your father a great deal,” Sue replied. “I don't think it’s a good idea to lie to him.”
“I’m not asking for that,” she said. “Just don’t bring me up.”
Slowly, Sue nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “For now. But that’s not what you came for, is it?”
“It’s not, no,” Kate replied. “I need Mr. Redacker’s help.”
Sue waited, but turned slightly away.
“With what?” she asked, and Kate could see she was looking at the photo of Kate’s mom on the far wall. “Did you know he was promoted just a few months ago?”
“There was a dead body found today,” Kate said suddenly. “Out past Leesburg.”
“Oh my God,” Sue said, inhaling.
“Or it might have been found earlier. I’m not sure.”
“How could Johnny help you with something like that?” Sue asked.
“We are working on a story about it,” Kate said.
“Well, he isn’t allowed to talk to the press, dear,” Sue said.
“This isn’t a normal murder, Mrs. Redacker.”
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“Then what is it?”
“We don’t know, exactly,” Kate said. “But we hear rumors. That there may be more than a single corpse.”
There was a long pause. Sue looked uncomfortable and Kate fought the urge to just leave the room. She hated doing this, having this conversation. It felt like she was watching herself from a million miles away. She was handling this poorly.
But she had to know.
“Well, I don’t know how he can help you with that.”
“Is it him?” Kate asked her.
“Who?” Sue replied, but she was walking into the kitchen.
Kate followed her.
“You know who I mean,” Kate said.
Sue stopped and slowly turned around.
“Trina,” she said, and Kate winced at the use of her mother's nickname for her. “They caught that man. You can’t just…”
“Does Mr. Redacker really think Holober was the guy?” Kate asked. “He’s told my father that, but does he really believe it?”
Sue didn’t answer.
“I didn’t think so,” Kate said. “And I don’t either. Which means he could still be out there.”
“He’s not,” Sue said.
“Maybe,” Kate said. “But I need to make sure. I need to know what else was found by that body. Notes, clues, anything. Do the police think it’s him?”
Sue walked back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know anything about this,” she said.
“But you can ask Mr. Redacker,” Kate said. “He would know.”
“It’s not that simple,” Sue said. “This is crazy. I’m sure it isn’t that man… they caught him.”
“They didn’t, Mrs. Redacker,” Kate said, and moved closer to her. “They didn’t. You know it, I know it, my father knows it. And I feel like I’ve just been waiting for him to show up again.”
“Trina, he’s not coming back. And you can’t expect Johnny to…”
“I know I don’t have a right,” Kate said. “But I think my mom does. Don’t you understand? He murdered her and he’s still free.”
“No,” Sue said adamantly. “They caught him.”
“What if they didn’t?” Kate asked.
“It’s not him,” Sue said.
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