GEORGIA STATE UNIVERSITY "Good morning, Joe. Could I talk to you a minute?"
Joe stiffened as he recognized the tall man straightening away from a wall of the Science Building. "I’m not answering any questions, Mark."
Mark Grunard smiled engagingly. "I said talk, not question. Though if you really feel you need to open up and—
"What are you doing here?"
"It wasn’t difficult to figure out that you’d come here to pick up the skull. I’m only glad my fellow journalists are too busy trying to track down Eve Duncan. Now I have you all to myself."
Joe silently cursed the Atlanta PD for releasing the whereabouts of the skeleton. "The hell you do. No story, Mark."
"Do you mind if I walk you down the hall to Dr. Comden’s office? I’ll take off the minute we reach the lab. I have a proposition for you."
"What are you up to, Mark?"
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him. Mark Grunard had always impressed him as being both honest and smart. "I’ll listen."
"You came for the kid?" Dr. Phil Comden rose to his feet and shook Joe’s hand.
“Sorry I didn’t have much on my report." He moved toward the door at the end of the corridor.
"I read that Eve Duncan is doing the reconstruction."
"Yes."
"You know facial reconstruction won’t stand up in a court of law. You should wait for the DNA."
"It’s going to take too long."
"I guess so." He led Joe into the lab toward a bank of drawers similar to ones used in morgues.
"You just want the skull?"
"Yes, you can return the rest of the skeleton to the Pathology Department.”
“She thinks this is her kid?"
"She thinks there’s a possibility."
"Bummer." He reached for the drawer handle and pulled it open. "You know when you’re working on one of these kids you can’t help but think about how they— shit!"
Joe pushed him aside and looked down into the drawer.
Eve answered the phone on the first ring.
"It’s gone," Joe said harshly.
"What?"
"The skeleton’s gone."
She went rigid with shock. "How could that be?"
"How the hell do I know? Dr. Comden says the skeleton was in the drawer last night when he left the lab. It wasn’t there at noon today."
She tried to think. "Could the Pathology Department have picked it up?”
“Dr. Comden would have had to sign the release."
"Maybe there was some foul-up and they picked it up without getting—”
“I called Basil. No one was authorized to pick up the skeleton." She was dazed. "Someone has to—"
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"I’m trying to find out where the snafu is. I just didn’t want you to wait around for me to bring it to you. I’ll call you when I know something."
"She’s… lost again?"
"I’ll find her." He paused. "It could be a macabre joke. You know how college kids can be."
"You think one of the students stole the skeleton?”
“That’s what Dr. Comden’s guessing." She closed her eyes. "Oh, my God."
"We’ll get it back, Eve. I’m questioning everyone who was near the lab last night and today."
"Okay," she said numbly.
"I’ll call you when I know something," he repeated, then hung up. Eve put down the receiver.
She mustn’t get upset. Joe would find the skeleton. Dr.
Comden was probably right. It must be some kid who thought it hilarious to pull such a prank and—
The phone rang. Joe again? "Hello."
"She was a pretty little girl, wasn’t she?”
“What?"
"You must have been very proud of your Bonnie." She froze. "Who is this?"
“I had trouble remembering her. There have been so many. But I should have remembered her all along. She was special. She fought for her life. Do you know that children very seldom struggle? They just accept. That’s why I seldom choose them anymore. It’s like killing a bird."
"Who is this?"
"They flutter and then go quiet. Bonnie wasn’t like that.”
“You lying son of a bitch," she said hoarsely. "What kind of sicko are you?”
“Not the usual kind, I assure you. Not like Fraser. Though I do have an ego, I never take credit for someone else’s kills."
She felt as if she’d been punched in the stomach. "Fraser did kill my daughter.”
“Did he? Then why didn’t he tell you where her body was? Where all the bodies were?"
"Because he was cruel.”
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“Because he didn’t know."
"He knew. He just wanted to make us suffer."
"That’s true. But he also wanted to increase his notoriety by confessing to kills he had no business claiming. At first I was irritated, and then amused. I even spoke to him in jail. I’d left a message saying I was a newspaper reporter and he wasn’t going to let that chance go by. When he called me back, I gave him a few more details to feed the police."
"He was caught in the act of killing Teddy Simes."
"I didn’t say he was totally blameless. Actually, he had legitimate claim to the Simes boy and four others. But the others were mine." He paused. "Including little Bonnie Duncan."
She was shaking so badly, she could scarcely hold the receiver. She had to control herself. It was a crank call. Some pervert who wanted to hurt her. She’d gotten a few similar calls during Fraser’s trial. But this man sounded so calm, so sure, almost indifferent. Make him talk. Make him prove he was lying. "You said you don’t like to kill children."
"I was experimenting at that point. I was trying to see if they were worthwhile pursuing on a regular basis. Bonnie almost convinced me of it, but the next two were a terrible disappointment."
"Why—are you—calling me?"
"Because we have a bond, don’t we? We have Bonnie.”
“You lying bastard."
"Or, rather, I have Bonnie. I’m looking at her right now. She was much prettier when I put her in the ground. It’s sad that we all end up as a collection of bones.”
“You’re… looking at her?"
"I remember her walking toward me across the park at the school picnic. She was eating a strawberry ice cream cone and her red hair was shining in the sunlight. There was so much life in her. I couldn’t resist."
Darkness. Don’t faint.
"You have that same spark. I can tell. Only you’re so much stronger.”
“I’m going to hang up now."
"Yes, you sound a bit under the weather. Shock can do that. But I’m sure you’ll recover soon. I’ll be in touch."
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"Damn you. Why?"
He was silent for a moment. "Because it’s necessary, Eve. After this little chat, I’m even more convinced than I was before. I need you. I can feel your emotion like a tidal wave. It’s…
exhilarating."
"I won’t answer the phone."
“Yes, you will. Because there’s always a chance you might get her back.”
“You’re lying. If you killed those other children, why did you bury only Bonnie with all those adults?"
"I’m sure I must have buried more than they found. I vaguely recall at least two other children.
Let’s see… two boys. Older than Bonnie. Ten or twelve."
"Only one child’s skeleton was found."
"Then they missed the others. Tell them to try in the gorge itself. The mud slide must have washed them over."
The line went dead.
Eve slid down the wall to the floor. Cold. Ice cold. Oh, God. Oh, God.
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sp; She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit there in horror.
Joe. She could call Joe.
She dialed his digital number with a shaking hand. "Come back," she said when he answered.
"Come back.”
“Eve?"
"Come—back, Joe.”
“What the hell’s wrong?"
There was something else she should tell him. "Talladega. Tell them—to look in the gorge—
itself. Two—little boys." She hung up and leaned against the wall. Don’t think about it. Wrap the numbness around you until Joe gets here.
Don’t faint. Don’t let out the scream building inside you. Just wait until Joe comes.
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“No."
"Then why the hell did you scare me to death?" he said roughly. He carried her to the couch. "I nearly had a heart attack. Christ, you’re cold."
"Shock. He said—I was in shock."
He was rubbing her left hand, warming it. "Who said you were in shock?”
“Phone call. I thought it was a crank. Like one of those calls I got after Bonnie—"
She had to stop for a minute. "But it wasn’t a crank. Did you call Talladega?"
"Yes." He took her other hand and began massaging it. "Talk to me.”
“He said he had Bonnie’s bones." The numbness was wearing off and she was beginning to shake. "He said she wasn’t as pretty as when he—”
“Take it easy." Joe grabbed the throw from a chair and tucked it around her. He crossed to the kitchenette and began making instant coffee. "Just take deep breaths. Okay?"
"Okay." She closed her eyes. Breathe deep. Ride out the pain. Ride out the horror. In. Out. Let it go or it will rip you open.
"Open your eyes." Joe was sitting on the couch beside her. "Drink this." Coffee. Hot. Too sweet.
He watched her drink half the cup. "Better?" She nodded jerkily.
"Now talk to me. Slowly. Don’t force it. If you have to stop, do it." She had to stop three times before she finished. When she finally fell silent, he just sat there for a moment. "Is that all?
Have you told me everything?"
"Isn’t that enough?" she asked unevenly.
“Hell, yes." He nodded at the cup. "Drink the rest.”
“It’s cold."
"I’ll get you another." He got up and strode back to the kitchenette. "He killed Bonnie, Joe."
"It could have been a crank call." She shook her head. "He killed her."
"You’re not yourself. Give yourself some time to think it over.”
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“That detail has never been released to the press," Joe murmured. "Fraser knew it. He told the police that Bonnie had been eating a strawberry ice cream cone."
"He also described what she was wearing.”
“He could have found out that by reading the papers.”
“He knew about the birthmark on her back."
Eve rubbed her aching temples. Joe was right. That was why they had been so sure that Fraser had killed her. Why had she been so sure? "He said he tricked Fraser into calling him back by saying he was a newspaper reporter and then fed him details. Is that possible?"
Joe thought about it. "It’s possible. Fraser was giving interviews to anyone who would listen. It drove his defense attorney crazy. And no one would have known the substance of their conversation since Georgia has a law against taping without permission. Why would they have even tried to tape it? Fraser had already confessed to the murders. It was going to be an open-and-shut case."
"None of the bodies he’d said he’d buried had been found.”
“That wasn’t as important to them as it was to you."
God, she knew that. It had been like beating her head against a wall to get them to keep on searching after the confession. "It should have been."
Joe nodded. "But they had enough to send Fraser to the electric chair. Open and shut."
"And the ice cream…"
"A lot of time has passed. The vendor might have told any number of people.”
“The police told him not to discuss it."
Joe shrugged. "For some people the case was closed when Fraser was executed.”
“Okay, the vendor could have told someone. But what if he didn’t? What if Fraser didn’t kill her?"
"Eve…"
"What if that bastard who called me killed her? He stole her from the lab. Why would he do that, unless he—
"Shh." Joe brought her the fresh cup of coffee and sat down beside her again. "I don’t know the answer to any of those questions. I’m just playing devil’s advocate so we can strike a sane balance."
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"Why should we be sane? That son of a bitch who killed her can’t be sane. You should have heard him. He loved hurting me. He kept hammering away at me until he drew blood."
"Okay, let’s talk about him. What about his voice? Young? Old?”
“I couldn’t tell. He sounded like he was talking from the bottom of a well.”
“Mechanical distorter," Joe said. "What about phrasing? Accent. Vocabulary?
Slang?"
She tried to remember. It was difficult to separate the manner from the words that had caused her so much pain. "No accent. He seemed… well spoken. I think he’s educated." She shook her head wearily. "I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to analyze anything from the moment he mentioned Bonnie. I’ll try to do better next time."
"If there is a next time."
"There will be a next time. He was exhilarated. He said so. Why would he call me once and just leave it at that?" She started to take a sip of coffee, then stopped. "You have an unlisted number here. How did he get it?"
Joe shook his head. "I’m more concerned that he found you.”
“Guesswork?"
"Possibly." He paused. "We have to consider that he still may be some kid at the university playing a nasty joke on you."
She shook her head.
"Okay, then there’s the possibility that he was the murderer of those people at Talladega. But he didn’t kill Bonnie and wants to take credit for it as he accused Fraser of doing."
"He knew about the ice cream."
"Or he’s one of those people who confess to every murder and had nothing to do with any of them."
"We’ll know soon enough about that one," Eve whispered. "If they find those boys at Talladega."
"They’re searching now. I called Robert Spiro the minute I hung up from you.”
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man."
"You know him?"
"He was at the Bureau when I was there. He moved to the Profiling Unit a year after I resigned.
He’ll call me if they find anything."
"No." She set down her cup and tossed the throw aside. "I need to go to Talladega."
"You need to rest."
"Bullshit. If they missed those bodies before, I’m not going to let them make the mistake again." She stood up. Jesus, her legs felt weak. They’d get better. Walk. "Can I take the Jeep?"
"If you take me with it." Joe put on his jacket. "And if you wait until I make enough coffee to fill a thermos. It’s cold outside. This isn’t Tahiti."
"And you’re afraid I’m still in shock."
He headed for the kitchenette. "No, you’re almost back to normal." She didn’t feel normal. She was still shaking inside and fel
t as if her every nerve was exposed and raw. Joe probably knew it and was tactfully ignoring it. She had to ignore it too. Just do one thing at a time. First, find out if that bastard had told her lies about Talladega. If he had lied about Talladega, then he could have lied about Bonnie.
But what if he was telling the truth?
They reached Talladega Falls after midnight, but the searchlights and lanterns dotting the surrounding cliffs made it seem like day.
"Want to wait here?" Joe asked as he got out of the Jeep. She was staring up at a cliff. "Is that where they found them?”
“The first skeleton was discovered on the next ridge, the rest up there. The child was found nearest the gorge." He didn’t look at her. "It’s just a hole in the ground.
There’s nothing there now."
But a little girl had been buried at that spot all these years. A little girl who might be Bonnie. "I have to see it."
"I thought you would."
"Then why did you ask if I wanted to wait here?" She got out of the car and started walking.
"My protective instinct." He turned on his flashlight and followed her. "I should know better."
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"Yes." There had been a frost earlier in the evening, and the earth crunched beneath her feet.
Was she walking in the footsteps of the murderer as he carried his victims to their graves?
She could hear the roar of the falls. Then, as she reached the top, she saw it pouring in a long, silver stream across the gorge. Brace yourself. Don’t turn your head. Not yet.
"To your left," Joe said quietly.
She drew a deep breath and tore her gaze from the falls. She saw yellow tape and then… the grave.
Small. So small.
"Okay?" Joe was holding her elbow. No, she wasn’t okay. "She was buried here?"
"We think so. This is where she was found, and we’re pretty certain the mud slide just uncovered her."
"She was here all along. All this time…”
“It may not be Bonnie."
"I know that," she said dully. "Stop reminding me, Joe.”
“I have to remind you. You have to remind yourself." The pain was too strong. Block it out. "It’s beautiful here."
"Very beautiful. The sheriff says the Indians called the falls the ‘place of tumbling moonlight’."
"He didn’t bury them in this place because it’s beautiful," she said shakily. "He wanted to hide them where they’d never be found and brought home to the people who loved them."
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