Murder List

by Julie Garwood

“Yes, baseball,” she said. “It was a charity game. Why is that funny?”

  He didn’t answer. “You wrenched it last year, and you only just now had the surgery?”

  “I was procrastinating, but then I hurt it again …” She suddenly stopped and then blurted, “What an idiot.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “No, not you,” she said. “Me. I’m the idiot.” In her hurry to explain, her words tripped over one another. “I know who has my phone. At least, I think I know, and I can’t believe it took me so long to remember. You see, I dropped my purse, and that’s when I lost it. I’m sorry. I’m not usually so rattled. There was this man. He chased me to my car, and he—”

  That statement gained his full attention. He put his hand up. “Whoa,” he said. “Slow down and start at the beginning.”

  “Yes, okay,” she said. “It was a week ago Friday night. That’s the last time I used my cell phone. I’m sure of it.”

  He pulled out his ragged notepad again and began to search his pockets for his pen. “And where were you?”

  “At the reception.”

  “You sound like I’m supposed to know about a reception.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought I had told you about that when I was explaining the connection between Sweeney and Shields.”

  He didn’t look happy with her. “Why don’t you tell me about it now?”

  She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about the man in the parking lot, but then, in her defense, she had been bombarded first by the e-mail and then Detective Buchanan, the technician, and Detective Connelly. And all in the past hour.

  She explained as quickly as possible all about the reception she and her friends had attended at Liam House. “Sophie had signed us up for Shields’s weekend seminar, and I know I told you that Shields runs two seminars a year in Chicago.”

  “What were you hoping to accomplish?”

  “It was apparent to all of us that Detective Sweeney wasn’t going to do anything about Shields, and so we decided …”

  “Yes?”

  She shrugged. “To do his job for him.”

  His frown indicated he didn’t like hearing that. “And how were you going to do his job?”

  “We decided we would investigate Shields and hopefully we would get enough evidence to give to the prosecutor. Sophie was doing the investigative work, and Cordie and I went along to be supportive. Actually, we were going to try to find a way to break into his computer so we could get the names of the other women who’d attended past seminars. We thought we could match his deposits with—”

  He stopped writing. “You do know that isn’t legal, right?”

  “Of course, I know that,” she said. “We didn’t break into his computer. We just wanted to. That was the plan anyway.”

  The woman was honest to a fault. “It sounds like a half-baked plan.”

  She agreed. “Yes, well, Sophie did come up with it, and she does tend to rush in without thinking things through. She believes things will work out, and the fact is, they usually do.”

  Regan folded her arms and began to pace in front of the windows while she thought about that awful night. “I remember I had my cell phone with me. We were late,” she said. “But then whenever Cordie and I go anywhere with Sophie, we’re always late. Anyway, the reception was in full swing by the time we arrived, and Shields was there speaking to the group. He’s such a fraud and very full of himself. I wasn’t impressed, but judging from the reactions of the people around me, they were dazzled by him. There was this exercise he had us do that was absolutely insane.”

  “What about your cell phone?” he said, trying to keep her on track.

  “I should have remembered to turn it off, because it rang right in the middle of Shields’s talk. I hurried out to the hallway to answer it before one of his bodyguards tried to take it away from me.”

  “Bodyguards?”

  “Two of them. He calls them his assistants, but they’re his bodyguards. Real musclemen.”

  “Okay,” he said. “So you think you left your phone in the conference center?”

  “No,” she said. “I’m sure I put it back in my purse. I think it dropped out when I fell.”

  Alec was trying to remain patient. “And when did that happen?”

  “When I went to get the car,” she said. “It was raining, and so I told Cordie to find Sophie and wait by the front door and I would drive up to get them. I was running along the path to my car, and I thought I heard someone calling my name. The wind was up, though, and it was raining hard, so I wasn’t sure. I turned to look behind me, and there was this man …” It all seemed such a long time ago. “Everything happened so fast. When I turned, I wrenched my knee.”

  “And you’re just now mentioning this?” He was irritated and making sure she knew it.

  “I just didn’t think … I didn’t connect. I was lucky I got away from him.”

  “He chased you?”

  “Yes. You don’t think …”

  “Think what?” he asked when she hesitated.

  “Maybe Shields hired him. Maybe he was waiting outside the conference center because he knew I was inside, and maybe he was there to scare me, which he certainly did.”

  “You’re really hooked on your idea that Shields is behind it all, aren’t you?”

  “It makes sense, doesn’t it?”

  “I’m not going to guess yet because I don’t have enough information to form an opinion, but when I do, I’ll let you know. Now, I want to know exactly what happened from the minute you stepped outside Liam House.”

  “I just did tell you everything that happened.”

  “Tell me again.”

  She went through it again just as he’d instructed. “When I fell, everything spilled out of my purse, but at the time, I thought I’d shoved it all back in. I must have left the phone on the ground. I was desperate to get into my car and lock the doors,” she said. “He was holding up something and yelling at me to stop, but I didn’t. There was something all wrong about him.”

  “Like what?”

  “His face,” she said. She rubbed her arms to ward off a sudden chill. “It gives me the shivers to think about it. I called the police,” she added. “And I went to the police station nearby to make a report.”

  “That was good. Now tell me. What about his face?”

  “Rage,” she said. “I’ve never seen rage like that in anyone’s eyes. And then the oddest thing happened.”

  “Yes?”

  “It might be my imagination. I was in pain because of my knee and soaked from the rain, but when I was inside the car, I looked, and he was standing under the streetlight, still staring at me. I was crying,” she admitted. “And I think he could see me crying. His expression changed.”

  He cocked his head. “Changed to what?”

  “Sympathy,” she said. “I think he felt sorry for me.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  THE TIMING COULDN’T HAVE BEEN BETTER. ALEC WAS ON HIS WAY back to the station for round two with Lieutenant Lewis when the call came in on his cell phone. Ward Dayborough, the FBI agent who had been relentlessly recruiting him, was on the line welcoming him into the Bureau.

  Ward was all but gloating. “I knew I’d get you,” he boasted. “Tenacity,” he said then, drawing the word out in his deep southern accent. “I have a butt-load of tenacity. How many years did it take me to get you interested?”

  The question obviously didn’t require an answer because Ward, still high on his conquest, continued on. “Training’s going to be tough, but I’m not worried about you. You’ll do just fine. Your scores on that test were phenomenal. You’ve got seventeen weeks ahead of you at the academy,” he added. “No matter how much law enforcement experience you’ve had, you’ve still got to do the full seventeen weeks.”

  “Are you trying to get me to change my mind?”

  “No, no, of course not.”

  “When do you want me to start?”

  “New
sessions start every two weeks, but I went ahead and slotted you to start two months from now. That’s eight weeks from today. I figured you would need time to pack up everything and tie up loose ends there in Chicago and get a little time off.”

  “Yes, that’s good,” Alec said. “Eight weeks will give me time to get organized.”

  Like that’s ever gonna happen, he thought to himself as he hung up. Though he was extremely organized in his professional life, he was extremely disorganized at home. He was considered the slob of the family. When he was a boy, his room always looked like a cyclone had hit. He’d gotten better about all that, though. He’d hired a cleaning crew to blitz his apartment every other week. One of the women even did his grocery shopping and made sure his refrigerator was stocked with all his favorite foods. She was an expensive luxury, but one he’d hate to do without.

  She couldn’t go with him to the academy, however, and for those seventeen weeks, he was going to have to shape up. That seemed tougher to him than any obstacle course.

  Alec felt good about his decision. He knew he was going to miss Chicago, and he had absolutely no guarantee that when he graduated from the academy, he’d be assigned to the Boston office. Ward had told him it was as good as guaranteed, but Alec wasn’t banking on it.

  He decided to stop by Human Resources and give his notice before seeing Lewis. The woman behind the desk was a real sweetheart who had been with the department for close to twenty years. She wore such thick bifocals her eyes looked milky and twice their size.

  She smiled and shook her head the minute she spotted him. “Oh, no.”

  “Oh, no, what?”

  “You can’t put in for a transfer. I mean, you could, but it’s not going to go anywhere. Lewis has made it abundantly clear that he needs you in his department.” Her voice softened as she added, “Which means he wants you under his thumb. I’m sorry, Alec. I think just about everyone knows what a worm he is, but he’s got seniority and his wife has connections, if you get my drift. We’re not going to be able to get rid of him unless he really screws up.”

  “I understand. You are going to get rid of me, though. I’m giving my notice today. What papers do I need to fill out?”

  She became teary-eyed. “I hate to see you go. You’re one of the good ones.” She pulled a tissue out of the box she kept on her desk and dabbed her eyes. “It’s like the old song Billy Joel sings. You know, only the good die young.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Hell with that. I’m not planning to die young.”

  “But you’re leaving.” She sniffed as she opened a file drawer and pulled out the necessary papers.

  Resigning turned out to be more complicated than Alec had anticipated. There were all sorts of forms to fill out and a long conference with the commander, who was determined to talk him into staying. What Alec had naively estimated would only take a couple of minutes dragged on for over an hour.

  By the time he got back to the office, Lewis had worked himself into a fury. He was on the phone, but the second he spotted Alec making his way across the room, he jumped up and angrily motioned for him to come in.

  Alec was halfway there when his cell phone rang. He knew it couldn’t be Lewis’s assistant calling him yet again because he’d just passed the man on the steps.

  Gil was calling. The second he heard Alec’s voice he exclaimed, “Say it isn’t so.”

  Alec was impressed. “How did you find out so soon?”

  “You know me. I’ve got my sources. It’s true then? You’re really leaving the department?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m about to go in and tell Lewis. I’ll call you later.”

  He ended the call and walked into Lewis’s office. The lieutenant tenant had a white-knuckle grip on the receiver. Alec shoved his hands in his pants pockets and patiently waited until he ended the conversation.

  “Yes, sir,” Lewis said, his voice a tight whisper.

  The call finally ended. As Lewis slammed the phone down, Alec casually asked, “You wanted to see me?”

  “You know damn well I want to see you,” Lewis shouted. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour. My reasons have changed, however.”

  He stood there glaring at Alec for what seemed like a full minute. Alec wasn’t fazed. He simply stared back.

  “You resigned.”

  “Yes.”

  The vein running down Lewis’s forehead began to pulsate.

  “And you didn’t think you owed it to me to give me your notice first? I had to find out about it over the phone from my superior?”

  By the time he finished his question he was bellowing. The vein in his forehead was going wild. Alec couldn’t stop staring at it. If Lewis had a heart attack and suddenly stopped breathing, would Alec give him CPR? Hmm … definitely a tight call, Alec thought.

  He continued to contemplate the philosophical dilemma while Lewis ranted and raved.

  “Do you know what that made me look like? Emmett is furious with me,” he said, referring to the area commander.

  Alec shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you,” he drawled. He’d be damned before he’d apologize for making the jerk look bad.

  Three more weeks with Lewis calling the shots suddenly seemed like an eternity, and Alec wondered if he could make it. He could barely stomach looking at the man. Lewis looked and acted like a freak. Vain to a fault, he always had a deep tan, no doubt from the tanning bed it was rumored he slept in at night. His exceedingly bright white capped teeth made his scowl all the more garish.

  “I gave three week’s notice,” Alec said. “But if you’d like me to leave now, that’d be fine with me.”

  “You’ve put me in a hell of a spot.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Emmett told me I had to talk you into staying. He seems to think you’re an asset. Needless to say, I don’t share that opinion.”

  Alec shook his head. “My mind’s made up.”

  Lewis slapped his palms down on his desk and leaned forward. “You know what your problem is, Buchanan? You’re not a team player.”

  If the goal of the team was to make Lewis look good, then no, Alec decided, he wasn’t a team player.

  “Do you want me to stay for three more weeks, or do you want me to leave now? It doesn’t matter to me.”

  “You stay,” Lewis snapped. He sat down heavily behind his desk and began to push folders around, obviously trying to give the impression he was a busy man. He opened one and closed it. Reaching for another, he said, “You can clean out your files. Give whatever you’ve got pending to me, and I’ll distribute them to my loyal detectives.”

  Alec wanted to ask who those men might be, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to antagonize Lewis, who could and would make his life miserable.

  Without looking up, the lieutenant said, “For the next three weeks, you sit at your desk. You can do the phone work for Wincott.”

  “Phone work for Wincott? What exactly does that mean?”

  “It means you can answer the damn phone, and if Wincott needs any help, you’ll help,” he said. “From your desk.”

  The urge to punch him was getting stronger. Alec was leaving when Lewis asked, “Do you have another job lined up?”

  “Yes.”

  “In Chicago?”

  “No.”

  He didn’t offer any more information, and Lewis didn’t press. Alec went to his desk and began to sort through his files. John Wincott came rushing across the room. He and Alec went way back. They had gone through the police academy together and had become good friends, but they hadn’t worked together until recently. Wincott used to be able to drink him under the table. Alec thought maybe he still could.

  “Man, do you look bad.”

  Alec wasn’t exaggerating. Wincott looked as if he hadn’t had any sleep in a decade. There were fat bags under his eyes and deep creases running down the length of his cheeks. He was only a couple of years older than Alec, but at the moment he looked ancient.

  Wincott
ignored the comment about his appearance.

  “Did you get my message about the e-mail Regan Madison received?” Alec asked.

  “Yes,” Wincott answered. “And I’ll be happy to talk about it in a minute. First, I want to ask you something. Is it true? You’re leaving the department?”

  Alec nodded. “Yes.” His chair squeaked when he leaned back. “I was going to call you and tell you, but I guess Gil beat me to it.”

  Wincott sat on the edge of Alec’s desk. He glanced beyond Alec’s shoulder to the lieutenant’s office. “I can’t blame you. I’d get out if I could.”

  “I was ready for a change.” That response was becoming the pat answer. Alec decided he’d stick with it and wondered how many times he’d say it in the next twenty-one days.

  “A change, huh? A change where?”

  “I’m hoping Boston. I’m kind of homesick.”

  Wincott lowered his voice and leaned toward Alec. “There’s a nasty rumor going around that you’re heading to the FBI.”

  Alec smiled but didn’t confirm or deny it.

  Wincott went on, “You have to come over for dinner before you leave Chicago. It’s gonna upset Suzie when she hears. My wife’s had the hots for you for years.”

  “Is she still screaming my name when you’re having sex?”

  Wincott laughed. “How the hell would I know? I can’t remember the last time I had any. There’s always at least one kid in bed between us, and now with the baby getting up every couple of hours, the only thing I want to have is sleep.”

  “Spoken like a true married man,” Alec said.

  Wincott grimaced. “Back to Sweeney,” he said. “We’re discovering that a lot of people wanted him dead, so I won’t be running out of suspects. We’ve been going through his stuff. No one can find his wallet. Hey, guess what? Sweeney kept a diary.”

  Alec raised an eyebrow. “That’s a girly thing to do. I didn’t think Sweeney was the dear-diary type.”

  Wincott laughed. When he smiled, he looked ten years younger. “It wasn’t that kind of a diary,” he said. “The idiot kept notes on all the people he was going to blackmail. I’m not speculating about that. He wrote it all down. Guess who was in the notebook with the drug dealers and the pimps?”