Mortal Crimes: 7 Novels of Suspense (278 page)

In the aftermath of it all, Hutch didn't care what the vultures had to say. His only concern was Ronnie, who, for the second time in her life, had walked into a room to find that someone she loved had taken—as Ronnie herself put it—the express route to heaven.

Or maybe hell in this case.

Dysfunction Junction
.

When she and Andy first stepped into Lola's house, Ronnie had been nervous, their confrontation still weighing on her mind. She hadn't meant to hurt her mother. Lola had stumbled as Ronnie wrenched Christopher away from her and had hit her head on a low-hanging lamp. The last time Ronnie had seen her, she was sitting on the sofa holding her forehead with her hand.

So Ronnie had no idea what she was walking into. She had seen a light in the kitchen, and thinking Lola must be awake, had handed Christopher over to Andy. Then she took a deep breath and crossed through the living room, surprised her mother hadn't heard them come in.

As she called out, however, she got no response, hearing only an odd thrashing sound, as if someone were tossing and turning in bed.

"Mom?" she called again, but still got no answer.

She stopped when she stepped through the doorway. Found Lola hanging by a short rope from the light fixture, her face blue, her eyes bulging, her body still swinging.

Ronnie screamed, shot forward, grabbed a kitchen knife and cut her mother down, shouting for Andy to
keep Christopher out of there!

Keep him out!

But it was too late for Lola. She was beyond help. Had died right there on the floor. Died in her daughter's arms.

And the note they found on the kitchen table read:

You left me no choice

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

"I DON'T GET it," Monica said. "Why would Ronnie's mother do that to her? Why would she set her up like that?"

They were all sitting at their usual table at The Monkey House, Ronnie conspicuously absent, Hutch once again back to his root beer regimen, now two weeks sober after resetting the clock.

"She wanted Christopher all to herself," Matt said. He had brought along a friend—a desk clerk he'd met at the Dumont Hotel, who seemed very much enamored with him. "She had always blamed Ronnie for the death of her own son, and I guess she figured this was her way of getting him back and getting rid of the 'rotten' one at the same time."

Tom shook his head sadly. "In a way the cops weren't too far off. It turned out to be a custody case after all, and Jenny had the misfortune to get in the middle of it."

Matt nodded. "When Ronnie complained to her mom that Jenny's firm was representing her ex-husband, Mom must've seen it as an opportunity."

"Looney Lola indeed," Andy said.

"But what about Ronnie's ex?" Monica asked. "Was that Lola, too?"

Matt nodded again. "That seems pretty likely. The cops found search records on the computer in her bedroom related to murder for hire, so they're thinking she must have arranged a hit. And if Ronnie was convicted, Lola would be free and clear to take custody of the kid. They'll know more when they find a shooter."

"If they ever do," Hutch said.

Nadine, who had decided to join them at their invitation despite her lingering feelings of guilt and humiliation, studied her rum and Coke morosely. "I don't know about you guys, but I've certainly learned a lesson from all of this."

"And what's that?" Hutch asked.

"Never ever ever jump to conclusions."

"Amen," he said.

A-fucking-men.

________

HUTCH PUT RONNIE and Christopher on a plane to Italy that night.

After spending the last two weeks at Hutch's apartment, fending off calls from the media, Ronnie had decided she needed to get away for a while, just her and Christopher. Fortunately, they both had passports they'd gotten for a trip to Canada a few years back.

Hutch had agreed to send them to a small villa he'd rented, with a promise to join them whenever Ronnie was ready.

She had faced the revelations about Lola with courage, but it couldn't have been easy to discover how much her own mother had despised her. This was, after all, the woman she had continued to love despite being blamed for everything wrong in their lives.

Hutch admired her more than ever for that courage.
Loved
her more than ever—he wasn't afraid to admit that now. He had fallen and fallen hard. And he only hoped that she still felt the same about him.

He supposed only time would tell.

For several days after the discovery of the photos, Abernathy and Meyer had made noise about charging Ronnie with Failure to Appear. She
had
tried to run, after all, and they felt it would be a miscarriage of justice not to arrest her for it.

They had a sudden change of heart when public and press sentiment against Ronnie did an abrupt one-eighty, painting her as the innocent victim of a crazy woman and an overzealous prosecutor. A martyr who had suffered more than enough these last several months.

So the charge was never made and Ronnie left the country unencumbered.

Hutch never heard from Nathaniel Keating again, although he did sometimes feel a slight ache in his side where the Filipina towel girl had punched him. This was nothing compared to the six stitches in back of his skull, however. The wound seemed to be taking forever to heal and often brought on pounding headaches.

As promised, he never heard from Gus again, either. He had given the police a full description of the old guy, but he doubted it would do them any good. Gus—or whoever he was—didn't strike Hutch as the type to be careless. He would lay low for a while, then find a new state, a new city, a new protégé to help him ply his trade.

As for Frederick Langer, when the police arrived at the abandoned apartment building, he was nowhere to be found. It was assumed that he had survived Hutch's punishment and fled, until two days later, when his gutted body was discovered in a warehouse dumpster not six blocks away.

Gus's handiwork, no doubt. Tying up the loose ends. The police were now coordinating with law enforcement in several other states, using Langer's DNA to see if it was a match for any of the murders Matt had discovered through his research.

Whenever Hutch thought of Lola Baldacci hanging herself, he couldn't help wondering about the sheer convenience of the act. He'd seen those proud, judgmental eyes of hers too many times to believe that she was the type to take her own life. And he suspected that this was Gus's handiwork as well. An execution, perfectly timed for maximum impact.

Maybe the old guy had done everyone a favor.

The world certainly wouldn't mourn Looney Lola.

________

AFTER RONNIE AND Christopher were gone, Hutch spent his time wandering around his apartment, walking the city streets when he felt restless, riding the train, toying with the novel he knew he'd never finish. He even tried to rid himself of his smoking habit, an ongoing struggle he wrestled with every day.

He sometimes thought about heading back to L.A. to start looking for work, but in the end, he simply stayed put. And to his surprise, when he took those walks, he often found himself standing in front of the criminal courthouse, debating whether or not he should go inside.

It might be fun to watch another trial.

One that wasn't so personal this time.

And maybe if he listened carefully to the evidence and didn't jump to any conclusions, as Nadine had warned…

He might actually get this one right.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

There are several people who helped me with this book:

Author Brett Battles, who listened to the idea for a series and told me it was a great one.

Author Cindy Gerard, who read the manuscript and offered invaluable insight into the story and characters, serving as cheerleader along the way.

Author Debra Webb, who found a few inconsistencies that needed to be cleared up.

Author and attorney J.D. Rhoades, who didn't wince too much when I told him about some of the legal maneuvers I had planned for the story.

Kent Holloway, writer and forensics specialist and Facebook friend who answered my urgent questions about knife and scissor wounds.

Christine Ruriani Aisenberg and Lisa Riley Emig, who patiently responded to my questions about Catholic funerals.

Actor/director Terry Kinney, who generously agreed to answer questions about the acting profession (and gave me a wonderful line about
getting lost in a character's energy
and
the choices making themselves
).

My agent and friend, Scott Miller, who spends a large part of his day dealing with crazy writers like me.

And, as always, to my wife Leila, who puts up with a lot but never stops believing. I promise the next one will be written much faster, hon.

Thank you all.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

An Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences' Nicholl award-winning, ITW Thriller Award nominated novelist, Robert Gregory Browne believes his mission as a writer is to grab hold of you and keep you captive on the page until he's ready to let you go.

In addition to writing several thrillers—including his new book, TAKEDOWN (with Brett Battles), TRIAL JUNKIES and KISS HER GOODBYE—Rob composes music, plays guitar and keyboards and has even been known to sing now and then.

And you thought his BOOKS were scary.

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Table of Contents

THE DEVIL'S HOUR - J Carson Black

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX