R. E. Bradshaw - Rainey Nights (25 page)

Rainey quickly punched Brooks’ number into her cell phone.

“CITU, how can I be of service?” Brooks sounded extremely professional.

“Oh, you must have done something really bad to be answering the phone like that.”

“Rainey Bell, is that you?” Brooks asked enthusiastically, and then just as quickly changed her tone. “I am not happy with you. Can’t even call or email an old friend. Just take off with not so much as a goodbye or kiss my ass.”

“Last I checked those particular lines of communication work both ways, and don’t tell me you don’t have my number or my email address. You probably have a satellite image of my house. How far is it from my front door to my office?” Rainey asked, teasing.

“Thirty yards. By the way, I love the Mountain Dew hillbilly sign, but don’t try to distract me…”

Rainey cut her off. “See, I could feel you watching me. I knew it. And under what official guise did you gain access to that image, oh great one?”

Brooks laughed. “Okay, you got me. I had to see where you were. How are you? Is life good there in the countryside?”

“You should come and see for yourself.”

“Honey, you know my black ass ain’t going no further south than it already is. You feel me?”

“That is such a crock of shit and you know it. You can’t tear yourself away from that computer room. You’re afraid it will die without you.”

“Girl, you know I can’t leave my babies here alone, they need me.”

Rainey could just see Brooks looking around her room filled with monitors and whirring fans. “All right then, put your babies to work for me.”

“McNally filled me in on this copycat down there. I saw your temporary reinstatement paperwork go through yesterday. I assume you are working the case?”

“Yes, and I found something I need you to look into. Can you pull up the documents Danny sent you, the ones from Dalton Chamber’s cell?”

Brooks responded, “I’m running the documents through a word recognition program. So far no hits on anything remotely connected to you or the Raleigh-Durham area.”

“Look at the church bulletin from the House of Holy Redemption, in San Diego.”

Rainey heard fingernails rapidly tapping on a keyboard. Brooks followed quickly with, “I got it up on my screen. What am I looking for?”

“Find out everything you can about the church. I see it has a return P.O. Box instead of a physical address. It’s probably bogus.”

“I’ll dig around. Should I call you or McNally with what I find?”

“Call Danny. He’s the lead on this.” Rainey paused and then added, “Thanks, Brooks. When this is over, we’ll have a nice long chat.”

“Rainey Bell, I know this Chambers guy promised to have you killed. As of now, I’ll have a program running twenty-four hours a day. If someone so much as breathes a word about you in the future, you will know it. We should have done this years ago. I should have thought of this.”

“I have a degree in computer forensics. I should have thought of it myself,” Rainey answered, disappointed that she hadn’t had the forethought to write a simple search program. She continued, “When this is over, I’m going to do a lot of things differently. I am thankful that you are one of the people that will be watching my back… I love you, Melatiah Brooks.”

“I love you, too, Rainey Blue Bell. You be safe.”

“Always.”

Next, Rainey called Katie’s cell phone. She got no answer. She left a message, and then dialed the Meyers’ home phone. Katie’s mother answered.

“Hello, Mrs. Meyers, this is Rainey. May I speak with Katie?”

Rainey felt like a teenage boy calling his girlfriend’s house late at night. It was early afternoon, but still, she would not have been surprised if Melanie Meyers hung up on her. Of the women in Meyers family, Katie was most like her mother. She was the source of Katie’s good looks and her temperament. Joyously happy to be alive every day, but fiercely protective of her family, Melanie was as much a force to be reckoned with as her youngest daughter.

“Rainey, I’m sorry, but Katie’s asleep. I took her cell phone and made her lie down. She was up all night.”

“Could you have her call me when she wakes up? Agent McNally wants to set up a time to meet with her this evening.”

“Yes, I’ll tell her… and Rainey, I’m sorry this happened. You were good together.”

The statement stung Rainey. It sounded like Melanie believed Rainey and Katie’s relationship was over. She wanted to say she was fighting to keep that from happening, but she said, “I’m sorry I brought this killer into your lives.”

“It’s not your fault, Rainey. You couldn’t have known this would happen. You take care of yourself and I’ll give Katie your message.”

“Thank you.”

Rainey hung up. Melanie had meant to make Rainey feel better, but she only made the guilt worse. Rainey had known this could happen. Hoping it wouldn’t was not been the best course of action. She could see that now, and if given the opportunity, she would do her best to keep it from ever happening again.

#

When the team returned to the conference room, Detective Sheila Robertson returned with them. Rainey asked her to set up a meeting with the owners of Feme Sole for the next day. It was already close to 4:00 p.m. and Rainey was beginning to feel the drain of her previous night’s indulgence. She had to make plans with James, so he could prepare the surveillance equipment Rainey would be wearing when she entered the bar Saturday night.

There was still the press conference to get through before she could go home. Danny thought it was a good idea to have Rainey in front of the cameras, in case the UNSUB was watching. He would be, Rainey had no doubt about that. Her presence might agitate his already stressed puppet mind. His master was locked away where he could not communicate with him. The UNSUB was on his own.

The press conference was held outside the courthouse on the front steps, just before the six o’clock news. Rainey and the rest of the team stood behind Danny, as he explained to the public what was happening and warned the lesbian community to be on alert. The reporters listened quietly until Danny finished his statement, and then they began to hurl one question after another in his direction. Most of the inquiries had something to do with identifying the UNSUB, but one voice rang out above all others. It was Cookie Kutter, the television news reporter that dogged Rainey and Katie incessantly for weeks last summer. Rainey hated her, and her parents too for giving her such a stupid name.

“Agent McNally, why is Rainey Bell here? Has she rejoined the FBI?”

Danny responded, “We asked Agent Bell if she would help on this case, and she has been reinstated temporarily.”

Cookie wasn’t about to let up. “Is it because she worked on the Dalton Chambers case or because the UNSUB is killing lesbians and Agent Bell is one?”

Danny was growing agitated. Rainey heard it in his voice, when he answered, “Agent Bell’s expertise in the Chambers’ case is unequalled. The UNSUB we are searching for is copying Chambers’ crimes. Agent Bell’s insights are paramount to this investigation.”

A wall of sound erupted at Rainey. It seemed that all the reporters began shouting questions at once.

“Agent Bell, are you thinking about returning to the BAU full-time?”

“Have you visited Dalton Chambers since he’s been at Central Prison?”

“Is your connection with Dalton Chambers the reason this UNSUB is killing lesbians? Are you a target of yet another serial killer, Agent Bell?” That was Cookie. Rainey recognized her superior tone.

Danny stepped aside when Rainey moved in front of the bank of microphones.

“I’ll make a brief statement,” Rainey began. “I do not want my presence to sidetrack you from the real story here. There is a person out there hunting young women in this community. There are two families grieving the loss of a daughter. There are heartbroken friends of the victims. These young women, Lisa Jones and Kim McNatt, deserve justice for the crimes committed against them. Do not lose focus on what’s important today. Get the word out about this UNSUB. Someone knows him, somebody has seen him. Help keep this community safe. My involvement should not be a distraction. I am here simply to assist the local police and the FBI in finding justice for these young women.”

Cookie’s voice rang out. “Where is Katie Myers? Is she still living with you? Is she still a lesbian?”

Rainey glared at Cookie. She wanted to strangle the bottled blonde. Instead, she smiled, and answered, “She’s somewhere safe.” She started to walk away, but the devil got the better of her. She added, what Rainey was sure would be the sound bite of the day, “Be sure to have that man of the hour draped on your arm there, Cookie. Wouldn’t want people to think your continued interest in my personal life means you are anything but heterosexual, would you?”

#

Two hours after the press conference, Rainey got a ride home from a deputy. She planned to go home, soak in the tub to help with her sore shoulder, and then spend the evening processing all the information she gathered so far. Danny got a call from Katie’s mother. He was invited to dinner, where he could talk to Katie and her parents, together. Rainey was not invited. Although she had stated she didn’t want to interfere with Danny’s discussion of Katie’s safety, she was hurt by the exclusion.

The sun had been down about an hour when Rainey arrived on her front deck. Ernie was long gone. She waved goodbye to the deputy and entered the cottage. It had never felt so lonely to enter the quietness of the cottage. The warning, beep - beep, from the alarm bounced off the walls. Rainey lived alone most of her adult life. She welcomed the quiet of her home all those years. Now, the stillness in the air felt heavy. The life had gone out of the house. Katie was not there to breathe it back again.

Rainey disarmed the alarm and heard Freddie’s doggie door pop open and shut. At least she was not completely alone. She hung up her jacket, put away her weapon, and set the alarm. She went to the kitchen, flipping on the light as she entered. Freddie squinted up at her and meowed loudly. Rainey reached down to get his empty food bowl, when she noticed Freddie was leaving muddy tracks on the floor. He regularly tromped through the swamp surrounding the property. This wasn’t the first mess he’d made.

“Look at your feet. You’re leaving paw prints everywhere. Katie would not be pleased.”

Rainey pulled some paper towels from the dispenser under the cabinets. She wet a couple and knelt down to clean up the mess.

“You know what this means, don’t you? You have to have a bath.”

Freddie meowed, doing donuts around her arms while she cleaned.

“No arguments. If you get this on the comforter, Katie will kill us bo….”

Rainey froze in mid-word. Looking down at the paper towel in her hand, she saw that it was not mud, but blood she was wiping up. She dropped the towel and grabbed Freddie up from the floor. She checked him from head to toe. No wounds were present, but his paws, legs, and face were wet with blood. Rainey dropped the cat and ran for the gun safe, by the front door. She pulled out the Glock, still in its holster, and clipped it to the belt at her waist. She moved to the bedroom, opened the gun safe in the wall, and pulled out her father’s twelve-gauge shotgun. Rainey loaded it quickly, and then racked one of the five shells into the chamber. She grabbed a flashlight from the bedside table and headed out of the room, before catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Now, this is the part of the movie where Rainey always shouted at the TV, “Don’t go out there alone, you idiot. Call for back up and wait.” Instead, she carried the shotgun to the closet in her old room. Rainey yanked her FBI windbreaker from a hanger, and used it to cover her blood stained white blouse. She kicked off her low-heeled pumps, and slipped into a pair of boots. Prepared to do battle, she picked up the shotgun, and went back to the kitchen.

Rainey stopped in the living room, turned on the TV, and brought up the security cameras. Nothing looked unusual. She pulled her cell phone out, and dialed Danny’s number. When he answered, she said, very quickly, “My cat just tracked blood into my house from outside. It could be a dead animal, but it’s fresh. Someone could be hurt.”

“Rainey, I’m on my way to Katie’s. Don’t go out there alone. I’ll turn around. Do you want me to send a car?”

Rainey’s heart was pounding. The hair on her scalp and arms was tingling. Something bad was happening. “No, Danny! You go to Katie. Make sure she’s safe. Send a car. I’m going out there.”

“Rainey, wait!”

She slammed the phone closed and put it back in her pocket. She closed her eyes to calm her mind and body. She heard her father’s voice, “Remember your training, Rainey. Don’t let anyone walk up on you. You make sure you see them coming.”

Rainey whispered, “Always.”

#

Rainey shut off the lights in the kitchen, so her silhouette wouldn’t show in the doorway. She opened the door slowly and peered into the now black night. She clicked on her flashlight, probing the deck for the source of Freddie’s footprints. There was nothing there but more paw prints, leading her down the back stairs. When she reached the ground, the prints were harder to see. She put the shotgun to her shoulder, holding the flashlight to the barrel and went hunting.

Rainey checked under the cottage and around her car, stopping to grab her ballistic vest from the backseat, and squatted by the car. She put the vest on quickly, fastening the Velcro straps tightly to her torso. This was war and she wasn’t going in totally unprotected. She listened for sirens, and hearing none, proceeded down the driveway to the road. She trailed the light around the perimeter. Still, there were no signs of blood or a body. Freddie stepped out of the darkness in front of her. With his black fur, he was impossible to see unless he wandered into the light. He walked about ten steps in front of her, as she made her way down to the office, scanning her surroundings constantly. Tiny gravel, on the surface of the road, crunched beneath her feet. She moved to the shoulder to lessen the sound of her approach. Freddie sauntered down the road, as if they were out for an evening stroll. If there was danger lurking, Freddie was unaware of it. That was a good sign.