Revenge (19 page)

‘It has to be him,’ Juliette insisted. ‘There’s just no other explanation.’ She frowned, openly searching Jess’s face. ‘Are you saying he doesn’t meet the criteria for cold-blooded murder?’

‘All of us are capable of evil,’ Jess allowed. ‘It’s choosing not to commit an act of evil that separates us from the bad guys. Sometimes a good person can make a mistake and cross the line. Evidence shows that once that line is crossed, it’s easier the next time. Even easier the time after that. So, yes, it’s possible. Whether it’s probable is yet to be seen.’

Juliette looked away. She covered her mouth as if she had more to say or ask but couldn’t bear to do so.

‘If there’s something else you need to tell me, this would be the time. I can’t help you and your friends unless I have as many of the facts as possible.’

Juliette seemed to compose herself and readied to go. ‘It’s nothing. Just something Scott said a long time ago.’

‘A long time ago meaning shortly after Porter’s death or sometime since?’

‘It was a few months later. He said that sometimes the universe tests you and maybe we failed the test that night. I think maybe he was right. Maybe we failed the test and this is our fate. Maybe this has nothing to do with Todd. It could just be fate catching up with us.’

The lady had watched way too many B
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rated movies. ‘I don’t deal in fate, Juliette. But I do deal in facts. And there are still a lot of those missing in this case. Until I know all the facts, none of you are safe. I wish you’d change your mind about staying some place the killer wouldn’t know to look for you.’

Juliette thanked her and went on her way. Jess had a feeling one or all of the dwindling group knew something – possibly earth-shattering – about the night Lenny Porter died, but none wanted to share with her.

She hoped they wouldn’t wait until it was too late to make a difference.

Speaking of late, it was almost noon. Jess was supposed to meet the security system technician at her place at two. If she didn’t do something drastic, Dan would never allow her to go home again.

Don’t kid yourself, Jess
.

Spears had scared the hell out of her last night. She’d been more than ready to come clean with Dan and to get out of that apartment. She shuddered at the memory of opening that takeout box and finding a clump of worms. The evidence tech had found no prints, no nothing other than worm excrement. Not that she’d expected anything to be found. Spears was way too smart for that. Nothing would be found unless he wanted it found.

The new dead bolts she’d had installed failed to deliver the security she’d hoped for. In truth, she wasn’t naïve. A top-notch thief could open most any kind of lock and then relock it when he was done.

The bottom line was she just hadn’t expected Spears to make a move like that . . . this soon. She had baited him for weeks now. Hoped he would make a move. Show up back in Birmingham so she’d have a second chance to do what she’d failed to do twice already.

And yet she hadn’t been prepared. Not by a long shot. She’d turned tail and run like a scared little girl. All the way to Burnett’s place.

Spears was getting bored. He’d said so. Regret sank like a rock inside her. Her puny efforts to keep him entertained had been a lost cause.

When the craving started, a serial killer like Spears was hard pressed to ignore those desires. She feared it wouldn’t be long now until he would start killing again.

Because she had failed to stop him when she had the chance.

Her cell rang and she jumped. ‘For the love of God.’ She had to get a hold of herself. It was just Harper calling. ‘Harris.’

‘Chief, I think you’re going to want to get over to Easy Storage off Lorna Road. Looks like someone’s been planning to take out the Five for a while.’

‘On my way, Sergeant.’

Jess tossed her phone into her bag and dug for her keys. ‘Damn.’ Lori and Cook were in the field. Cook was interviewing a distant cousin of Penney’s and an ex
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boyfriend of his mother’s. Lori was following up with Scott Baker’s father about the payments to Lenny Porter’s mother. Mayor Pratt had warned that Jess should steer clear of the Baker patriarch. But that didn’t mean Lori couldn’t attempt an interview.

Jess wasn’t about to pull those two off task. Waiting for an escort would be a waste of time and resources. It was no big deal. She was driving straight to the location where Harper waited. She was certainly capable of driving herself across town in broad daylight. Dan needed to be reasonable.

Just in case, she took the stairs. The chances of running into him were far less likely along that route. She smiled for the security guards in the lobby and hurried out of the building. Careful to remain aware of her surroundings, she reached her reserved spot in the parking garage in record time. Minutes later she was in her Audi and on the street. She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

It felt good to have her car back. And her freedom, even if only for a few hours. The need for precautions was important but she liked being in charge of her own movements. She hated having a babysitter. Except for last night. She’d been really glad to have Dan with her after finding the gift Spears had sent her. Not only had he called for an evidence tech, but he’d also called Gant. Saved her the grief Gant would have given her.

Looking at the situation in the light of day, she realized that certainly Spears had hired someone to do the job. As Dan said, the man had endless resources. Well, his resources wouldn’t do him any good when she got her security system installed.

‘Dammit!’

She felt around for her phone and put through a call to the tech who was scheduled to show up at her apartment. There was no way to know how long it would take to go through this storage unit but she needed to reschedule to the latest appointment the man had available today. It wouldn’t wait until tomorrow.

She needed her own place back.

Was that idea of staying with Dan really so unappealing? She felt a little hitch in her chest.

Wait. What was she thinking? Of course it was. Their positions allowed no room for flaunting a personal relationship.

That remark Corlew made haunted her again.

Jess had known Dan and his family for better than two decades. Could she be that kind of wife? The one who attended all the right functions on his arm? The one who stood in the background . . . and applauded his selflessness and success?

Maybe she’d just wait until they were sixty and see what happened.

The twenty minutes she’d needed to reach Harper’s location went more smoothly than she’d expected. No pileups or traffic jams. She eased ahead of a poky minivan. As she passed the vehicle, the carload of children, most young enough that they were strapped into safety seats, tossed toys at each other. No wonder the woman was poking along. Her sanity had likely gone out the window several miles back.

Jess made up her mind then and there. If she ever had children, she would not allow them to behave like untamed little beasts. Her children would show respect and have manners.

Not that she’d given it that much thought. Images like the one she’d just passed stuck in her brain and reminded her whenever she had a brief lapse in reason.

Sixty was looking better and better.

As she slowed for her exit, a dark sedan roared up close behind her.

‘Almost missed your turn, did you?’ She harrumphed. ‘Probably texting.’ She hated texting. She hated even worse that people did it while driving. ‘Idiots.’

Jess slowed as she cruised to the bottom of the ramp and made the posted stop before crossing Highway 31 onto Lorna Road. She checked for oncoming traffic, left then right and—

Her Audi bumped forward.

‘What the hell?’ The car behind her had nudged her bumper. She checked the rearview mirror. ‘What do you th—’

The driver’s face was obscured by the gun he aimed right at her head.

Jess rammed the accelerator.

Traffic on her left registered.

She cut the wheel. Bounced off the shoulder of the road.

Horns blared as angry drivers who had just missed plowing into her whipped and whizzed by.

Heart thundering, she twisted around. The car was gone. She surveyed the intersection of streets around her . . . tried to recall the color and model. Dark but definitely not the Corolla. Black or navy? No larger than her own vehicle. What was that emblem on the front . . . ?

Think! An upside-down V? That was it.

Hands shaking, she reached for her cell as she carefully navigated across Highway 31 and onto Lorna Road.

She hit the necessary numbers and waited for dispatch. ‘This is Deputy Chief Jess Harris.’ She recited her badge number. ‘The male driver of a black or dark blue sedan, possibly an Infiniti, was waving a handgun around at the intersection of Highway 31 and Lorna Road. I didn’t see which way he went. Patrols in the area should be aware.’

Dispatch thanked her and Jess sat for a minute to gather her wits.

Could have been just a crazy waving a gun. It happened. Random shootings were becoming an everyday affair in larger cities across the nation.

Didn’t mean it was Spears.

Or someone Captain Allen had sent to finish the job – if he was even still alive. A shudder quaked through her at the idea that he could be dead because of her.

Her cell vibrated with an incoming text.

She pressed a hand to her throat as she lifted the phone to view the screen.

Bang! Do you like this game so far?

Rather than get angry or more terrified, Jess grew oddly quiet inside. Well, now she knew. Spears wanted to play for real now. No more tap dancing around the concept. He’d sent a friend to start the games.

This was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it?

Forcing her respiration to slow, she carefully chose her words, tapping the letters into the text box, then, holding her breath, she hit send.

Afraid to make your own moves, Spears?

Dan wouldn’t be happy about this.

She blinked back the emotions that threatened. ‘Just do what you came here to do, Jess.’ Hands still shaking, she maneuvered back onto the street.

Harper was waiting for her.

Easy Storage, 2134 Lorna Road, 12.45
P.M.

The storage locker was a ten
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by
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ten. Not that large but covered from floor to ceiling with photos and newspaper clippings. And more importantly, page after page of the journal. Jess skimmed entry after entry that cited more cruel acts committed by the Five against the writer and his friend. The final entry appeared to be from the night before Lenny Porter died. Todd Penney, assuming he was the author, and his friend were excited about graduating and getting out of Birmingham.

‘The locker’s rented to a T. Penn,’ Harper explained. ‘He rented it one week ago according to the paperwork.’

‘Was there a copy of his photo ID?’ These places were supposed to have a photo ID on record.

‘Negative. The owner says there was a lot of that going on. That’s why he fired the guy he had running this place. When he got here this morning, he found this unit open. Says he knew trouble when he saw it so he called it in.’

‘There’s no security video?’ She’d seen the cameras posted around the property.

‘He claims the system’s been broken for years.’

Jess didn’t doubt it.

She surveyed the photos and newspapers clippings. Penney or whoever had done this had been keeping up with the Five all these years. In every photo, an X had been swiped over their faces.

‘Evidence techs on the way?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

Jess studied the collage created apparently in the last week. If Todd Penney had been in California all this time . . . had his mother collected the newspaper clippings for him?

‘Sergeant, let’s see if we can determine how often Mr Penney has come home for a visit. Did he fly or did he drive as he did this time? How long did he stay? If he hasn’t been back, then who collected these?’ Maybe the mother had kept a shrine of sorts. Or maybe . . . ‘Also, let’s find out what Lenny Porter’s mother has been up to. Maybe all these clippings and the journal are from a shrine to her son.’

Jess wasn’t sure how far they would get with the last since Mrs Porter was out of the country.

‘I’m on it,’ Harper assured her. Even though the evidence techs hadn’t arrived yet, he glanced around as if to ensure they were alone. ‘May I ask you a question, Chief?’

She reminded herself not to frown. Bad for her complexion. ‘Absolutely. Ask me anything you’d like.’

‘Is it true that Lieutenant Prescott transferred to GTF?’

‘That’s right.’ Jess shrugged. ‘I guess she couldn’t get past her feelings that I got the job she felt she deserved.’

‘Will we be bringing anyone new onboard soon?’

‘I sure hope so, Sergeant. We’re a skeleton crew as it is.’

‘Corlew called me this morning.’

Jess was surprised he hadn’t called her. ‘Did he have something new to share?’ She wanted to believe he meant well getting involved with this investigation, but she had far too many reasons to doubt the idea.

‘He says Mrs Porter’s ship is coming back into port on Sunday. He suggested we have someone waiting for her.’

‘I have a better idea.’ Jess had been thinking she needed to get a firmer grasp on what Corlew was up to. After talking to Dan last night, she’d made up her mind. ‘When you’re caught up here, track down Corlew. Tell him you need to have a look around his home and office. If he doesn’t want to cooperate, let’s get a search warrant. If he wants to get more involved in this investigation, let’s give him a written invitation.’

Harper grinned. ‘My pleasure, ma’am.’

Jess’s cell clanged.

Harper’s must have vibrated because he reached for his.

Burnett
. He’d already heard.

Harper stepped out of the locker to take his call. Jess bit the bullet and hit accept.

‘Harris.’

‘Where the hell are you?’

‘I’m on Lorna Road at an Easy Storage with Harper.’ She didn’t mention that they were in separate vehicles.

‘What happened with the Infiniti and the driver with a weapon?’