Hi, Angel, its Pete Peloni, from Pelonis Place. You left your sunglasses on the table last time you were here. Also, Im trying out a new mushroom-veggie pizza with hot pepper sauce. Im working most of tonight and all day tomorrow. Ill drop off a sample on my way home. Catch you later.
Angel regarded the package of instant cocoa in her hand and laughed as she shook it down. Youre not likely to convert me, Pete, but my mother would appreciate the effort.
Brian Pinkney followed. Its after seven, Monday night, Angel. Thought youd be home by now. I wouldnt do this for anyone except you and Liz, so consider yourself privileged, but I ran the comps on all the Penny Killer murders. Highlighted the similarities, and also took care of the B-sidethe irregularities. Basically, I did some major decluttering for you. Its more than Pruneface Skater would have done. Infos waiting in a file labeled Angels PKMs. I have to say, this ones a stumper. Hope you like coffee and caffeine pills, sweetheart. Youre gonna need em.
Next up, Graeme Thomas wanted her to fly to Atlantic City with him for a convention the following weekend. They have wedding chapels there, too, he remarked with a wink in his voice that made her chuckle as she poured boiling water into a big I Love Bullwinkles Cousins mug.
Twenty minutes later, he called again. Sorry, babe. Change of plans. Looks like Ill be doing double duty at the Victim Support Center this weekend. Would you believe that one of the families Ive been counseling has lost three of their kids to murder and drunk drivers in less than five years? Some people have absolutely no luck. Hows the Boardwalk between Christmas and New Years sound to you?
Wandering into the solarium she used as a painting studio, Angel hoisted herself onto a high stool, blew into the steaming mug and studied her latest canvas. The face shed attempted to paint had no definition, only blurred and shadowed features. Still, something of the man came through for her.
Probably because I know its you, she reflected, and touched his mouth with an exploratory fingertip.
Her doctors office called nextshed missed an appointmentand then Bergmans pushy assistant, three times. Pete came back, on adding a soy cheese and green vegetable pizza to the revised menu, and finally, finally, the one shed been hoping for. Noah Graydon.
Unfortunately, all he said was, Read your e-mails, Angel.
She sighed at the painting. You know I prefer verbal communication, Noah. I cant hear you in an e-mail.
Licking whipped cream from the rim of her mug, she vacated her stool and headed for the computer.
The first e-mail was from Joe and directed her to a restricted FBI site, where she viewed Lionel Forets autopsy results.
The forensic team had discovered only microscopic fibers and Forets own skin cells under his fingernails. Thered been one bird feather and several strands of his own hair on his coat. Joe placed the time of death between midnight and 12:30 a.m. He said hed have put it closer to twelve, except Foret had been wearing thermal underwear, so hed needed to allow for a cocoon effect.
Let me know who won the pool, Joe typed. Also, my wife told me to tell you that you must come for Thanksgiving dinner. Bring your mom and her trucker if theyre in town. Oh, and her Harleythats for me. FYI, Jaynie loves her new pink shoes. She told me to thank Auntie Angel again.
Not wanting to mix business with pleasure, but Im sorry for the delay on the Foret case. One of my techs mislaid the results. We found them in the file of a Balinese man who died three days ago from ptomaine poisoning. Dont be a stranger
As if I could. Hitting a key, she moved on to Noahs message. Her cell phone, doing a sudden dance across the desk, interrupted her.
Tell me you didnt just get home.
Noahs sexy drawl brought a swell of regret to Angels throat.
Ten minutes ago. Blanking the monitor, she crossed to the window seat, tucked herself into the lotus position and sipped. Multiple messages, minimum lights. I made hot cocoa, but I probably should have made up an ice pack instead. She probed her bruised cheek. Gonna need major makeup tomorrow.
I dont like that picture, Angel. How bruised are we talking?
Its not a black eye, and the guy only got me because I tripped over a piece of pipe. Totally clumsy.
Somehow I doubt that.
Did you hear? Bergmans got Pruneuh, Bill Skater working the profile for the Penny Killer. Brian Pinkneys really pissed off.
How can you tell?
She laughed, considered briefly as she surveyed the glittering city skyline visible above the park side trees, then said, Noah, have I ever told you that I play chess?
Pretty sure thats a no.
Well, I do. Long Alaska nights, wicked blizzards, gen power running low, so no movies, no Dancing with the Stars
Noah breathed out whatever he was feeling. Annoyance, frustration, resignation.
The sound sent a shimmer of guilt through her system. Look, Im tired, okay, and a little cranky. I wasnt
You dont want to meet me, Angel.
Humor trickled in. An amazing profiler, and he reads minds, too. Not accurately, but what can you expect over a phone line? Come on, Noah, even Spocks Vulcan mind meld required a certain amount of physical contact. And if you ask me who Spock is, Ill be convinced you live in space instead of him.
Call it a shadow world.
Youre not going to answer me, are you?
The Internet has game partners
Go there, she warned, and Im hanging up. I also give up. Temporarily. Turning slightly, she zeroed in on the area where she thought he lived. Why the call?
Because youre still on the clock at 10:00 p.m.
And youre not?
I do my best work at night.
Not chess, but a game of strategy nonetheless. His words flowed through her like warm brandy, seducing her far more than they probably should. Angels stomach muscles quivered and her skin felt unnaturally hot. But seduction was a thing she could match in her sleep.
Running a finger over her cell, she rested her back on the wall and let a note of teasing humor invade her voice. It might come as a surprise to you, Noah, but nights one of my best times, too. Or so Ive been told.
His hesitation spoke volumes. So did his tone when he said, Below the belt, Angel, in more ways than one.
Now that was the point. But did hearing it change anything?
Moscow barked. Twisting the mouthpiece upward, she asked him, What is it? She told Noah, Dogs excited.,
The husky ran to the door, paused at the jamb. A second later, she heard a knock.
Thatll be Pete. Uncrossing her legs, she took another sip of cocoa, then stretched like a cat. He says Im a bad eater. Keeps trying to push tofu and veggie pizza on me.
Pete?
Was there a frown attached to the question? Might be worth playingto a point.
Pete Peloni. Hes a guy I know. Tall. Very attractive. Really nice. He runs Pelonis Place in Little Italy. Its a sort of Italian restaurant with an upscale vibe, about ten blocks from the processing plant where Foret was killed. No segue intended. Liz and I go there sometimes for lunch. I guess she likes tofuYes, Im coming, Moscow. But she hesitated halfway to the door. Why did you call, Noah?
I found a shoe site.
Excuse me?
Womens shoes, thousands of them. Its a French site. Designer boots and shoes at knock-off prices. Proof that one or two of my ancestors did in fact come from Europe.
Delight mingled with astonishment. Delight won, hands down.
Ill go there tonight, she promised, and let you know tomorrow how big a hit my credit card takes. With a motion to silence Moscow, she added a soft, Thanks, Noah, and ended the call. Yes, Im here, she told the excited husky Why the fuss? Placing her palm on the frame, she looked through the viewer.
The corridor was empty.
Took too long, huh? Well, it couldnt have been Pete. Hed have left a bag of goodies big enough to feed everyone in the building.
Which was only three other tenants, since the building, once a huge post-Revolution mansion, had been converted into four large condos. But Pete believed in stocked fridges as deeply as he believed in healthy eating.
Angel started to turn away. Then she frowned and did a double take through the viewer.
No box sat on the polished hallway floorbut something else did. After a quick second sweep, she snicked the bolt and opened the door.
It could have been a discarded grocery list lying there, but Angels instincts suggested otherwise. With Moscow sniffing the air, she used the back of her index finger to flick the paper over.
And seeing the words printed there, breathed a heartfelt, Damn.
NOAH HEARD THE WHIR of an approaching motor, followed by wheels rolling over damp pavement. From his crouch, and without looking back, he acknowledged the new arrival.
Been a while, old friend.
Oh, just a few years. Like sayfive?
The belligerent thrust said it all. Noah half smiled at the ground. Let me guess, youre angry with Bergman.
Wouldnt you be? Hes letting Pruneface Skater do the profile on this guy. So far all Ive heard is that the killers a malewow, that took a brain the size of Everest to figureright-handed and he gets his victims from behind. A chimp could have told us that much, and a hell of a lot quicker than Pruneface did.
What do you want, Brian?
The wheels ground closer. Same as you. To nail the bastard who turned you into a ghost and me into a cripple.
Noah reviewed the outline of Forets body that hed drawn from memory. You crippled yourself, and I withdrew by choice. We cant blame a madman for everything.
No, we cant do that. Some of the blame has to fall on other shoulders.
And here it came, Noah thought.
The wheelchair gave a whiny rev. The kid was green, Noah. You were supposed to be training him. That was the deal. Instead, you let him meet a murderer alone, with no backup and no idea what he was getting into.
Noah stood slowly, felt the metal basket push into the side of his long coat. What is it you want? Blood from a stone? Not gonna happen. Blood from another victim? Already done. You knew the killer wasnt dead, and so did I.
That fire
Only destroyed the warehouse and its contents.
The investigating agents said the flames were hot enough to incinerate bone.
But they didnt. Noah turned his head halfway. Because there were no bones to burn, and when the fire was out, only another victim in the morgue. You drove too fast, I didnt move fast enough, and it didnt end that night.
And all of it, every last frigging scrap, was your fault, you bast
Dont. Noah switched his gaze to the water. You want to be bitter, go ahead. You want to wallow, be my guest. But dont roll up to me on the spot where another victim lost his life and try to blame me for everything that went wrong that night. For whats always been wrong in your life.
Red-faced, Brian circled until they faced each other. And your lifes just peachy, is it? Exactly the way you want it to be? Tell me youre not bitter, that youre not wallowing, that you dont blame yourself for what happened. Tell me, and well both have a good laugh.
His voice trembled but whether from fury or sorrow, Noah couldnt say. In any case, he softened his attitude and his expression. It shouldnt have gone the way it did. I should have known the kid would go off half-cocked with a bellyful of something to prove. Not sure if the proving was for your benefit or mine, but it doesnt matter. He was green. I wasnt. I should have seen it coming.
Brians knuckles whitened on the steering handles. Is that supposed to make me feel betteryou admitting you were wrong?
A faint smile touched Noahs mouth. In the pocket of his coat his cell phone began to vibrate. Not particularly. Just thought it should be said. The pasts done, Brian. Your feelings are your own. But I want this guyfor a lot of reasons.
And because you cant be on the case, youre prepared to use Angel to get him. No matter what the cost.
Noah simply stared until Brian spun with a jerk. Slapping the motorized vehicle in gear, he zoomed through the shadows and into the access way.
But not before Noah glimpsed the glitter of contempt in his eyesand the twist of hatred he didnt bother to hide on his lips.
NOT GOING TO OVERREACT, Angel promised herself. Ive been threatened before and will again. This isnt new. With the phone to her ear, she paced the perimeter of her living room floor. Pick up, Graydon. We were talking less than twenty minutes ago.
Didnt like the shoes, huh? he said at last.
Stopping at the window, she let her eyes flit to the park across the street. Much as I love the sexy drawl, I got a note.
That killed it. When? he demanded.
No what, only when, in a whip-sharp tone that had nothing to do with sexy. Maybe twenty minutes ago. I followed procedure, checked out the stairwells and doors, front and back. Whoever delivered it was gone. My neighbors who are home didnt see a thing. There are no foot or tire prints. She dragged the elastic band from her hair, blew out a breath. How does this guy choose his victims, Noah? I have no connection to Foret. Im not a soccer mom with three kids, a biotech who analyzes ocean fungus, or the CEO of a national supermarket chain. Yes, there was an FBI agent on the list of victims, along with a cop and another lawyer, but were talking years of separation and no link between them that anyone could find, including you, whod have dug up whatever was diggable. So all that leaves is the fact that Im working this case. A sudden thought brought her head around with a snap. Oh, my God, Liz!
Calm down, Angel.
She raked the hair from her face, held it there. Breathed. And again. I am calm. I am, she repeated. Perfectly. That babble was just me sorting through the confusion. Crossing to the land phone, she punched her partners number.
Is Liz at home?
No idea. Im calling her cellwhich, of course, shes not answeringLiz, its Angel. I need you to call me back. Its urgent She swung around. Noah, are we talking about a multiple-target killer here? You know, threaten a new victim before hes disposed of another?
His lack of response wasnt encouraging. She entered her partners home number, then tried Joe on his cell, leaving urgent messages on both.
Moscow, come away from the window. She caught his collar with two fingers. Why me, Noah? Because of the case or not?