9 Kill for Me

by Karen Rose

  Alex’s eyes widened. “The ‘other’ Granville was talking about before he died.”

  Daniel’s mouth opened and closed several times. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” Luke said. “Your father had a fling with the wife of the former reverend of your church. Barbara Jean was the product.”

  “And she’s . . . bad, Daniel,” Susannah said. “Evil. She’s killed eleven people, plus ordering the murders of the five girls. She killed Kate Davis, too.”

  Daniel’s breathing was fast and shallow. “But why? Why kill Kate?”

  “Remember I asked about Rocky?” Luke said. “We thought that was a man. Rocky was Kate Davis, Garth’s sister. Kate was working with Granville and Bobby Davis.”

  Daniel looked lost. “But Kate came to us. She told us that whoever was killing the Dutton women last week had sent Garth letters threatening her life. That Garth was afraid to talk because a few years ago Jared O’Brien started to talk about the club and was murdered. We found Mack O’Brien because she came to us. She played us?”

  “Like a bad harmonica,” Luke said dryly. “Chase and I were pissed, too.”

  “So you need to be careful,” Susannah said urgently. “Bobby’s still out there.”

  “That’s why I still have a guard on my door,” Daniel said. “Oh my God. This is . . .”

  “I know,” Susannah murmured. “Insane.”

  “I’m glad you told me.” Daniel raked his fingers through his hair. “This answers a lot of questions. I don’t like any of the answers, but as you say, it is what it is. You need to go to a safe house, Suze. For your own safety.”

  She’d already considered the option and rejected it. “For how long, Daniel?”

  His eyes narrowed at her tone. “Until she’s caught.”

  “And if that’s weeks? Months? What if she’s never caught? I’ve lost thirteen years of my life because of Simon and Granville and Bobby. I don’t want to lose any more.”

  “You could lose your life,” Daniel said fiercely.

  “I’ll take every precaution.”

  He looked like he wanted to argue. “Will you at least wear a vest?”

  She’d already decided to do so. “Yes. That I will do. And now I’m going to visit Monica Cassidy, and then I’m going to sleep. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me.”

  She was at the door when he spoke again, quietly. “Suze. Promise me you won’t take any chances like you did in the Rublonsky trial.”

  Eyes wide, she turned. “How did you know about that?”

  His blue eyes flickered. “I know every case you’ve prosecuted since you joined the DA’s office. I’ve followed each one.”

  Emotion rose to clog her throat. “But . . .”

  “I left you because I thought I was keeping you safe. I couldn’t prove Dad’s underhanded dealings and I didn’t want to drag you under with me. I had no idea you’d already been . . .” His voice broke and he stopped until he could speak again. “I knew when you graduated second in your class in college. I knew when you started clerking with the DA’s office. I’ve read every decision of every trial you’ve ever prosecuted.”

  “I didn’t know,” she said, devastated. “I thought you didn’t care.”

  “I never stopped caring about you,” he whispered harshly. “Never. Not for one minute.” His eyes flared, intense, and Susannah couldn’t look away. “So promise me,” he said fiercely. “Promise me you won’t do what you did on the Rublonsky case.”

  Her eyes stung and she blinked hard. “I promise. I have to go.”

  “I’ll watch over her,” she heard Luke say as she made her way to the elevator.

  Luke caught up to her at the elevator. “What happened on the Rublonsky case?”

  She kept her eyes fixed on the elevator. “A college girl was gang raped and murdered by men with ties to the Russian mob. I set up an interview with an informant who had names, dates . . . proof. He wouldn’t come to our office, so I met him outside this bodega. He’d been followed. He was shot standing about a foot away from me.”

  “Did you get the information?”

  “No, but the cops caught the shooter and we got him to roll on the others.”

  “What happened to the informant?”

  “He died,” she said, still feeling the immense wave of regret. And guilt.

  “You couldn’t have known that would happen.” She said nothing, then heard his sharp intake of breath. “Did you?”

  “I . . . suspected.”

  The elevator opened. She stepped in, but he stood still, staring at her. The door started to close and he jumped in, taking her chin between his fingers and forcing her to look up at him. “You made yourself bait,” he said harshly.

  She shrugged. “It wasn’t so dramatic as all that. I worried something might happen, so I asked the police to come with me, to protect us both. He was a bad guy, Luke. He was playing both sides of a dangerous game. He’d informed on the mob before.”

  “You made yourself bait,” he repeated. “You might have been shot yourself.”

  Again she said nothing and he hissed a curse. “You were shot.”

  One side of her mouth lifted. “I was wearing a vest. But I was surprised how much it hurt,” she added lightly. “I had one hell of a bruise.”

  He closed his eyes, his face grown pale. “Mother of God.”

  “I have to admit it scared me, too,” she said. “But we won the case. We were able to get justice for the murdered girl and a dozen new indictments based on the verdict.”

  The doors opened and he took her arm, leading her into the waiting room outside ICU. Before she could utter a protest his mouth was on hers, urgent and dark and . . . scared. He’d been scared, for her. Abruptly he ended the kiss, his breathing strident. “You will not do that again,” he said, his arms coming around to hold her close against him. His heart thundered and she smoothed her hands up his back, soothing.

  “All right,” she whispered. “I promise.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, dark with stubble. “I’m finally getting my life back, Luke. I won’t waste it so foolishly. Now let me go. I need to see Monica before I fall off my feet.”

  He loosened his hold, kissing her more gently. “I’m glad,” he whispered.

  “What, that I’m exhausted?”

  “No. That you’re getting your life back. And that I get to be part of it.”

  She lifted her brows, trying for levity even though her pulse was pounding. “That would be assuming facts not in evidence, Agent Papadopoulos.”

  He placed his fingertips between her breasts, and every nerve in her body jumped. “Your heart is racing. So either you’re having a heart attack, in which case it’s good we’re in a hospital, or you’re interested.” His brows arched. “Because I’m engaging.”

  Her lips twitched. “And sinfully sexy.”

  He grinned down at her. “I knew I’d get you to say it eventually. It’s part of my evil plan to make you need me.” His grin faltered, just a little. “How’s it working?”

  Her pounding pulse skittered. “Very, very well,” she whispered.

  He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Good. Let’s go see Monica.”

  Monica’s mother was sitting at her side when Luke and Susannah were buzzed past the guard into ICU. She met them halfway. “How can I ever thank you?”

  Susannah ran her hand down the woman’s arm. “You don’t have to.”

  “She doesn’t know about her father. Please don’t tell her. Not yet.”

  “We understand. Any word?” Luke murmured, even though he knew there had been none. He’d been in contact with Agent Harry Grimes in North Carolina ever since they’d recovered Genie Cassidy. There was no sign of Dr. Cassidy, and that didn’t look good.

  “Not yet,” Mrs. Cassidy murmured. “This has been a nightmare.”

  “We know,” Susannah said. “How is Genie?”

  “Asleep in Monie’s room. I’ll never let either of them out of my sight again.”

 
“I can understand that,” Luke said. “Her breathing tube’s removed. She looks better.”

  “She is. Once they knew she’d been drugged, they ran a bunch of tests and said she could breathe on her own. She’s been asking for you both.”

  Monica pointed to her sister, asleep on a chair. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “You just got your tube yanked,” Susannah said with a smile. “You shouldn’t talk.”

  “Have to,” Monica rasped. “Need to hear myself. Scared I never would again.”

  “I guess I can understand that.” She touched her cheek. “So, how are you?”

  “Better than before. Still hurts like hell.” Monica drew a breath, resting. “I need to tell you. You asked about Angel. You also asked about Becky. They were cousins. Were brought in at the same time.”

  Luke hunkered next to the bed, his face even with Monica’s. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Becky was my friend. The doctor killed her. She kept trying to escape. We whispered . . . under the floor. Made a little hole.”

  Just as Beardsley and Bailey had done. “When did he kill her?”

  “The day before the reverend came. Doctor beat her. Made her an example.”

  “Why?” Luke asked.

  “Doctor couldn’t break her. Tried torture.” Her eyes filled, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “Took her to the office, made her kneel. For hours. Covered her head, so she couldn’t see. Put gun to her head, said he would shoot. Then, he hurt her.” She looked up at Susannah. “Like Simon did to you. You know.”

  Susannah wiped the tears from Monica’s cheeks, her hand trembling. “I know.”

  “It’s over now,” Mrs. Cassidy said. “You’re safe.”

  Monica shook her head. “It’s never over. Keeps going over and over in my mind.” She turned her face away. “When she was dead, he did it to me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Monica,” Luke murmured.

  She kept her face averted. “It’s not your fault.” She gathered her composure and turned back to him, her eyes steady now. “Once, the doctor asked someone to help break me. He was so angry I wouldn’t obey him.”

  “Was it Bobby?” Luke asked.

  “It was a man, I’m sure. Doctor called him ‘sir.’ Doctor said he had unruly prisoners.” She looked confused. “Then he asked what the VC would do. I didn’t understand.”

  Luke did. VC. Vietcong. They were back to the Buddhist thích, a Vietnamese title. “So Granville and his thích are still thick, after all these years,” he murmured. “Monica, what did the man say?”

  “He got mad. Slapped the doctor. Told him never to mention that again. Then the man said to break me, they had to make me an animal. Make me forget I’m human. But they couldn’t,” she added with pride.

  “You’re strong,” Luke said, looking her square in the eye. “Never forget that.”

  She nodded wearily. “You said you knew Angel, that you didn’t get justice for her.”

  When we thought she couldn’t hear us yesterday afternoon. “That’s right. Did Becky tell you how they came to be in the bunker?”

  “Her stepdad. Sold them both to Mansfield. They got too old for the Web site. Got new girls. Becky’s sisters. That’s why she kept escaping. To get them out.”

  “Do you know last names? Becky’s and her stepdad’s?”

  “Snyder. Both. Lived in Atlanta.” Her eyes narrowed. “Fourteen twenty-five Candera.”

  Luke’s breath caught. “How long ago did they live there?”

  “Six months, maybe. I don’t know.”

  “How did her stepdad know Mansfield would buy them?” Susannah asked.

  “Truck stop whores.” She began to wheeze, and Nurse Ella came in with a frown.

  “You all have to leave. This patient shouldn’t be talking at all.”

  “Wait,” Monica said. “Becky’s stepfather met Mansfield at a truck stop. He sold her and Angel and one other girl there. I think the third girl was their neighbor. Not sure.”

  “That’s all,” Nurse Ella said. “Let her rest. Come back later. Please.”

  “You did good, kid,” Luke said. “You get some rest. I’m gonna go to 1425 Candera, see if I can find this stepfather of Becky’s. I have someone to throw into hell.”

  Monica grabbed his hand. “Save Becky’s sisters, please. She died for them.”

  “I’ll do my very best.”

  Atlanta, Sunday, February 4, 12:15 p.m.

  Luke had parked in front of a target range. He made no move to go in, just sat behind the wheel glaring straight ahead. Susannah could feel the rage tightly coiled within him since he’d come out of that dingy apartment house at 1425 Candera, empty-handed. Becky Snyder’s stepfather and her little sisters didn’t live there anymore. Nobody knew where they’d gone. At least that was the story each neighbor had told.

  “Why are we sitting in front of a target range?” Susannah finally asked.

  “It’s my brother Leo’s place. It’s . . . where I come.”

  “When the fury overflows, and eats you until you can’t think of anything else.”

  He turned to her then, his eyes blacker than night. “When I first saw you, I knew you’d understand.”

  “I have the same anger inside me.”

  “I knew that, too.”

  “Luke, this wasn’t your fault.” She put her hand on his arm, but he jerked away.

  “Not now,” he warned. “I’d hurt you.”

  “No, you wouldn’t. That’s not the man you are.” He said nothing, and she sighed. “Go and shoot something or take me back to your place where I can go to sleep.”

  He looked away. “I can’t take you back to my apartment. Not yet.”

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “Because I want you,” he said harshly.

  A shiver ran down her spine, dark and deep. “I can say no.”

  He looked at her again and her chest grew taut, her lungs constricted. “But you won’t,” he said. “Because right now I’m what you want. I’m dangerous and I’m risky and I’m out of control. Which makes you in control. Which is what made you in control every time you picked a strange man to take to a dirty hotel room for sex.”

  She considered him, considered herself. Then pushed her own anger aside. “So?”

  “So, I don’t judge what you did, because I understand the need for control. I just don’t want to be with you like that. When you have sex with me, I want it to be because you want me, not this person I am right now.”

  “Yin and yang,” she said quietly. “Darkness and light. Luke, you’re both of those people. And if I have sex with you, it’ll be because I want you. All of you. Not just the kind, gentle you.” She got out of the car. “Come on, let’s shoot some stuff.”

  She was met at the door by a younger version of Luke. “You’re Leo. I’m Susannah.”

  “I know. Come in.” Leo looked at Luke, still sitting in his car. “He’s brooding again?”

  “He’s had a rough couple of days.” Susannah pointed to the gun cabinet. “Can I?”

  “You shoot before?”

  “Yeah. Let me have that one.” She pointed through the glass pane to a nine-mil semiautomatic she knew from experience was the best fit for her smaller hands.

  “Good choice. Let’s go.”

  When she was finished with round one, Leo looked impressed. She looked at the paper target whose brain was now a mangled mess. “Again?”

  “Sure.” He watched as she reloaded. “Where did you learn to shoot?”

  “A cop owed me a favor and taught me how. I find it disturbingly relaxing.”

  “So do I,” he said. “Do you carry?”

  “In New York, yes. I had an uncomfortable meeting with a bullet a year ago. After that, I got my concealed-weapon permit, but I didn’t bring my gun with me. I wish I had.”

  “I see. What happened to Luke?”

  “He got a lead on some kids being peddled online. He found the apartment, but they were long gone.”
r />   “Seems to be the story of his life lately,” Leo said sadly, and she nodded.

  “He keeps pushing himself,” she said. “Sooner or later, he’s going to crack.”

  “It happens. Luke pushes himself, cracks, comes here to let off the steam, then goes home and gets superglued back together.” He smiled. “It’s what family does.”

  She felt a tug of yearning she didn’t try to deny. “You’re lucky.”

  “I know,” he said, then pointed at the target. “Have another go. On the house.”

  The first time had been practice, impersonal. This time she was thinking about the press conference that loomed a few hours away. The target became definitely personal.

  “Good aim,” Leo said with a wince when she was finished.

  The entire pelvic section of the target was gone. “It’s Garth Davis.”

  Luke had finally joined them. “Then it’s really good aim,” he said wryly.

  Leo tossed Luke the keys. “Lock up when you’re done. I promised Mama I’d level her washing machine before dinner. Susannah, you’re invited, of course.”

  “Not this week,” Luke said. “She needs to sleep.”

  Susannah could see the pain in Luke’s eyes. He needed super- gluing. “I’ve run on less sleep right before a trial. Tell your mama we’ll be there,” she said to Leo. “Thanks.”

  Leo left with a backward wave and Luke leaned against a wall, out of her reach. “Chase called when I was out in the car. Pete found Bobby’s little boys with Rob Davis’s family. Kate had dropped them off a few days ago and asked Rob not to say anything. The kids are all right.”

  She sighed with relief. “That’s good news. We really needed some of that.”

  “That’s the truth. Come on. I’ll take you back to my place so you can sleep.”

  “No, we’re going to your mama’s.” She approached with care. “Are you safe now?”

  His cheeks darkened in embarrassment. “Yeah.”

  “Oh, stop it, Luke. You have a temper. Most people do. Yours happens to be fueled by more potent stuff. So what? You control it.”