Promises in the Dark

by D. K. Hood

  Stuart recalled seeing Pamela with something on her wrist but couldn’t see the item clearly in the dim light. “Come inside, son. My wife is in the kitchen, she’ll be able to recognize it.”

  He led the way inside with the man following close behind. He noticed the man’s leather gloves and turned to him. “It’s a warm night, why the gloves?”

  “Oh, the deputy said to wear gloves if we found anything.” The man’s lips flattened. “These are all I had with me.”

  Stuart nodded and waved him into the kitchen where his wife was nursing a cup of coffee. She hadn’t stopped crying and her face was red and bloated. “Cathy, this man is one of the people searching for Pamela. He found something. Take a look, does it belong to her?”

  “Yes, that’s Pamela’s, she loved unicorns.” Cathy let out a wail like a slaughtered pig and dropped her head onto the table. “She’s dead, I know it.”

  Stuart went to comfort his wife when the shock of a blow to the side of his head, sent him reeling. He stumbled landing heavily in the chair beside his wife. “What in darnation are you doing?”

  “Buzz, who is this man?” Cathy stared at him eyes wide with shock.

  Blood seeped into his eyes and dropped over the table. Dazed and bleary-eyed, he went to stand but the stranger grabbed his arms, pulled them around the back of the chair, and tied them tight with a zip-tie. “Hey.” He tried to stand but the chair moved with him.

  “Stay still, old man.” The man chuckled close to his ear. “Or I’ll mess up your wife real bad.”

  Tight bands closed around his ankles shackling him to the chair. He wiped his eye on his shoulder trying to get a better look at the intruder, hoping he could recognize him. “Okay, take whatever you want but don’t hurt my wife.”

  “What’s going on, Buzz?” Cathy stared at him uncomprehending.

  “One word, lady, and he dies.” The man grabbed her by the throat. “Understand?”

  Terrified for her safety, Stuart, blinked at her through the blood. “Do what he says, Cathy.”

  “I figure she’s a little old for me, so she gets a pass.” The man quickly secured Cathy to the chair and then grabbed her hair and turned her face up to his. “Although, Pamela was special. So young and fresh. She enjoyed her time with me. I’ll miss her.” He calmly wrapped gaffer tape around Cathy’s mouth. “Oh, now I see the resemblance. They have the same eyes.”

  Anger broke through Stuart’s fuzzy brain and he glared at him. “If you’ve touched one hair on her head, I’ll—”

  “Do what old man?” The man leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning at them. “Bring me to justice? Fight me?” He strolled over and pulled the phone out the wall. The cellphone on the kitchen table, he popped into the microwave and chuckled as it crackled sending sparks flying.

  Stuart looked at his wife, who was panting and shaking her head. “I have cash, over there in the cookie jar. Take it and leave. I won’t say a thing. Just go and leave us alone.”

  “Cash, huh?” The intruder sauntered over to the cookie jar, removed the lid, and pocketed the roll of bills. “Thanks, but now I have to go.”

  Relieved, Stuart leaned back in his chair. It would be over soon. “Before you go, at least tell me where you have my granddaughter.”

  “Do you really want to know?” The man calmly wrapped the tape around Stuart’s mouth. “I killed her. It was an accident; I’d planned to keep her for a while. We were getting on so well together. She was so obedient but I couldn’t allow her to scream.” He looked deep into Stuart’s eyes. “It hurts when someone you love is taken from you, doesn’t it? Can you imagine the terror of being burned alive?”

  Sheer panic made Stuart’s heart race in his chest. He couldn’t suck enough oxygen through his nose. He shook his head but the man just smiled at him.

  “You’re gonna find out real soon.” The man walked over to the kitchen windows and threw them open to the night air. “Do you have a flashlight?”

  Stuart had only one choice and that was to cooperate. He nodded and tipped his head toward the kitchen drawers. He watched with interest as the man placed the flashlight on the table, the beam shining at the refrigerator. What was his game? Had he just come by to boast about killing his granddaughter, if he had at all? The man was obviously delusional but a nagging doubt pulled at Stuart when his gaze settled on the bracelet.

  “I’m leaving now.” The stranger walked to the oven, opened the door, and turned on the gas. As he left, he turned off the lights and headed for the front door. “And you’re going straight to hell.”

  The door clicked shut and as gas fumes filled the air, Stuart bucked in the chair to get free but the sturdy chairs held him fast. The zip-ties cut deep into his flesh in his attempt to break free. Why open the window and turn on the gas, it made no sense at all? Behind the gag his wife was screaming and fighting to break the tape, her chair rocking back and forth. Gas fumes filled his lungs, but if he could break the chair, he might get free. He struggled for some minutes before he stopped to listen. A soft humming sound filled the air and a dark shape appeared at the window like a huge insect. In the darkness, he made out the outline of a drone hovering at the kitchen window. The flashlight beam reflected in a lens mounted at the front. What the hell was happening now? The drone made a series of mechanical whines and then shot two projectiles into the room. One of them, a soda can, spun across the table and fell to the floor at his feet. The drone hovered in front of his face for a second or two before lifting into the air and vanishing into the moonless night. A bad feeling crawled up his spine and panic gripped his heart so tight he couldn’t breathe. He’d seen similar IEDs placed inside soda cans to kill US troops during his tour of duty many years ago but they were rigged to explode if someone kicked them. These had been dropped, so maybe not an explosive device after all but what?

  A flash of light blinded him and then the stove exploded. A blast of hot air and flames smashed into him, throwing him to the floor. He lifted his head just as the second explosion tore a hole through the kitchen cabinets. A wall of flames crawled toward him and thick black smoke filled the air. The curtains caught fire in a whoosh. Through the smoke he made out the body of his wife staring, sightless. Heat seared his clothes in a rush of agony. As flames licked his legs, he screamed behind the tape. He couldn’t breathe. A third explosion lifted him into the air. The smell of his flesh burning seared his nostrils. He didn’t hit the ground. It was as if someone had extinguished a candle, the pain vanished and he fell into merciful blackness.

  Thirty-Nine

  It never ceased to amaze Jenna how differently people acted away from an office environment. Inside their FBI room at the Black Rock Falls Sheriff’s Department, the team had a more professional attitude to the case, but sitting around the family room, it felt as if she was losing control. She cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention but the conversation carried on as if she’d suddenly become a ghost. Dave and Carter had completely forgotten they were in the middle of a murder investigation and turned the discussion to the merits of different hunting rifles, and Jo was talking to her daughter Jaime, with one finger stuck in her ear to hear over the chatter. At her feet, Duke and Zorro sprawled on the rug in front of the cold fireplace sound asleep. The house smelled of coffee, the chocolate-chip cookies she’d baked and dog. After perusing her notes again, Jenna tapped her pen on the coffee table, piled high with plates of food, a fresh pot of coffee and the fixings, laptops, and phones. “Can we get back to work? It’s getting late and we haven’t made any headway in the case.”

  “Sure. Kalo should have updated our files by now.” Carter opened his laptop and scanned the page. “Ah-huh, well, he’s sent a copy of the accident report from Mrs. Suffolk’s car wreck. Give me a second.”

  Jenna waited impatiently for Carter to read the documents. It would have been faster to email the files to everyone but he had a way of doing things and although annoying at times, he rarely missed evidence. “Okay, what did he find?”
She poured everyone another cup of coffee and sat back in her seat staring at him.

  “Something interesting.” Carter glanced up over the screen and shrugged. “Personally, I’d have fully investigated this accident and had the vehicle inspected by someone who knows what they’re doing. The official cause is brake failure due to loss of hydraulic fluid but it doesn’t specify if someone tampered with the lines, or the leak was a gasket failure or whatever.”

  “They’d have been looking for a cut in the line but what if the connection was loosened?” Kane added cream and sugar to his cup and stirred slowly. “The fluid loss would have been gradual, so the brakes would have been fine when she left home but gotten worse the more she used them until they failed.” He met Jenna’s gaze. “It would be easy to see if someone had loosened the cable. There’s a ton of dust on our roads and if the connections were clean, there’s a good chance someone tampered with them.”

  Recalling all the engine parts and other motor connected paraphernalia Jenna had noticed at The Crazy Iron Forge, it was obvious that Suffolk had knowledge of vehicles. “You’re saying Suffolk could have tampered with his wife’s brakes, say the night before she left to drive to Blackwater, knowing that she’d have an accident?”

  “It’s possible.” Kane sipped his coffee. “It would be very convenient for him if she died. He’d lost control of her and she’d humiliated him in the eyes of his church.”

  “We know Suffolk was raging mad with Wood. I wouldn’t put it past him to kill his wife and the Woods family and then take Sophie out of spite.” Jo’s brow wrinkled into a frown.

  “Yeah but why kill her?” Carter pushed a hand through his blond hair and yawned explosively. “Oh, sorry. I’m beat.”

  Unsure of where he was going with this line of conversation, Jenna straightened. “Suck it up, Carter, we’re all exhausted. Read the file, if you remember the COD for Sophie Wood was drowning. We can’t pin her murder on Suffolk, the defense lawyer will laugh us out of court.”

  “It may have been an accident. If I was a fifteen-year-old girl who’d been raped by that huge guy, I’d run at the first opportunity, which I figure is exactly what she did.” Carter loaded his cup with sugar. “She ran for her life and probably fell over the falls. I’m still not convinced she wasn’t holed up in the Whispering Caves. It seems too much of a coincidence she was found in Dead Man’s Drop.”

  Conceding he had a point, Jenna nodded. “You may be right about where the bomber was keeping her but he didn’t drown her. So far, the only evidence we have on this killer is the detonator—his MO is different to the DC bombings but you say the signature detonator is unique. So why not a copycat?”

  “The information on the detonator was never released.” Carter took a long drink of his coffee. “The bomber wouldn’t know we found evidence linking the cases at the three DC bombings. It was a high-profile case and the FBI don’t allow anything to slip.”

  Jenna looked at him dumbfounded. “You’re saying the bomber doesn’t know we’ve linked him to all the bombings?”

  “Not that I’m aware.” Carter massaged the back of his neck. “I figure, if he had, he would have tried to retrieved the incriminating fragments but he hasn’t.”

  “And there’s no other cases you can link him to?” Kane flicked Jenna a concerned look before turning his attention back to Carter.

  “Nope and trust me, before we nailed the bomber—or who we thought was the bomber—” Carter gave a nonchalant shrug “—I ran the type of explosive device he used through the databases. Believe it or not, we don’t have that many bombings in America, it’s not usually the weapon of choice for most killers.”

  “I have an opinion about the bombings.” Jo curled her feet under her on the sofa and her gaze rested on Jenna. “It’s not about the explosion, it’s about the fire. All apart from the car bombing have resulted in fire. Fire is cleansing.” She turned her attention to Carter. “How come the agent’s vehicle didn’t catch fire?”

  “The SUV was built to survive a bomb.” Carter shrugged. “The agent was all about safety. POTUS could have ridden inside without a worry. Problem was the agent’s wife carried the bomb into the vehicle with her in her purse, so she took the full blast. There was a minor flare up but nothing inside the vehicle was flammable, so the fire was extinguished in seconds. The agent was struck in the head, likely by the Glock we found in the back seat that came from the wife’s purse.”

  “In her purse?” Kane’s face had turned sheet-white. “How would he have gotten a bomb into her purse?” He stared at him. “How did a bomb get through the security at the front door?”

  “A mobile phone wouldn’t be scrutinized and C-4 wouldn’t show on an X-ray. The killer could have easily assembled the bomb in the men’s bathroom. I’m not sure how he slipped it inside her purse—maybe she left her desk for a moment and he was in the waiting room? Who knows for sure?” Carter looked at him and frowned. “Apparently, the husband picked her up outside her office, she climbed in, and boom. I inspected the scene. I believe she was the target all along but the powers that be insisted the terrorist was hunting down the agent.”

  “I see.” Kane scrubbed both hands down his face and looked at Jenna with disbelief all over his face. “Look at the files, there has to be a link.” He reached into his pocket for a bottle of pills and took two swallowing them with coffee.

  “Headache?” Jo frowned. “Migraine? You’re as white as a ghost.”

  Needing to cover for Kane, Jenna shook her head. “He’s okay. Dave was shot in the head on a case, sometime ago. Smashed his kneecap as well but we caught the serial killer. Since then and a metal plate in his head, he gets the occasional headaches.”

  “You don’t need to make excuses for me, Jenna.” Kane seemed to draw down his curtain of professionalism. “I’ll be fine.” He waved a hand at her. “We need to find a link.”

  “Let’s get to it people.” Jenna went through the DC cases and then back to the Louan bombing. “Hmm, a magistrate’s secretary, a social worker, and a lawyer.” She looked up at Kane. “The only similarity is the social worker.”

  She scanned the files again, went into the backgrounds of all the people involved. She looked up at Carter and the words fell out before she realized the implications. “What were the names of the car bombing victims? I can’t find them in the files.”

  “The file is closed and opening it goes way above our paygrade.” Carter looked at her over the top of his laptop. “They are John and Jane Doe.”

  Jenna went over the other victims’ files, taking her time, and then the similarity slid home. “Oh, I’ve found something. All the victims are involved in family law in some way or another. A family law lawyer, a social worker and the secretary of a Family Court magistrate.” She drew a breath. “Then the Wood family, both husband and wife worked as social workers. The killer has a problem with family law, not FBI agents, unless the agent was involved in arresting him for child abuse or something similar.”

  “No, he wasn’t.” Carter narrowed his eyes at her. “So, you figure I’m right, the wife was the target?”

  “But why target a secretary?” Jo looked aghast. “She wouldn’t have any sway in family court matters.”

  “If you’re correct there’s more of a link than we anticipated.” Kane leaned forward in his seat, his expression granite. “We need to hunt down any cases they were involved in and cross match the names to see if any of our suspects came in contact with the Wood family.” He glanced at his laptop screen. “The Woods moved to Louan recently from Blackwater. Did either of them ever work in DC?”

  “I’ll get Kalo on it first thing in the morning.” Jo observed him closely as if assessing him. “The plate in your head obviously doesn’t interfere with your reasoning. Just out of interest, any side effects?”

  “Apart from the headaches, no.” Kane frowned. “So, you found no evidence at all apart from the detonator in all the cases so far?”

  “Nothing, no footprints,
nobody saw him, we had zip.” Carter popped a toothpick into his mouth. “All remotely detonated, he could have sent them in the mail for all we know.”

  Although the lack of evidence was daunting, Jenna was determined to find the bomber. “Look at what evidence we do have, not what we don’t have. This guy is careful, he’s not going to leave any evidence. Heck we’ve dealt with so many serial killers who do the same thing. They’re smart and these days he’d have to be dumb not to know about DNA evidence. People watch TV shows, they’re fully aware of forensics, which makes our job harder.”

  “But nobody is perfect.” Kane leaned back in his seat and placed the side of his boot on one knee. “They all make mistakes, maybe very small but we usually find them.”

  “Oh yeah.” Jo smiled. “Trophies being their biggest mistake. They know keeping items from a kill is dangerous but they can’t resist it.” She looked at Carter. “Has Kalo found anything on Suffolk to do with explosives?”

  “Nothing specific but he did purchase some Semtex a year ago to blast a boulder from his property. He was building a shed apparently.” Carter looked at Jenna. “Which is good enough for me, he’d have to know how to detonate it. It’s a putty similar to C-4.”

  Jenna couldn’t avoid the eyeroll. “Yeah, I know about Semtex.” She thought for a beat about Suffolk. “At least Suffolk hasn’t directed his anger toward any of us. That has to be a first.”

  “Did you have to say that?” Kane winced. “You know what happens when you tempt fate around here.”

  Jenna laughed. “Moving right along.” She glanced at her notes. “I figure we look at Cleaves and Dexter again. It will mean another trip to Louan but after finding Sophie in Black Rock Falls, we need to know if they were over this way on the day we found her body, same with Suffolk.” She looked around the table. “We know all three men interacted with Wood and they all went to DC at the same time. If we can link one of them to the DC Family Law offices, we have our man. That’s enough for tonight. I figure we’re real close to closing this case now.”