“Could he be a sex offender?” I asked, thinking of Carl Swain.
I’d seen Swain’s mug shot, so I knew what the guy looked like. Square head, hard-pinched face, short hair, and beady, close-set eyes. He looked meaner than his mother, which surprised me.
“There’s nothing in the profile to say he couldn’t,” Brenner said, “but we don’t think the attacks are sexually motivated.”
“Maybe he has a different motive for adults than he does for children,” I suggested.
I took a glance around the crowded second-floor conference room and saw some head nods and an equal number of shoulders shrug.
“Could be,” Brenner said. “We’ll add that to our profile.”
The FBI agents broke into a discussion about “agenty” things. They brought up the need for a preplanned task force model—no idea what that meant—and a robust information management system to track tips and leads. Agent Brenner thanked us for our time and escorted us out of the conference room.
We returned home—back to Harvard Street—like Atlas supporting the heavens on our sagging shoulders. Clegg was coming over any minute to give us a progress report, and after that we were going back to the hospital to visit Winnie. I wanted to know if they had interviewed Carl Swain yet, and what, if anything, had they gotten from their chat with Edwin Valdez, the purse snatcher? Did Ruth Shane offer up anything helpful? But mostly I was interested in Swain—the guy with a cancer of the soul.
“I’m glad the profile we worked up doesn’t rule Swain out as a suspect,” I said to Ruby.
“Nothing we discussed today rules Clegg out, either,” Ruby said. I shook my head in vehement disagreement. “So he’s killing strangers because he blames me for all the problems in his life?”
“No, John,” Ruby said. “He wants to inflict the maximum possible punishment on you.”
“Do you really and truly believe that, honestly?”
“If I had to rank our suspects, I’d put Swain at the top of the list, too. But it’s just that I’ve been having this gut feeling—”
“Ruby, the universe doesn’t always give us the answer we seek.”
“It’s worked for me every time,” Ruby said.
I was about to say that I thought she was way off base when our apartment buzzer rang. I pressed the intercom, expecting to hear Clegg’s voice.
“Hey, John. It’s Officer Walker,” said the policeman parked outside and assigned to keep watch over the apartment. “I’ve got a guy here named Henry Dobson. Says he knows you. Says he’s an inspector from UniSol Health and he wants to come up.”
CHAPTER 48
Ruby and I looked at each other. She just shrugged.
“Yeah, send him up,” I said into the intercom.
We knew this moment was on the spectrum of inevitability. The Uretsky name was being broadcast every few minutes, across every media outlet, or so it seemed. You’d have to be a pretty bad inspector not to make the connection. We might have fooled Dobson once, but we had no intention of trying to make it twice in a row.
A few moments later I heard a knock on the door. We hadn’t seen Dobson in quite some time, but he looked like the same frumpy, disheveled guy we’d met a while back. We did the handshake thing, and soon as we were all seated at the table, Dobson got to the point of his visit.
“I could have done this all with certified letters,” Dobson said, “but I like you both and I thought you deserved to hear from me personally. It’s about your insurance claim with UniSol.”
I saw no reason to beat around the proverbial bush. “I guess you’ve figured out that we were lying to you,” I said.
“Imagine my shock when I heard the names Elliot and Tanya Uretsky on the news,” Dobson said. “Goodness, I thought you two were dead.”
Ruby grimaced. “We’re very much alive,” she said. “And deeply sorry for what we’ve done.”
Dobson sighed and looked away. “Well, I figured you were okay after I saw the Uretskys’ pictures on TV and realized they weren’t you. Of course, it got me thinking. I still didn’t want to believe it, so I looked up all the Elliot and Tanya Uretskys in the United States, hoping there would be a number of them. Guess how many there were?”
“I’m going to go with less than ten,” I said.
“Try two, and they lived in Medford, to boot. So that’s when I knew . . . I knew I was going to have to issue an amended report to UniSol,” Dobson said. His wan expression appeared steeped in disappointment. “You understand that I have a job to do. Once I make my report, they’re not going to allow you to get any more medication. Your claim is going to be frozen and rigorously investigated.”
“We understand,” Ruby said. “In fact, we’re already cooperating with the police.”
“The police?” Dobson said. “So you’ve confessed to identity theft?”
“Once we heard the Uretskys were found murdered,” I said, “we told them what we’d done.”
I felt Ruby grip my leg underneath the table, so I patted her hand, my way of saying I wouldn’t share the whole truth. Still, I thought dishing out a part of the story wasn’t the same thing as a flat-out lie.
“We’re not suspects in the Uretskys’ murder, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said. “Nobody else knows we stole their identity. If the press finds out, they’ll never leave us alone.”
“I’m not going to tell them, if that’s your concern,” Dobson said. “But I am going to have to report your fraud, and for that I’m truly sorry.”
I told Dobson about our struggles with Atrium Insurance and was surprised to see him looking so upset. Ruby reached across the table and cupped his hand with hers. I didn’t like seeing how tightly the skin clung to the bones of her hands and how loose it hung on her arms. Her face looked thinner to me as well. Damn you, cancer.
“We did this to ourselves,” Ruby said. “It’s not your fault, and we appreciate you coming all the way out here to tell us in person.”
Dobson appeared shaken. “To be honest, I’ve never had a case that made me want to quit my job,” he said. “Until now. I wish I didn’t have to do this. I really, really do.”
Dobson stood up and shook my hand. Ruby came around the other side of the table and gave him a heartfelt hug. “Thank you. Thank you for helping us. I’m so sorry for lying to you,” Ruby said in the embrace.
Dobson returned a sad little smile of his own. “I’m sorry, too,” Dobson said. “I hope they catch him, whoever killed the Uretskys.”
My phone buzzed while Ruby and I were escorting Dobson to the door. I checked the caller ID and saw Clegg’s number come up.
“Maybe this is the answer,” I said to Dobson as he headed out the door. Ruby watched Dobson descend the stairs, waving as he departed, while I answered Clegg’s call.
“What’s up?” I said, anxious for some good news.
“I can’t come over,” Clegg said. “We’ve got an all-hands-on-deck powwow back at the station. Higgins is none too pleased with our progress so far.”
“What about Swain?” I said. “Did you guys speak with him?”
“We did, John. We asked if he would talk to us, and he agreed.”
“And?”
“And nothing,” Clegg said. “He doesn’t have any information. He said he wished he could help us and that he liked the Uretskys because they left him alone. About what you’d expect him to say.”
“What about the search warrant? Can’t you get one?”
“There’s no probable cause here. I told you that already. We did find Tinesha, however.”
That gave me an uptick. “Who is she?”
“She works for Post Boxes Unlimited.”
I groaned.
“What?”
“I used them to get my P.O. box. I guess that’s how I knew her. All he needs is some connection to me to turn someone into a target.”
“Maybe that’s how SHS found out your real identities.”
“Possible.” I sighed into the phone. “What ab
out Edwin Valdez?”
“He’s MIA,” Clegg said. “We’re going to continue to look for him and talk to him only because you think it’s important, but nobody else does. I don’t either, John. The guy was handcuffed, or don’t you remember? Tell me, how could he have called you?”
“Hands-free dialing. Voice-activated calling. There are ways,” I said.
Maybe you didn’t secure the handcuffs, I thought. Maybe you two were working together. . . . Maybe . . .
I waved my hand and banished that suspicion to where I thought it belonged—nowhere.
“Okay,” I said. “Tell me, what’s your take on Swain?”
“He gives me the shivers,” Clegg said, “but then again, all level three sex offenders seem to have that effect on me.”
“So how do we nail this guy? I don’t know anything about evidence gathering and warrants, and you do. Tell me, you think that guy is clean?”
“Even if I do, you’re not going to drop this, are you, John?” Clegg said.
“A murderer is running freely in this city, he’s got Ruby and me in his sights, we’re living every single moment in absolute terror, and if the cancer doesn’t get to my wife first, then the stress we’re under will. So, no, I’m not going to drop this, not for one freaking second am I going to drop this.”
The line went silent for a while—long enough so that I thought maybe his call got dropped.
“Do you really want to go all the way with this, John?”
“I do,” I said. “I really do.”
“Okay. Then this is what we’re doing. At ten o’clock tonight, head out the back door. My meeting with Higgins should be over by then. Nobody is watching your back entrance, so nobody will know you’re gone.”
“Why all the subterfuge?” I asked.
“Because I don’t want anybody to know we’re together, in case things go south. Pick me up in front of Chaps. Dress in black.”
“Sounds ominous. Where are we going? What are we doing?” I asked.
“Me and you are going to break into Carl Swain’s house and see what we can see.”
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I went over to Ruby, who was sitting on the futon with Ginger on her lap. My pulse fluttered. I didn’t know how she’d react to Clegg’s offer. I looked out the window at the gathering darkness, wondering if the adrenaline rush would last up until ten o’clock, or if I’d pass out from nerves beforehand. I thought about it—all the crimes I’d already committed—and realized it wasn’t my nerves that had me jacked to the nines, but rather a feeling of unbridled excitement. I was honestly looking forward to breaking into Swain’s house.
What the heck was I becoming?
“I’m going out with Clegg in a couple of hours,” I said.
Ruby gave me a curious look. “Where are you going?”
“We’re going to take a little drive over to Carl Swain’s house.”
“No!” Ruby said.
“You don’t even know what we’re going to do.”
“Nothing good, I can tell.”
“Ruby, we’ve got to get the police some real evidence, and Swain is the guy. Clegg is willing to help us, so I hope you’ll get over thinking of him as somehow involved. Forget the purse snatcher, too. It’s got to be Swain. He’s a sicko who was watching Tanya Uretsky like a hawk. Now, I’m going back to that house, and I’m leaving there with evidence that’s going to give the police probable cause to execute a proper search warrant and make an arrest.”
Ruby snarled in disgust. “Don’t get all self-righteous on me, John,” she said. “You’re not in charge of capturing this killer. That’s what the police are for. Have Clegg break in and get what they need if that’s what it takes.”
“Clegg won’t go if I won’t go,” I said. “He needs a lookout.”
“So, what? You’re going to go all Rambo on me now?”
“I’m not just doing this for us,” I said. “I’m doing it for Rhonda, for Jenna, your mom, and everyone else this Fiend has terrorized, including us.”
“Then I’m going with you.” Ruby got up, to Ginger’s great displeasure.
“No,” I said—and a firm no at that. “I’ll be fine. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. Please—”
“What about me? You’re going to leave your cancer-stricken wife a widow?”
“Look, I’m not going to take any unnecessary chances. I swear. I’m going to be with Clegg the entire time.”
“Oh, like that’s supposed to make me feel better,” Ruby said, her eyes downcast and her voice sharp with disappointment.
“You’ve got to trust him,” I said. “And we’ve got to do something to get out from under this Fiend. There’s no other way. I’m going, Ruby, and I need your support here.”
Ruby folded her arms and shot me a disapproving scowl that eventually softened into something less hostile. She sighed and fell into my arms, and we swayed a bit with our bodies entwined. “I trust you, John. I really do. If you think this is the only way out from under him, then it’s what we have to do, but,” she said, holding up a finger, “but you’re checking in every fifteen minutes. Text. Call. Whatever. Every fifteen minutes, no exceptions.”
“No exceptions,” I said, kissing her forehead, pulling her closer, and holding on tighter. “Just stay in the apartment while I’m gone. The police are out front, so you’ll be safe.”
I kissed Ruby on the lips and we sat awhile on the futon, draped in each other’s arms. Eventually Ruby fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. When she awoke, I already had on my darkest clothes. Ruby stood up sleepily and greeted me at the front door, holding Ginger in her arms.
“Any last requests?” I asked her, zipping my black Windbreaker.
“Yeah, baby. Come back,” Ruby said.
I smiled, a bit shamefaced, and held up a finger—one point for me, the gesture conveyed—and sang, “Any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you.”
Ruby’s worried expression didn’t budge. Not surprisingly, she didn’t smile back.
Clegg was waiting for me outside Chaps when I pulled up to the curb. Like me, he was dressed head to toe in black.
The first question he asked right after he climbed into Ziggy was, “How’s Winnie?” That wasn’t the sort of thing a killer would want to know. It made me feel even more foolish for having had a fleeting suspicion that my friend and former climbing companion could somehow be embroiled in all this.
“She’s stable, but still unresponsive,” I said. “Ruby and I are going to the hospital tomorrow to see her.”
“If she dies,” Clegg said, his eyes fixed forward, “the DA is going to charge you with second-degree murder.”
I swallowed hard. “Thanks for being such a cheery conversationalist,” I said.
“Just reporting the facts,” Clegg said. “I don’t think you fully understand the trouble you’re in, John. Why do you think I’m going to break into this guy’s house?”
“Um . . . because I saved your life once,” I said.
Clegg chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose that has something to do with it. Let’s go.”
I drove away.
It wasn’t a good feeling being back in this Medford neighborhood again, but for some reason—ill-advised, probably—I believed that we were in the right place and about to do the right thing.
We drove past the Uretskys’ house, which had crime-scene tape splayed across the front door but no police detail keeping watch. Clegg had me park Ziggy a bit down the road from Swain’s house, but with good enough sight lines to conduct some sort of surveillance. I texted Ruby, told her we’d arrived and that all was well. She texted back that she was fine, too, but worried to death and wanted me to know how much she loved me, simple as that.
Clegg and I spent a few minutes sitting in his car, watching Swain’s dark house, looking for lights to come on or other signs that somebody might be at home.
“They could have gone out,” I said. “Mom and son enjoying a
n ice cream.”
“At ten thirty at night? I don’t think so on the ice cream, but they could be out,” Clegg said, agreeing.
“I was kidding about the ice cream,” I said.
Clegg gave me a stern look. “We’re about the break into somebody’s house,” he said. “Now is not the right time for levity.”
Outside the car the hum of nighttime insects provided the soothing soundtrack to suburbia. Clegg glanced at his watch and used binoculars to make a closer inspection. The house was deceptive in its construction. It was built on a sloping hill, so even though from the outside it appeared to be a two-story structure, there was actually a basement accessible from that patio area out back. We couldn’t see if the basement lights were on without checking behind the house. My eyes were again drawn to that odd, windowless structure slapped on top of the garage. It could have been a room—an extension of the attic, perhaps. Maybe someone was hanging out upstairs right now, but there was no way we could tell without going inside.
“So what’s the plan?” I asked.
“The plan is for you stay put and for me to go check around back.”
“I’m going with you,” I said.
“Hey, we’re not Starsky and Hutch,” Clegg said, removing a gun from his ankle holster. He did that thing cops do in the movies, when they make sure their weapon is ready for action—pulling back on something, hearing a click, looking for ammo, whatever. I didn’t know shit about guns. He put on dark gloves and gave me a pair to wear as well. That got my adrenaline flowing again.
“I need you to watch the house and honk the horn if you see any lights come on. If the house is clear, I’ll come back and get you. I want you to be there with me and see this for yourself.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if the search comes up empty, I’m going to need you to drop Carl Swain from your memory banks and spend the rest of your energy looking out for Ruby while we do our job and catch this nut bag. Sound like a plan?”
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