“Yes, and I was just about to call the police … to pick up Wolfgang.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“They’ll need more evidence. We have to put the pieces together, yours and mine. Did you figure out what T.D. meant?”
“Yes.”
I turned my head as Linda’s footsteps approached from down the hall. Craig squeezed back behind the door.
“Linda,” I said. “Wait out-”
But the knob turned and she walked in.
Craig, seeing he was caught, stepped out to reveal himself. Linda let out a shriek.
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay. I was expecting him.”
“Who is he?” She shuffled over to me.
“Craig Foster.”
She did a double take. “What’s going on? Why the hell is he here?”
“He’s innocent,” I said. “He has the rest of the proof. I found something too.”
“Okay,” he said, “enough talk. I can’t stick around here. It’s not safe. Show me what you have.”
“What about what you have?” I said.
“Just get it, okay? I’ll explain soon enough.”
“It’s upstairs.”
I retrieved the bear and brought it back down to the studio. I held it out to him. “This belonged to Kelly. The initials, T.D., were short for Teddy. Kelly hid some things inside.” I pulled out the passport, license, key, and a note. “This is the part I don’t understand.” I handed him the note. “It’s some kind of weird code. I can’t make sense of it.”
He studied it, then smiled.
“Yes,” he said, “this is exactly what I need. You have no idea. Now, we don’t have much time. You have to help me out.”
“What?”
“I need you to drop me off. I left my motorcycle where they can’t find it. Outside of town. I’ll explain everything once we get there.”
“Here,” I said, “just take the keys to my Jeep. You can call and let me know where you left it.”
“You’re not listening. I need your help to do this. And everyone’s looking for me. They might recognize me if I drive.”
“Okay … I’ll drive you.”
“Her too,” he said.
“Why?”
“Why do you think? She’ll spill to the cops the minute we leave.”
Linda sat in the front of the Jeep with me. Craig crouched low in the back.
“Which way?” I said.
“Out to the highway, then hang a left.”
After several direction changes, I realized we were heading toward the old house. As we approached it, Craig leaned over my shoulder. “Park a couple houses down. I don’t want this thing sitting in the drive.”
“Where’s your motorcycle?” I asked.
“Hidden in the garage.”
The three of us hopped out.
“Come on,” he said, “follow me.”
I looked at Linda, and she at me.
“Well, come on,” he said, “before someone spots us. Oh, for …” He grabbed our wrists and began dragging us across the road. “Hurry up.“
We scuttled in and out of shrubbery until we’d reached the back of the house. He finally released us to open the side door of the garage. “See?” He pointed inside at his motorcycle. “Right there. Now do you believe me?”
The minute he turned his back, I gave Linda a push. “Run!”
“What the hell?” he cried, and tore off after her. She didn’t get very far. He caught her and yelled back at me. “Hey, Gwyn.”
I stopped running and turned around.
“Think you should get back here.” He took Linda by the hair, pulled her head back exposing her throat, then casually flipped open a switchblade. He pointed the knife at me. “I really think you should get over here.”
I complied.
“Listen,” he said. “I am innocent. Okay? So don’t make me do things I don’t want to do. Geez.”
“Then let us go.”
“I will, after you help me. Wait ‘til you see what I found. I think you’ll be surprised. Hey, you got a key to this place? My way in could be a little messy.”
“I have a key.”
I turned it in the lock and opened the door.
He pushed us inside. “This way,” he said.
He led us toward the basement, then flipped on the light at the top of the stairs. His eyes shifted to the left and right. “Ever notice how creepy this place is? Gives me the willies. Tripped and almost broke my neck last time I came down here.”
He motioned for us to proceed ahead of him. We started down and the stairs creaked, louder than usual. Something skittered across the floor.
“What was that?” he said, stopping.
I glanced back at him.
“Did you see that?” he said.
“No.” I looked aside at Linda.
“Yeah, you saw it. Fuckin’ rats. Probably got a nest down here.”
“We don’t have rats.”
“Sure. Like I’m seeing things.”
He jabbed me between the shoulder blades, indicating we should continue down.
I shrugged. “Could be Kelly. Maybe she wants to know what you’re doing down here with us.”
“What the fuck you talking about?”
“You don’t know? She still lives here-in the house. You telling me you can’t feel it?” I gazed up at the rafters. “That cold sensation running up your backbone? Like you know somebody’s watching? You said it yourself. The house gives you the creeps.”
“Quit messing with me and shut the fuck up.”
He followed us across the basement. I heard the switchblade click into life.
I glanced back at him-at the knife.
“Oh, you worried about this?” he said. “It’s just insurance. So I don’t have to ask you twice. Stand aside.”
We were directly in front of my father’s tool cabinet. It stood seven feet tall, four feet wide. The doors were open, the tools exposed.
“So, you know about this?” he asked.
“Know about what?” I said.
He tugged hard on the right side of it and it moved. He reached in behind, fooled around with something, then swung the cabinet out. I realized it was on hinges. Behind the cabinet, on the wall, was a door.
“There used to be a padlock on this,” he said. “It took some work, but I finally got it sawed off. Could have used that key you found.”
He opened the door and turned on a light.
“So what do you think?” he asked. “Take a look.”
The room was narrow and long, maybe five feet by twelve, the walls cement block, no windows. The escaping air felt dank and smelled of mold and rotting insect corpses, reminding me of a tomb. To the far left was a floor safe. To the far right, two file cabinets set side by side.
Now I finally understood where the strange noises had come from while my father was still alive. We weren’t supposed to know about his secret room.
“Get in there and sit on the floor,” Craig said. “Put your hands behind your backs.” He shoved us toward the file cabinets.
Linda looked at me, eyes wide with terror.
Craig turned toward the safe, and I nodded over my shoulder at Linda, calling her attention to the screwdriver I’d shoved down the back of my pants. I eased the tool out, sat on it. Craig held up the note I’d given him and examined it. He set the knife atop the safe.
“How did you find this room?” I asked. “In all this time I never knew it was here.”
He ignored me and continued to study the note.
“I’m just curious how you were able to figure it out.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m just wondering, that’s all. I mean, in all these years, I-”
“Okay, just to shut you up, I’ll tell you. Look, this is a partial basement, but if you understand construction, you’d know that even with a partial basement, at least one wall follows the foundation. I noticed while I was searching around down here that
the last basement window up there is a foot away from the wall. Outside, the same window is six feet away. I figured there could be something built between.”
He reached behind the safe and drew out a roll of duct tape.
“And you thought you might find more boxes in here,” I said. “But then you found the safe.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“But you needed the combination. And now I’ve given it to you. Why didn’t you get a locksmith to help you open the safe? You must have known someone.”
“Enough with the twenty questions.” He picked up the knife and came toward us with the tape.
“Craig, don’t … please,” I said. “You don’t have to do this. I promise I won’t cause more trouble. I know you’re innocent. Just let me help you.”
“Then do what I say.”
I watched as he slit the tape with the knife, ready to bind Linda’s wrists. He knelt down, his back to me. I slowly reached beneath me for the screwdriver. The moment he set the knife beside him, I sprang up and plunged the screwdriver down-but his arm shot up and flipped it from my hand.
Blood spread down his shoulder. I’d slashed him, but not deeply.
“Shit,” he yelled, his hand flying up to the wound. “You crazy bitch. You fucking crazy bitch.” He reached over and grabbed me by the throat, crushing my larynx. I fought for air, fought to loosen his grip.
“Promise you won’t cause more trouble, huh? You just wanna help me. Think I’ll let you join your fucking dead sister. First-watch this one die.” He released me and brought the knife to Linda’s neck. A line of crimson droplets appeared.
“No,” I choked out. “You need her. She’s … the only one … who knows-”
“Knows what?”
“The combination … the real one. That one … won’t work. Try it. Just try it.”
He tossed Linda aside and she flopped against the wall. “I just might do that.”
He held the note and began dialing in the numbers. His first attempt failed to open the safe. He tried again. His second attempt also failed.
“Okay, gimme the right combination or I’ll cut you open and gut you right here.”
Linda had passed out, but was beginning to stir.
“What is it?” he shrieked.
Suddenly, the lights went out. I backed across the floor to Linda, gathered her to me. I couldn’t see well, but I could hear something … a soft mournful whisper, like wind corkscrewing through a crack. Then the whisper became louder, more insistent, until it formed recognizable words.
“Don’t … touch …them.”
“What?” he said. “What was that? Who said that?”
The wavering voice grew stronger. “Don’t … touch … them.” The hair rose at the back of my neck. I recognized the voice. Kelly’s.
“You’re dead,” he shouted. “You’re fucking dead. You stay the hell away from me.” His knife cut the air as he swung it to the left and right.
The stairs creaked, and I heard each frightful footfall as Kelly descended.
“I’ll kill you,” he shouted. “I’ll kill you again!”
A blinding light appeared on his face. He held up an arm to fend it off, then screamed, reaching back with the knife.
“Police officers. Don’t move.“
Craig hurled the knife toward his target.
Shots split the air.
Craig squealed out in pain. “God, I’m shot. I’m shot. For chrissake someone help me. Aaarrrggghhh.”
The overhead light came on and I saw Nate holding a gun on Craig. Two other police officers hustled down the stairs. Sue came in right behind them. She pointed at Linda, then shouted, “Get someone in here in a hurry. She’s losing blood.”
“Are you okay?” Sue asked, bending over me.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. We couldn’t get here any sooner. Our man on Linda-he got caught out in the blizzard and couldn’t reach us. We didn’t know you were in trouble right away.”
I watched as medical emergency personnel rushed down the stairs to Linda.
“But … how did you find us? And … I heard …”
“I put a GPS tracker on your Jeep, in the off chance your husband might drive it. When we lost track of Linda, we had to assume she might be with you. The Subaru hadn’t moved off the ridge. So we kept an eye out. Then you parked on the street, not in the driveway, and that made our ears go up. One of my guys snuck around the back, found the garage open, a motorcycle inside. We figured it was Craig’s…. And the voice? That was me. I’m sorry I had to use your sister in that way, but I had to find a way to distract Craig, get him away from you until the police arrived. I’d only listened to Kelly’s voice on the videotape a few times, but I gave it a try, and it worked. It was almost as if she were here, protecting you. I do think she was trying to help me out in the end.”
Chapter 24
Two days later, Caroline met me over at the old house. I’d hired a safecracker, just in case the combination I had in my possession failed to open the safe. I already knew what would be inside, the money Kelly had withdrawn from her account, the mysterious three hundred and fifty thousand dollars that had disappeared, the cash Craig was after.
Care and I watched as Herman R. Mathis, a smiling rail-thin man dressed in gray work clothes, knelt in front of the safe and delicately worked the dial.
“Nope, wouldn’t want to mess around with this one without the combination,” he said, “no you sure wouldn’t. Anyone knows his business would take one look at her and say-no way. Doesn’t surprise me your daddy built a special room for her. You try to drill into this lady and you’ll be in a world of hurt.”
“How come?” I asked.
“Because she’s got cyanide glass packs in the door and the rear of her, plus glass sheets. You drill her and she’ll bite ya-bite ya bad.”
He pulled open the door. “There you go.” He stepped aside. “She’ll be needing some maintenance. After you’re finished here, I could do that for ya.”
“Sure,” I said. “That would be fine.”
“I’ll leave you to your business. You just give me a call when you’re done here.”
“Okay.”
We watched as Herman took the stairs, humming as he went.
I looked at Caroline, then reached inside the safe for one of the largest vinyl packets and unzipped it. Inside lay several stacks of hundreds in bank wrappers.
“Whew, that’s a lot of loot,” said Caroline. “Do you think Craig knew about the cyanide?”
“No idea. Though he must have known other unscrupulous types like himself. They might have told him the safe was rigged. Maybe the cops will drag it out of him.”
“Yeah.”
Caroline helped me stack the packets. I counted them, then tossed them into two plastic garbage bags I’d brought to haul up to the Jeep. Kelly’s stash did appear to be somewhere in the neighborhood of three hundred and fifty thousand, but I’d leave the actual counting to the bank. I planned to give half of the money to Linda, then donate the other half to a charity or some other good cause Kelly would have favored.
“Sure you don’t want a couple of these?” I asked, holding out two stacks of hundreds. “Kelly would approve.” But I already knew Caroline’s answer.
“No, I don’t. But thanks.” She smiled. “I like to keep things simple. But you knew that. Weird, aren’t I?”
“No.”
“I’ll let you buy me lunch though.”
“Sure.”
“So how’s Linda doing?” she asked.
“Better. She’ll have a two-inch scar on her neck, but the plastic surgeon did a nice job. She’s getting therapy too, to help her deal with all this, and she kicked Wolfgang out … although it might only be temporary. She’s ambivalent. Hard for her to let go. She told me she knew what kind of man he was from the beginning, and she knew about the affair with Kelly. Though it practically killed her, she kept quiet, figuring Kelly would eventually tire of him and move on. And she
did. Linda says what she needs now is time alone to sort things out. She’s delayed her trip to Hawaii until she feels up to the flight, but she still plans to go, and she’s taking a girlfriend.”
“She should dump the bastard. I can’t believe he messed around with Kelly of all people. What an ass.”
“I know. Of course, he’s begging her to take him back, give him another chance, blaming it all on Kelly. Unfortunately, Linda won’t have any trouble believing that part.”
“So what did Linda say when Wolfgang asked why you guys left him out on the ridge?”
“Oh, that’s when she hit him with the, ‘I found out you had an affair with my sister,’ info. That was enough. She didn’t have to add that I thought he’d murdered Kelly too, and that Linda wasn’t too sure about him either. She probably knew it wouldn’t help if she decided to take him back. God, I hope she doesn’t. But I can’t convince her. Maybe the therapy will help her see the guy for what he is. She’s not going to tell him she hired a private detective. At this point, I’m not saying anything either.”
“So … what about you and Trevor?”
“I haven’t confronted him about Sylvia. But I will. I also need some time myself, before I say or do anything. Sue is still keeping an eye out though, in the off chance Trevor slips up.”
I heard Annabelle bark, then bark a couple more times for emphasis. I’d left her on a leash in the backyard while Herman was working inside the house. Now she wanted back in. Caroline and I scrambled up the stairs.
I opened the back door and Annabelle jumped up, dancing on hind legs. I scooped her into my arms, releasing her leash. “Well, yes, come in, my little girl. Yes, you can come in now. Did you miss us?” Her tail wagged vigorously.
I glanced back at Caroline. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again. I thought Craig might have killed her. I was terrified to ask.” I nuzzled her nose against my cheek. “Craig broke in through the window in Trevor’s office. My guess is he reached over while he was up there and pushed open the door wall. In all the excitement, Annabelle ran out. Trevor found her wandering outside when he drove up.”
“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” Caroline said. “You should have told me what was going on.”
“I know. And I’m sorry. But I knew you’d tell Nate, and I was buying time until Craig could prove his innocence. I wanted to believe him. He was convincing. After I saw the photos of Wolfgang and Kelly, I was certain. But I started having doubts after Craig broke into the house. He was very agitated. High on something, I think, and angry. When I went upstairs for Kelly’s bear, I decided to forge a note resembling Kelly’s, but with the wrong combination. I didn’t want to give Craig the real one until he’d proved himself. By then, I’d figured out that Kelly’s code was a combination to a lock somewhere. Something just clicked in my head, and I went back and flipped through the photographs I’d taken in my dad’s office. I saw it, Kelly’s code, in the photo taken of the wall near my dad’s desk. The only difference between Kelly’s code and the combination my father wrote down was that part of Kelly’s was in letters, HE IS ME, which corresponded to numbers on a telephone dial, H for four, E for three, etcetera. Dad had scribbled ‘combo’ beside his. I knew there had to be a safe or a storage locker … something … somewhere. I hoped it would provide the identity of Kelly’s killer.”
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