Vicious: The Faces of Evil Series: Book 7

by Webb, Debra

  Insane, just insane. “Are you certain you can trust this contact?”

  He leaned closer still. “One hundred percent.” He searched her face for a moment, his own dead serious. “Danny boy is in real trouble, Jess. Real trouble.”

  The smell of onions and grilled beef hit her in the face and her stomach contracted hard.

  Oh Lord.

  “I’ll be back.” She grabbed her AT&T bag, scooted out of the booth and headed for the bathroom.

  Lori slid off her stool and caught up with her. “You okay?”

  Jess paused at the ladies’ room door and took slow, steady breaths to try and calm her belly. “I think I ate that burger too fast.”

  “Let me have a look inside,” Lori suggested, “and then I’ll get out of your way.”

  Jess nodded. She didn’t trust herself to open her mouth again. Lori entered the ladies’ bathroom and had a look around. As soon as she was back in the corridor, Jess hurried inside.

  Lori walked back to the bar. She took her seat but kept her attention on the entrance to the short corridor that led to the bathrooms. Jess had looked damned pale. The fire had obviously shaken her more than she realized. It was a miracle she could get through the day with all that was going on. The stress was taking a serious toll.

  Corlew strolled over to the bar and ordered a beer. He took a slug and sighed. “Better.” He jerked his head in the direction Jess had disappeared. “She okay?”

  “I think so. It’s been a rough couple of days.”

  He made a sound of agreement. “I’ve got a feeling it’s not going to get better any time soon.”

  Lori suspected he was more right than he knew. Buddy Corlew was a private detective now but he’d once been a BPD cop. He’d gone to school with Jess, and Lori sensed he still had a thing for her. He was a good-looking guy, but nothing like Dan Burnett. Corlew was the jeans wearing, ponytailed type. For all his cocky attitude and tough guy exterior he was damned good at his job. He’d earned himself the nickname the Tracker. But if he had his sights set on Jess, he was wasting his time.

  “Buddy Corlew!”

  Corlew turned toward the door. Lori leaned past him to see who had shouted his name. It sounded like… Chief Black?

  As Lori watched, Chief Black, followed by two of his detectives and four BPD uniformed officers, crossed the room.

  “Buddy Corlew,” Black repeated as he stopped a few feet away, “you are under arrest for bribery and obstruction of justice.”

  Corlew laughed. “That’s a good one, Black, but this isn’t April Fool’s day and I’m in no mood to play with a joker like you.”

  Roark, Black’s ranking detective, stepped forward and recited the Miranda Rights.

  Corlew glanced at Lori. “Get Channing Cole on the horn. Tell him I need to call in that marker he owes me. Now.”

  Lori nodded and reached for her cell.

  What the hell was happening here?

  Jess had barely made it to the toilet before the burger retraced its path. She grabbed another wad of toilet paper and wiped her mouth. The wheeze and whine of the hydraulic closer on the bathroom door warned that someone had entered. It was a three-stall facility so that was no surprise. Still, she reached into her bag for her weapon as she got to her feet and readied to face whoever had paused at the open door of her stall.

  “Don’t be afraid, Deputy Chief Jess Harris.”

  Jess didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know who had decided to pay her a visit. The fingers of her right hand closed around the butt of her new Glock as she straightened. She turned, her weapon leveled on the first person to come into view.

  Selma Vance. The barrel of the blonde’s handgun was already aimed at Jess’s face.

  Well hell.

  Behind Selma, her sister Olive leaned against the bathroom door, her weapon trained on Jess as well.

  Maybe this was why she’d always resisted the idea of children. Jess was barely pregnant and already this kid had her in trouble.

  No problem. As long as she was still breathing, Lori would be making an appearance any second now.

  “Why would I be afraid, Selma?” Jess smiled as if all were right in the world. “My job is to serve and protect. How can I help you and Olive?”

  The sisters exchanged a glance.

  That couldn’t be good.

  A hard rap on the door followed by, “Chief, you okay in there?”

  “Careful,” Selma whispered.

  “Just that barbecue I had for lunch, Lori. I’ll be out in a minute.” Jess prayed Lori got the message.

  “You need some Tums, ma’am,” came her detective’s response.

  “Give me two minutes for Christ’s sake.” She rolled her eyes before meeting Selma’s again. “I never get a minute to myself. Now, where were we?” Jess worked hard at appearing calm, but her heart was about to beat its way out of her chest. Her stomach was churning like there might be an encore coming. She sure wished those sleek black barrels weren’t so damned close.

  “We were chosen as messengers,” Selma explained. “Our task is almost complete.”

  “You have a message for me?” Jess tightened her hold on her Glock. Told her heart to slow just enough so she could hear herself think over the blood pounding in her ears. “Why don’t we put these guns down and talk about it.”

  Ignoring the suggestion, Selma passed her weapon to her sister. Olive promptly leveled it back on Jess while her sister pulled a necklace from beneath her blouse. A small glass vial hung from the silver chain. Looked like blood inside it.

  Was it tainted with Curare? Jess steeled herself. Considered whether or not to take the shot. But then the sister would fire one or both of the weapons she held.

  Not a good outcome for anyone involved.

  “I kept it close to my heart so it would stay warm,” Selma explained.

  Jess’s throat tightened. Shit. “Is that for me?”

  Selma nodded. “It’s his blood.” She opened the vial, poured a little on her fingertip and reached out to dab it on Jess’s forehead.

  Jess held her breath. She could yank Selma into the stall as a shield and just start shooting at Olive.

  “And the blood shall be to you for a token.” Selma drew circles on Jess’s forehead, using the blood like paint.

  “When they see the blood,” the sisters chanted together, “they will pass over you and you shall not suffer death as his enemies are destroyed one by one.”

  Selma lowered her hand and stared into Jess’s eyes. “For you are his, now and forever.”

  Jess braced for the climax. “Why don’t we lower our weapons and talk about this? Your parents are on their way home, Selma.”

  Olive passed Selma’s weapon back to her.

  “Your mother’s very worried about you,” Jess said a little louder. “All you have to do is put your weapons down and we can clear both of you of wrongdoing. You’re not responsible for what Ellis forced you to do.”

  The sisters smiled and started speaking in unison again. “Our quest is complete. Good-bye, Deputy Chief Jess Harris.”

  Before Jess could fathom their intent the sisters turned to each other, embraced and kissed, each jamming the barrel of her weapon beneath the other’s chin.

  Jess shouted for them to drop their weapons. The bathroom door burst inward. The handguns discharged simultaneously. Jess jerked with the sound. Blood and brain matter splattered the walls and the Vance sisters’ bodies dropped to the floor.

  Reminding herself to breathe, Jess turned to Lori. The front of her blouse and her face were speckled with blood. She looked as rattled as Jess felt.

  Lori abruptly bolted toward her. “Oh my God! Are you hurt?”

  Jess shook her head, the emotions she’d been holding back bursting forth now. “I’m… not. No.”

  Lori suddenly hugged her. “I let you down. You could’ve been killed. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  Jess’s gaze landed on her reflection in the mirror over the sink. />
  The circles on her forehead were entwined… the infinity symbol.

  For you are his, now and forever.

  24

  10:30 p.m.

  Eric stood back and admired his gift. “It’s magnificent, Richard.” He turned to his old friend. “You have outdone yourself this time.”

  “My pleasure, Eric.” Richard smiled. “It’s not everyday a man such as myself has the privilege of working with a true master.”

  Eric made a sound of satisfaction. His entire body responded to the painting. The likeness was so real… stunningly so. Jess had been captured standing on a sidewalk, the sun making her skin glow, the wind toying with her long blond hair. The dress hugged her slender body. He hardened just looking at her.

  “Your daughter’s work is exquisite, Richard.”

  “She sacrificed a great deal to find just the right mixture of passion and excitement. She and her sister bathed in the inspiration I helped them discover.” Richard smiled. “As you well know, the true beauty of life is only found through death. It was an incredible journey for all of us.”

  “I’m certain it was.”

  Eric lifted the beautiful painting and carried it to the place of honor he had reserved. The small Band-Aid in the bend of his elbow reminded him he’d forgotten to remove it after giving the vial of blood to Richard. He ripped it off now and stuffed it into his pocket. A shiver of desire went through him at the idea that Jess had been marked with his blood.

  The entire event had been timed perfectly. His friend in Birmingham’s police department had not let him down. Eric’s attention went back to the exquisite painting. “The frame is perfect, Richard.”

  As was the one now surrounding Chief of Police Dan Burnett.

  “It had to be.” Richard picked up the tumblers of scotch from the bar and joined Eric at the fireplace. “Such a superb piece of art deserves nothing less.”

  Eric accepted his glass. “Where to now?”

  “Some place in the Caribbean, I think. I’m looking forward to sandy beaches and warm water. I’m confident I’ll find students eager to learn.”

  Eric smiled. “I’m certain you will.”

  “And you,” Richard inquired, “how long will you be staying in the Magic City?”

  Magic City. Perhaps it was quite magical. “Just until my work here is finished.”

  Richard tapped his glass to Eric’s. “To your success in all things.”

  “Hear, hear.”

  They downed their scotch and Eric showed Richard to the door. Once his old friend was gone, he locked up and returned to admire his painting.

  He poured himself another splash of scotch and lifted his glass. “To you, Jess.” His heart beat a little faster as he admired her image. “You’ll be mine soon.”

  25

  9911 Conroy Road, Saturday, August 28, 2:10 p.m.

  Jess poured the second bag of popcorn into the big plastic bowl.

  “I’ve got the Pepsis,” Dan said as he kneed the fridge door closed.

  “You don’t have to drink Pepsi just because I am,” Jess reminded him.

  He kissed her cheek and grinned. “I want to. I plan on sharing the entire experience.”

  Jess laughed. “Do you plan to wear the empathy belly, too?”

  “Maybe not quite that much sharing.” He reached for her tummy. “But I’ll be happy to rub yours. And your back and shoulders. Legs. Wherever you need attention.”

  “I plan to hold you to that, mister.” She’d heard her sister complain about all sorts of pregnancy aches and pains. “You know we have to tell Lil tomorrow.” She absolutely could not put that conversation off any longer. “She’s invited us to lunch.”

  “We’ll tell my folks, too.” He plopped down on the sofa and grabbed the remote. “They’ve invited us to dinner tomorrow night.”

  Jess bit back a groan as she trudged barefoot over to join him on the sofa. “Can’t we do that later? Like next year?”

  “Be nice. My mother will be over the moon.”

  Jess poked her hand in the bowl of warm popcorn. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “She’ll want to know when the wedding will be.”

  Jess scoffed. “She does not get to plan anything about our future. Are we on the same page with that, Burnett?”

  “We’re on the same page.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn. “This is about us and our son.”

  “Daughter,” she countered. No boys. She would be totally lost and Katherine would use that as an excuse to plow her way into Jess’s business. She could hear her now: I raised Dan and look how well he turned out.

  “The insurance adjustor is coming on Monday,” Dan said. “According to the fire marshal, the house is a total loss.”

  Jess turned to him. “You heard from the fire marshal?”

  He nodded. “Arson. There’ll be an investigation but we all know who’s responsible.”

  Jess wished her throat didn’t feel so tight. “What about Black? Is he backing off?” Corlew was out on bail. She felt terrible about his arrest. Her efforts to help Dan had further complicated things, it seemed. She had told Dan what Corlew learned. Dan didn’t trust him and was nowhere near ready to throw Black under the bus. Jess was past ready.

  “He can’t back off. He’s in charge of the investigation. He has to prove I didn’t burn my own house down to destroy evidence.”

  “I cannot believe he would even suggest such a thing!” She wanted to shake Dan.

  “He has to do this by the book, Jess. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean he can cut me any slack.”

  “Right.” Jess shoved more popcorn into her mouth to prevent saying something she would regret.

  “Manning called while you were in the shower.”

  “You’re just telling me this now?” She’d taken a shower at least two hours ago. If he started protecting her from phone calls, she was really going to give him what for. “Any news on Rory Stinnett?” Jess held her breath, prayed they had found her safe and sound.

  Dan shook his head. “Nothing on Stinnett. Manning called about Richard Ellis. He tried to leave the country this morning. They caught him.”

  “That’s good news! Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

  “He was in holding less than an hour when he attacked another prisoner and was killed.”

  Anything he might have been able to tell them about Spears was lost. Dammit. “They should’ve put him in a cell by himself.”

  “True.”

  Jess shuddered each time the double suicide of the Vance sisters replayed in her head. Dan had done the next of kin notification. Jess was grateful. Lori was still blaming herself for being distracted when she was supposed to be watching Jess. Whatever anyone else thought, Jess wasn’t buying the idea that Black’s arrival had been coincidence.

  Was there anyone besides Dan and her team and maybe Corlew that she could trust?

  How could Spears reach into the department like that? Or maybe Dan was right and she was being paranoid.

  Another shudder quaked through Jess at the thought of the vial of blood Selma had marked her with. It was supposedly Spears’s blood. Whoever it belonged to, it was at the lab now.

  Selma’s cell phone held several other videos. One of Templeton and Burgess at a club before their murder. Ellis had been captured seated at one of the tables in the background. Jess assumed that was the reason she hadn’t received a video prior to those murders as she had with the others.

  There were two videos of Jess and dozens of photos. The sisters had been following her well before the first victims were found. That was probably the part that bugged Jess the most.

  How many other freaks out there were doing the same thing?

  “The game’s about to start.” Dan adjusted the volume on the television he’d insisted on buying for her apartment. It was a guy TV. Big, with all the bells and whistles. Jess didn’t really mind. It made him happy. She wouldn’t complain about it as long as he didn’t complain
about her homework case board.

  Dan’s arm went around her and he pulled her close. “Thank you for agreeing to watch the first game of the season with me.”

  “Just don’t expect me to watch them all.”

  He laughed. “We’ll be too busy building our new house and picking out nursery colors.”

  And obstetricians and maternity clothes.

  The popcorn suddenly turned into a massive lump in her stomach.

  The alarm sang out, warning that someone was coming up the outside stairs that led to her door.

  Dan shot to his feet and went to the monitor. He winced. “It’s your landlord.” He glanced at Jess. “He’s carrying a package.”

  Jess set the popcorn on the coffee table and hopped up. She straightened her t-shirt and made her way to the door. She ran her tongue over her teeth. Damned husks.

  The bell rang and she opened the door. “George! Come in.”

  Dan was right. He was carrying a package. A large white one wrapped with a pink bow.

  “I don’t want to disturb you,” he said with a glance toward Dan, “I know it’s almost game time.”

  “You’re not disturbing us. Have a seat. You’re welcome to watch the game with us.” It was the least she could do for a lonely old man.

  “Thank you.” He settled on the sofa next to Dan the big white box in his lap.

  “Would you like a Pepsi, George?”

  “No, thank you. I have to watch my sugar intake.”

  “Water?”

  He nodded. “Please.”

  Jess grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and joined the two men on the sofa. “What’s in the box?”

  “Oh.” George set the water on the table and offered the box to Jess. “This is for you. Your friend dropped it off.”

  Fear clamped like a vise around her chest. She instinctively drew away from the package. “My friend?”

  “What did this friend look like?” Dan was on his feet reaching for the package. “When was it delivered?”

  George frowned, holding onto the box like a kid who didn’t want anyone else to play with his toy. “She was tall with red hair.” He looked from Dan to Jess and back. “She was here just a few minutes ago. I was watering my flowers. She said she didn’t want to interrupt your afternoon.”