by Alex Barclay
‘So Shelby Royce was not abducted. She ran.’
Jared nodded.
‘And you gave her somewhere to stay …’ said Ren.
His eyes went wide. ‘Uh …’
‘You gave her the keys to one of the houses on Wildcard Drive, didn’t you?’ said Ren.
He nodded again. ‘I screwed up. I know I did. I screwed up really bad. I liked Shelby. I cared about her …’
‘Did you?’ said Ren.
Jared paused. ‘I … I did. Why?’
‘Did you look for anything in return for helping Shelby out?’ said Ren.
He stared at the ground. ‘I don’t know what you mean …’
‘I think you do.’
‘I don’t.’
‘Jared. I can get a warrant for a DNA sample.’
‘She wanted to do it,’ said Jared. ‘She was the one who wanted it.’
Take a look at yourself. Inside and out. And say that again.
Ren sat in Bob’s office with Gary on speaker.
‘So, the mystery semen is a mystery no more,’ said Ren. ‘Jared Labati blackmailed Shelby Royce into oral sex.’
‘That kid gives me the creeps,’ said Bob.
‘And even worse, it’s his word against ours,’ said Ren. ‘He can keep saying it was consensual, we can keep saying it was rape, but we’ve nothing to back it up. That skeevy piece of shit will still be out there spiking drinks or whatever other fucked-up shit he wants to do.’
‘We can still get him on lying to a federal officer,’ said Gary. ‘Where was he hiding her?’
‘In number three, Wildcard Drive,’ said Bob.
‘We’ll send an ERT,’ said Gary.
‘He went back and forth to her over the weekend,’ said Ren. ‘The last time he says he saw her was Monday night while everyone was at the vigil … when he claims they had this consensual experience. He says he doesn’t know what happened after that.’
‘So,’ said Gary. ‘We know where Shelby Royce went, but where did Joshua and Laurie go? Did Joshua bring her with him and his friends? Did she want to see Shaun White too?’
‘And how did they make it back to Denver?’ said Ren.
‘We need to get Laurie and Joshua in separate rooms and find out what the hell is going on,’ said Gary.
‘I’ll call Cathy Merritt,’ said Ren.
‘Cathy, it’s Ren, did you speak with Joshua?’
‘Yes, yes, I did,’ said Cathy. ‘And I approached it calmly so he wouldn’t flip out and go silent on me. I told him he wasn’t in trouble, but he needed to let me know how he got back from Breckenridge that night. And he refused to tell me.’
Hello? And you’re OK with that? ‘Did he acknowledge he got a ride back with one of his friends?’
‘No,’ said Cathy. ‘He’s saying nothing.’
‘Did your husband speak with him?’ said Ren.
‘Yes,’ said Cathy. ‘But it’s the same thing – he won’t say anything.’
‘But, Cathy, this is a criminal investigation, he can’t just say nothing.’
‘I don’t know what else to do,’ said Cathy.
Be a parent.
Ren called Gary.
‘His parents are being obstructive. If we can’t get the truth out of Josh, I’d like to call the school, get the names of his friends, take a trip to the wonderful world of Facebook, find out which of them went to Breck that night, then stock up on some traffic cam or tunnel footage. Or both.’
‘Where was Laurie Whaley during all this?’ said Gary.
‘Not with her father, that’s for sure.’
By eight o’clock that night, Ren and Colin were sitting in the Merritts’ living room facing Dale and Cathy.
‘Is Joshua still saying nothing about who drove him back from Breckenridge that night?’ said Ren.
‘Yes,’ said Dale.
‘We have tried so hard to get a name from him,’ said Cathy. ‘But you know teenagers. They’re loyal to their friends, they won’t “rat them out”, as they see it. No matter what you threaten them with.’
‘Well,’ said Ren. ‘I tried hard too …’
Cathy frowned. ‘Pardon me?’
‘I tried hard to get the name,’ said Ren. ‘And here’s what I’ve got: ten thirty-two p.m., a car drives through the roundabout in Breckenridge – from the direction of Denver. Eleven twenty p.m., the same car drives back through the roundabout, in the direction of Denver. Then, three a.m., the same car drives through the roundabout and exits toward the Sheriff’s Office.’
Dale and Cathy said nothing.
‘So,’ said Ren. ‘My question is: what were you doing in Breckenridge between the hours of ten thirty-two and eleven twenty p.m. on Saturday, November 14? Because I know that after three a.m., you were in the Sheriff’s Office with me.’
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Dale Merritt sat forward in his seat and Ren realized for the first time the intensity of a man she had thought was a gentle giant. He was clearly someone who would do anything to protect his young.
‘What would you do?’ said Dale. ‘Your son calls you to say that he accidentally hurt his stepsister. Accidentally. He’s in a state of panic. What was I meant to do apart from going to him, and helping him?’
What about Laurie, helping her?
‘Was it accidental?’ said Ren. ‘It doesn’t look accidental to me. You’d have to push someone pretty hard to split their head open on a headboard. This wasn’t just him bumping into her and knocking her down. Colin is going to go talk to Joshua after this, and I’ll be talking to Laurie.’
‘But—’ said Cathy.
Try to argue with me.
‘I’m sorry,’ said Ren. ‘We need to find out what happened for once and for all. I understand your need to help your son, Mr Merritt. What I don’t understand is all the rest of it. All the lying, the covering up …’
‘We know absolutely nothing about what happened between Mark and the babysitter,’ said Cathy. ‘We were as shocked as anyone else. I have no idea what happened there. I didn’t think Mark was capable of anything like that. We just … we just … we did the wrong thing, but we thought … I don’t know what we thought.
We just needed a few days until we worked something out. I don’t know. We didn’t have a plan. We wanted to make sure she wouldn’t tell on Joshua. Dale couldn’t bear to have him taken away.’
‘He was grounded for breaking into a neighbor’s home, is that correct?’ said Ren.
Silence.
‘Laurie had a head injury that night,’ said Ren. ‘What did you do about that?’
‘We monitored her,’ said Cathy.
‘You didn’t bring her to a doctor to get it checked out?’ said Ren.
Cathy paused. ‘We … didn’t think she needed that. If she blacked out, maybe, but she didn’t.’
‘How could you watch your ex-husband go through so much anguish over his missing daughter?’
‘Because he never noticed mine,’ said Cathy. ‘He never noticed my anguish for all those years.’
You scary, scary bitch.
Laurie Whaley was sitting cross-legged against a pile of pillows on her bed. There was an iPod on the bed beside her, a bottle of purple nail polish on the nightstand. She smiled at Ren when she came in.
‘Can I grab this seat?’ said Ren, pointing to the one at Laurie’s desk.
‘Sure,’ said Laurie.
Ren sat down. ‘How are you doing?’
‘I’m good,’ said Laurie. Her gaze was unsteady.
‘I’ve got a few more questions for you,’ said Ren.
‘OK,’ said Laurie.
‘We know now that Joshua came to your hotel room, Laurie.’
Laurie’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t.
‘Do you know why Joshua came to the hotel room?’ said Ren.
Tears welled in Laurie’s eyes. ‘Did you ask him about it?’
‘My colleague Colin is speaking with Joshua right now.’
&nbs
p; Laurie looked everywhere she could, apart from at Ren. She pulled her iPod by the headphones toward her, and started rotating it between her little fingers.
Ren waited. ‘You have to tell me the truth, Laurie. You’re free to talk to me about anything.’
Laurie nodded. She started to wind and unwind the headphones around the iPod.
‘Joshua wanted the code to my cell phone,’ she said eventually. ‘I have two cell phones – one my parents gave me, the other one’s a secret. Joshua got it for me. We both think mom and Dale’s rule is dumb, that they get to see everything in our phones. None of my friends’ parents look at their phones.’
D’ja think?
‘I never take my other cell phone with me when I’m with my parents,’ said Laurie. ‘I’d left it in my room back home.’
‘Is there a particular reason why you need two cell phones?’ said Ren.
Laurie nodded. ‘To have fun. To send jokes to my friends, and to talk to boys and stuff. I know I’m too young to have a relationship … but …’
Relationship. Sweet Jesus.
‘So … the phone … and Joshua …’ said Ren.
‘Joshua knows where I keep it, so he took it, so he could phone his friends in Breck when he got there. But when he went to turn it on, duh, he didn’t have the code. So he came back to the hotel to get the code. He called the desk from a payphone, and asked what room we were in …’
And idiot Jared Labati told him, and said nothing. ‘And what time did he call to the room?’ said Ren.
‘Just after Erica and Dad went to dinner. Like, just after nine.’
‘And what happened?’ said Ren.
‘He totally pushed in the door, and was, like, “what’s your code, Laurie, what’s your code?” I was, like, “Calm down, what’s your problem, what are you even doing with my phone?” And he was, like, “Just give me the effing code, you effing b.” He was crazy,’ said Laurie, out of breath, finally releasing everything she had been holding back. ‘It was freaky. I hadn’t done anything to him. I had actually covered for him, and now he’s, like, going insane.’
‘Where was Shelby Royce at this point?’ said Ren.
‘She was freaking out, too,’ said Laurie. ‘I told her it’s OK, he’s my stepbrother, but she was, like, “It’s not OK. It really is not OK. Something is wrong with him.” She looked terrified. I said “There’s nothing wrong with him, he’s just crazy.” That really bugged him.’
‘What did he do next?’ said Ren.
‘I told him no way was he getting the code,’ said Laurie. ‘No way. I told him that he scared the crap out of me earlier, hiding in the car, and that he was in so much trouble, and that I didn’t want to get the blame, and that he was spoiling everything.’
‘And what did he do?’ said Ren.
‘I told him he was a fat freak …’ Her lips started to tremble.
‘It’s OK,’ said Ren. ‘Take your time.’
Laurie burst into tears. ‘Joshua has never ever hurt me,’ said Laurie. ‘We’d have these little fights, he’d tease me, whatever, but … this was so scary. He kind of jumped at me, and he grabbed my arm, and threw me down on the bed. He pinned my arms above my head, and he, like, stuck his face in mine, and shouted, “Put in your code, you stupid b.”’
‘Where was Shelby at this time?’ said Ren.
‘She tried to reach for the hotel phone, and he threw it across the room. Leo started crying next door, and Joshua said to Shelby, “If you touch that effing phone, if you call one person, I will effing kill you. Go in there, and shut that little shit up.”
‘I’ve never seen Joshua so mad,’ said Laurie. ‘So I grabbed my phone from him, and I punched in the wrong code. Then I did it again. And then I did it one more time.’
‘So he was locked out of the phone,’ said Ren.
‘I told him I knew what he did to the Ronsons and that he was a psycho, but that made him even madder …’
‘And where was Shelby at this point?’ said Ren.
‘She was in the bedroom calming Leo down.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Then she came out and Joshua asked her for her car keys, and she said she didn’t have a car. He pulled out this big pen-knife and started waving it about. I couldn’t believe it.
‘I told him he had to stop, that this was going to get him in so much trouble. Even more trouble. I said that if he just left we wouldn’t say anything, we promised, but he kept saying “You will, I know you will.”
‘Then Joshua grabbed me up by the pajamas and he shook me real hard, and hit my head off the headboard. And then … I passed out. I woke up after that, and he took me out of the room. And then mom and Dale met us and took us home.’
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Ren sat at her desk with her morning coffee and no food. She had typed up her interview with Laurie.
Gary came in and put a Danish on the desk beside her.
‘I had one left over,’ he said.
Ren smiled. ‘Thank you.’
Colin sat back from his desk. ‘OK – I’m done with my interview with Joshua. He is one nervous, jumpy kid. He could barely sit still. You want to keep snapping your fingers in front of his face to get him to focus. He was all over the place. Did you see his room? Shelves of shoot-em-up games. The kid just sits on his ass playing that shit all day. I’d say there were, like, two sports games.’
‘There is something weird about all this,’ said Ren. ‘Something I can’t put my finger on.’ She paused. ‘Hold on – does this latest version of events mean that Jonathan Meester stayed in the Merritts’ house while they went to Breckenridge the first time to get Joshua and Laurie? Or did he leave and come back to make sure someone was there with Joshua and Laurie while the Merritts went back to Breckenridge to address the problem of their “missing” daughter?’
‘The neighbor didn’t say anything about Jonathan Meester’s car leaving,’ said Gary.
‘Whatever the case,’ said Ren. ‘This means Jonathan Meester lied to us too. But why would he cover for them?’
‘Because they’re friends …’ said Gary.
‘Even if his own goddaughter had been hurt?’ said Ren. ‘Wouldn’t his feelings for Laurie Whaley trump any desire to protect Joshua Merritt? I mean, what does he care about Joshua Merritt …’
Gary nodded.
‘At the very least,’ said Ren. ‘Wouldn’t he have called a doctor? MeesterBrandt would have to have a list of doctors they deal with …’
‘Not at chairman-of-the-board level he wouldn’t …’ said Gary. ‘Cell phone records.’
‘I’m on it,’ said Colin.
An hour later, the details came through.
‘We got a call here from Jonathan Meester’s cell phone to a Bradley Temple, MD, at two thirty a.m. Sunday, November 15,’ said Colin.
‘When the Merritts were heading back to Breckenridge,’ said Gary.
Ren Googled Bradley Temple. ‘He’s a doctor here in Denver,’ she said. She searched his name with Jonathan Meester’s. ‘I got another hit here – they were at a pharmaceutical conference in Vegas together two years ago. Nolan Carr was there too. Bradley Temple was one of the “spokespeople” at the event, which was sponsored by MeesterBrandt, and he spoke very highly of their drug Cerxus, and produced some remarkable results of a clinical trial he ran …
‘Weirdness,’ said Ren, scrolling down the list of hits. ‘On the Saturday night of the conference, there’s a small piece in the Las Vegas Sun about a fourteen-year-old boy going missing from the conference hotel. His father was one of the delegates. But it doesn’t name names.’
Ren looked it up in VICAP.
‘A-ha’ she said. ‘Bradley Temple’s wife filed a missing persons report for the Temples’ fourteen-year-old son, Cameron … but he was found alive and well a few hours later. He had gotten into a fight outside a strip club …’ She shook her head. ‘Jesus. Outside a strip club.’
‘I’d say he knocked and he knocked …’ said Colin.
‘So the whole family w
as in Vegas,’ said Gary.
‘No doubt at the expense of MeesterBrandt,’ said Ren. ‘The kid’s probably in high school at the expense of MeesterBrandt. Note to self: find owner of pharmaceutical company and jump in pocket.’
‘Male goes missing in Vegas …’ said Colin.
‘He was fourteen,’ said Ren. ‘Seriously? Does Vegas strike you as the type of place you’d feel safe wandering out into at that age?’
Colin held out his hands and squeezed two handfuls of air. ‘As long as I could find comfort in a big pair of—’
‘Yeah,’ said Ren. ‘Let me guess: you lost your virginity when you were twelve … or your dad brought you to a hooker to make you a man … or the Swedish babysitter jumped you on the sofa one night …’
‘I remember, I had a red Mustang, The Colonel,’ said Colin, ‘and a girl called—’
‘No, no, no,’ said Ren. ‘No. Information. And aren’t cars supposed to have girl names?’
‘Back to our case,’ said Cliff. ‘What are you saying, Ms Ren?’
‘What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas?’
‘If it did,’ said Cliff. ‘Vegas would have fallen into a sinkhole years ago …’
‘All that silicone wouldn’t help,’ said Ren.
‘Saline is the way to go,’ said Colin.
‘Thanks for that,’ said Ren. ‘Let me call my surgeon.’ She pretended to pick up the phone. ‘Hello? I’m calling on behalf of colleague. Mmm-hmm, yes, yes … gender reassignment. He’d like to find comfort in his very own big pair of …’
Ren went back to her computer and ran Bradley Temple through CopLink.
‘Meanwhile,’ she said, ‘it appears that Bradley Temple has been thrown out of two casinos – one in Vegas, one in Baton Rouge. Apparently, both times, he was having drunken money-loss-related meltdowns.’
Ren went back to the Google search results and scrolled down further. She began to get hits on the Cerxus lawsuit.
‘Talk among yourselves, people,’ she said.
A name had jumped out at her: Diana Moore, head of the nursing home in Jackson, Mississippi that Shep Collier funded. A children’s clinic she had run was mentioned in a piece about a consultant psychiatrist, Patrick Kilgallon, who had been questioned in 2008 in connection with accepting kickbacks from Lang Pharmaceuticals to prescribe Cerxus to children between 2002 and 2006.