Flesh And Blood by Jonathan Kellerman

She landed on her side.

“Thanks,” he told me. “You gave me a good idea. Yeah, I had plans for her, but this is even better.”

“Happy to oblige,” I said. “But maybe she wasn’t the only one with delusions. Think about what I said: Will Anita and Ben really be happy sharing? Spoiled rich kids aren’t big on gratitude.”

He shrugged. Blood streamed from under Cheryl’s head, oil black in the starlight, and he inched away from the welling pool.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?” I said, not looking at the body. “You’ve got plans for them too. Really think you’re going to walk away with everything.”

He snorted, sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

“I wasn’t lying about the police,” I said. “You’re a prime suspect. They know about your garment biz days, meeting Lauren back when she worked the Mart. Must’ve been a shock when she showed up at the estate with Ben—good old Ben screwing up again, picking up another dumb blonde. He’s got a thing for them, doesn’t he? Uses his experiments to find them and to hit on them, but once he gets them, the poor schmuck doesn’t know what to do with them. Cheryl, Lauren, Shawna Yeager— what happened to her? How did she get in the way?”

That same flicker of confusion in his dead eyes. Cheryl’s blood kept spreading closer to his shoes, and he sidled away, again. Despite myself I looked at her. Life juice leaking from the mop of blond hair, dipping to a low spot between the boards, trickling through. They say sharks can smell a drop in millions of gallons. Was the shark Internet buzzing?

Irving raised the automatic.

“Another blonde,” I said. “But Lauren wasn’t dumb. Anything but. She was a double threat—knew you from the bad old days, the hooker-a-night days. Knew stuff you strongly preferred Anita didn’t find out about. And on top of that, she tells you who she is—what she wants. Talk about insult and injury.”

Irving sighed again. The sweats made him look pudgy. His ponytail made him look like nothing but Mr. Midlife Crisis, and as he aimed the gun at my face, a sick, sour thought flashed in my head: So this is how it happens, a, clown like this. Then: Sorry, Robin.

Then a voice behind Irving shouted, “Kent? What’re you doing? What’s going on?” and Irving blinked and turned as footfalls twanged the pier.

A man running toward us. Irving moving reflexively, the gun arm wavering, realizing his error and pivoting back toward me, but I’d already thrown myself at him and was grabbing for the automatic.

Managing only to jar his elbow.

He fired up in the air.

The new voice said, “Oh, my God!” and Irving slashed out at me and I chopped at him, keeping myself close, fighting for the weapon. A new set of hands grabbed for Irving. Irving, growling now, fired again.

The new voice said, “Oh!” and went down, but Irving had been thrown off balance, and I brought my knee up hard into his groin and, as he doubled over, stabbed at his eyes with my fingertips.

I made contact with something soft, and he screamed and stumbled and I shoved him, kept shoving him, down to the planks, got on top, straddled him, kept hitting him. It had been a while since I’d messed with karate, and what I did to him was more blind rage than martial arts, chopping at his head and his neck over and over and over, using stiff fingers and frozen fists, bloodying my knuckles, slashing and slamming until well after he’d stopped moving.

The gun had landed several feet from his arm. I picked it up, aimed it at Irving.

He didn’t move. His face was pulp.

A few feet away, Ben Dugger moaned. I went to see how he was doing.

35

“WRONG,” I SAID. “Bylight-years.”

Dugger smiled. “About what?”

“About you. About lots of things.”

It was eleven A.M., three days after I’d watched Cheryl Duke die.

During that time Robin had left one message on the machine. Sorry I missed you. I’ll try to call again. . . . No home number was listed for her friend Debby, and when I tried Debby’s dental office, I got voice mail informing me the doctor was out for a week.

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