‘Where do you predict he might have gone after leaving the morgue this morning?’ Tucker asked Wesley.
‘I don’t think he’s left the area,’
‘Why?’ Tucker asked.
Wesley looked at me. ‘I think he wants to be where we are.’
‘What about his family?’ Tucker then asked.
‘They are near Beaufort, South Carolina, where they recently bought a sizable pecan plantation on an island. I don’t think Gault will go there.’
‘I don’t think we can assume anything,’ Tucker said.
‘He’s estranged from his family.’
‘Not entirely. He’s getting money from somewhere.’
‘Yes,’ Wesley said. ‘They may give him money so he will stay away. They are in a dilemma. If they don’t help him, he may come home. If they help him, he stays out there killing people.’
‘They sound like fine upstanding citizens,’ Tucker said sardonically.
‘They won’t help us,’ Wesley said. ‘We’ve tried. What else are you doing here in Richmond?’
Tucker answered, ‘Everything we can. This asshole’s killing cops.’
‘I don’t think cops are his primary target,’ Wesley stated matter-of-factly. ‘I don’t think he cares about cops,’
‘Well,’ Tucker said hotly, ‘he fired the first shot and we’ll fire the next.’
Wesley just looked at him.
‘We’ve got two-person patrol cars,’ Tucker went on. ‘We’ve got guards in the parking lot, primarily for shift change. Every car’s got a photo of Gault, and we’ve been handing them out to local businesses -those we can find open.’
‘What about surveillance?’
‘Yes. Places he might be. They’re being watched.’ He looked at me. ‘Including your house and mine. And the medical examiner’s office.’ He turned back to Wesley. ‘If there are other places he might be, I wish you’d tell me.’
Wesley said, ‘There can’t be many. He has a nasty little habit of murdering his friends.’ He stared off. ‘What about State Police helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft?’
‘When the snow stops,’ Tucker said. ‘Absolutely.’
‘I don’t understand how he can sneak around so easily,’ said Janet, who most likely would spend the rest of her working life asking questions like that. ‘He doesn’t look normal. Why don’t people notice him?’
‘He’s extremely cunning,’ I said to her.
Tucker turned to Marino. ‘You have the tape.’
‘Yes, sir, but I’m not sure . . .’ He stopped.
‘You’re not sure of what, Captain?’ Tucker lifted his chin a little.
‘I’m not sure they should see it.’ He looked at Janet and Lucy.
‘Please proceed, Captain,’ the chief said curtly.
Marino inserted the tape into the VCR and cut the lights.
‘It’s about half an hour long,’ his voice sounded as numbers and lines went by on the television screen. ‘Anybody mind if I smoke?’
‘I definitely mind,’ Tucker said. ‘Apparently, this was what we found in the video camera inside Sheriff Brown’s house. I have not seen it yet.’
The tape started.
‘Okay, what we got here is Lament Brown’s upstairs bedroom,’ Marino began to narrate.
The bed I had looked at earlier today was neatly made, and in the background we could hear the sound of someone moving.
‘I think this was when he was making sure his camera was working,’ Marino said. ‘Maybe it’s when the white residue got on the wall. See. Now it’s jumping ahead.’
He hit the pause button and we stared at a blurred image of the empty bedroom.
‘Do we know if Brown was positive for cocaine?’ the chief asked in the dark.
‘It’s too early to know if he had cocaine or it’s metabolite, benzoyleconine, on board,’ I said. ‘All we have right now is his alcohol level.’
Marino resumed, ‘It’s like he turned the camera on and then off and then back on. You can tell because the time’s different. First it was ten-oh-six last night. Now it’s suddenly ten-twenty.’
‘Clearly, he was expecting somebody,’ Tucker spoke.
‘Or else they was already there. Maybe doing a few lines of coke downstairs. Here we go.’ Marino hit the play button. ‘This is where the good stuff starts.’
The darkness in Tucker’s conference room was absolutely silent save for the creaking of a bed and groaning that sounded more like pain than passion. Sheriff Brown was nude and on his back. From the rear we watched Temple Gault, wearing surgical gloves and nothing else. Dark clothes were laid out on the bed nearby. Marino got quiet. I could see the profiles of Lucy and Janet. Their faces were without expression, and Tucker seemed very calm. Wesley was beside me, coolly analyzing.