“Yes, all right. Thank you. See you manana, Marlin. Don’t choke on your soup, will you?”
“I’ll have my big-time lawyer here tomorrow, Marty. We’ll just see what he has to say to a dumb cop like you. Hey, I like that guy with you. He’s got a real good voice. Do you happen to know that song, “Sing Me Home Again Before I Die”?
17
YES, I’LL BE HOME FOR A few days, Father, when I can get away. I want to see both you and Mother.”
“You’re satisfied now, Lacey?” The sarcasm was deep and rich in his voice. She felt the familiar churning in her stomach. She had caught the man who’d killed Belinda. Why wasn’t he pleased?
Be calm, be calm. The training academy taught you that. “Yes. I truly never dreamed that I would ever catch him. I’ve even interviewed him twice now. But there is one thing that bothers me.”
“What is that?”
“He claims he only killed six women here in San Francisco.”
“He’s a crazy little psychopath. They’re liars all the way to their genes. I know, I’ve sentenced enough of them.”
“Yes, I agree. I don’t know why I mentioned it, really. But it’s curious-he listed the names of the women he killed. He left out Belinda.”
“So he forgot her name.”
“Possibly. But why didn’t he forget one of the others? You know I’ll be doing all sorts of checking now to make certain he did kill Belinda.” She realized what she’d just said but had no time to apologize. Her father said in his low, controlled voice, “What are you saying, young lady? You think it’s possible some other man killed Belinda? Someone who copycat-ted this Jones guy? Who, for God’s sake?”
“I didn’t mean that, Dad. I know Marlin Jones killed her, that he’s just playing some sort of twisted game with me. But what game? Why leave out her name specifically? Why not one of the others? It doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Enough of this bullshit, Lacey. And that’s all it is, just plain bullshit. He could have left out any name. Who cares? Will you come home this weekend?”
“I’ll try, but I want to speak to Marlin Jones at least one more time. But, Dad, when I come home, it will just be for a few days.” She drew a deep breath and closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. “I’m going to stay in the FBI. I want to keep doing what I’m doing. I can make a real difference.”
There was silence. Lacey didn’t like herself for it, but she couldn’t help it. She started fidgeting. Finally, her father said, “Douglas has made a stupid error.”
He was letting it go, at least for now. “Well, he’s married, if that’s what you mean.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. The woman went after him, then lied about being pregnant. Douglas has always been very careful about taking precautions. I tried to tell him to have blood tests, get positive proof that the child was his, but he said there was no reason for her to lie. He was wrong, of course. The bitch got him. He told me he wanted a kid, that it was time. She wasn’t even pregnant. Douglas was a fool.”
“Didn’t Douglas want kids with Belinda?”
Her father gave a hoarse laugh. He didn’t laugh often. It sounded strange and rusty, and a bit frightening. Her fingers tightened around the phone. “Remember who her mother is, Lacey. Naturally he wouldn’t want to take the risk of any child being as crazy as Belinda’s mother.”
“I can’t believe he told you that.”
“He didn’t, but I’m not stupid.”
She hated this. Usually he was sly in his insults to his wife, but not now. “She’s my mother as well.”
“Yes, well, that’s different. I am your father. There’s nothing crazy in you.”
Hadn’t he told her not two weeks before that her obsession reminded him of her mother’s early illness? She shook her head, wanting to hang up, and knowing she wouldn’t. “I never met Belinda’s father.”
Her father said coolly, “That’s because we’ve never mentioned him to you, there was no need. Indeed, Belinda didn’t even know what happened to him. Again, there was no reason to be cruel about it.”