"Fine by us, Your Honor." Roca said. "Mr. Jade has been identified by his victim as a kidnapper and rapist. Additionally, the Sheriff"s Office considers him a suspect in the brutal murder of one of his employees."
"With all due respect, Your Honor, Mr. Jade can"t be penalized for a crime for which he has not been
charged."
"Yeah, I caught that one in judge school," the Honorable Ida Green said sarcastically. Ida, a tiny redheaded New York transplant, was one of Landry"s favorite judges. Nothing impressed Ida, including Bert Shapiro.
"Your Honor, the prosecution"s case-"
"Is none of my business. This is a bail hearing, Mr. Shapiro. Need I enlighten you as to basicproceedings?" "No, Your Honor. I remember vaguely from law school." "Good. You didn"t waste your parents" money. Bail is set at five hundred thousand, cash." "Your Honor-" Shapiro began. Ida waved him off. "Mr. Shapiro, your client"s clients spend that much on a horse without batting an eye.
I"m certain if they are as devoted to Mr. Jade as you are, they"ll help him out."
Shapiro looked p.i.s.sed.
Roca took the inch and went for the mile. "Your Honor, as Mr. Jade has lived in Europe and has many
contacts there, we consider him to be a flight risk."
"Mr. Jade will surrender his pa.s.sport. Anything else, Ms. Roca?"
"We request Mr. Jade be required to submit to a blood test and give a hair sample for the purposes of
comparison to evidence in custody, Your Honor."
"Make it so, Mr. Shapiro."
"Your Honor," Shapiro argued. "This is a gross invasion of my client"s person-"
"A colonoscopy is a gross invasion, Mr. Shapiro. Hair and blood samples are so ordered."
The proceedings ended with a bang of the gavel. Trey Hughes got up, went to the front of the courtroom, wrote a check for the clerk, and Don Jade was a free man.
I rewound the tape again.
I wondered if Landry"s people had found any of the other videotapes Erin had spoken of in Bruce Seabright"s possession. If they had, I hoped he would be arrested and charged with something- hindering, withholding evidence, conspiracy, something, anything. Regardless of the outcome of Erin"s ordeal, regardless of the origin or motive of what had happened, Bruce Seabright had exhibited a depraved indifference to human life.
I thought about the tape of Erin"s beating, which I had not seen, but which Landry had described to me as brutal. An eye for an eye, Bruce, I thought.
I hit the play b.u.t.ton for the one tape I had.
How many times had I watched this? I didn"t know. Enough that I should have seen every detail there was to see, yet I felt compelled to play it again and look for things I hadn"t, couldn"t, wouldn"t see. Again and again, and still something bothered me, a feeling that nagged at the edge of my consciousness, and another I as yet could not put a finger on.
The van approaches. Erin stands there.
The van stops. Erin stands there.
A masked man jumps out. Erin says, "No!"
She tries to run.
I hit pause, freezing the image. A thick band of snow ran across the faces of Erin and her pursuer as they ran toward the gate. Without seeing her expression or his mask, the shot might have taken on any meaning. Out of context, the two people might have been lovers chasing each other out of joy. They might have been people running from a disaster or to the rescue of others. Without expression, they were two torsos in faded jeans.
The sluggishness of Erin"s reactions bothered me. Was it disbelief? Was it fear? Or was it something else?
I let the tape run forward, watching the man catch her roughly from behind and spin her around. She kicked him hard. He backhanded her across the face with enough force to knock her almost off her feet.
Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Violence that was completely real. I couldn"t deny it.
I watched him shove her down from behind and drive her face-first into the dirt. I watched him jab a needle into her arm. Ketamine. Special K. Drug of choice of rave-goers, date rapists, and small animal vets.
Erin had used party drugs in the past. She herself had told Landry it was the drug that had been used on her. How would she have known that unless her captors graciously filled her in, unless she had a working knowledge of the drug herself?
I thought about the things Erin had told Landry, the things she had not told Landry, the pieces of her story that didn"t all fit the same puzzle.
She was sure Jade was one of the kidnappers, but she had never actually seen him. She was sure it was him-the man she"d had a thing for, the man she had supposedly dumped Chad for. Yet, without ever seeing his face, she could believe he would brutalize her. Why? Why would she think it? Why would he do it?
And while she was dead certain Jade was one of her captors, she didn"t have a clue about his partner.
Then, after raping her, beating her, drugging her, and not getting the ransom for which they had gone to such elaborate lengths, her abductors simply drove her around and let her go. Just like that. And not only had they let her go, they had given her clothes back to her, even her bracelet.
I didn"t believe her. I didn"t believe her story, and I would have given anything to change that gut feeling. I wanted to doubt my own instincts as I had doubted them every day since Hector Ramirez had been killed. What irony that through this case I had gained back a belief in myself, and yet, I wanted nothing more than to be wrong.
I thought of Molly and wished I could have cried.
I would have prayed to be wrong, but I have never believed any higher power ever listened to me.
Feeling ill, I rewound the tape and forced myself to watch it again, this time in slow motion, so that I might even more closely scrutinize it, looking for something I was afraid I wouldn"t find.
The quality of my equipment was average. Landry would have a much better look at the tape with all the high-tech equipment at the lab. Still, as I watched the tape second by second, I had a good view. Throughout the filming, the camera had remained focused fairly tightly on Erin, she appeared to be no more than eight or ten feet away. I could see that her hair was pulled back in a clip, she was wearing a tight red T-shirt that showed off her flat belly. Her jeans had a little white spot on one thigh.
As her a.s.sailant caught her by the arm, I could see she was wearing a watch. But I didn"t see the one thing I wanted desperately to see.
Prowling the guest house like a caged cat, I thought of the people involved in Erin"s life: Bruce, Van Zandt, Michael Berne, Jill Morone, Trey Hughes, Paris Montgomery. I wanted Bruce to be guilty. I knew Van Zandt was a murderer. Michael Berne had a motive to ruin Don Jade, but kidnapping made no sense. Jill Morone was dead. Trey Hughes was the center of all their universes. And then there was Paris Montgomery.
Paris and her backhanded loyalty to Don Jade. She had as much to gain by Jade"s ruination as Michael Berne-even more. She had labored in Jade"s shadow for three years with her cover-girl smile and her love of fine things and her hunger for the spotlight. She had run his life, run his barn, run interference.
I thought of the small, destructive "truths" Paris had confessed to me about the death of Stellar, even as she defended Don Jade. If she would say those things to me, what slivers of doubt was she putting into Trey Hughes" mind every time she slept with him?
On the morning Jill Morone"s body had been found, Paris had been supervising Javier"s cleanup of the crime scene. Even as she called their insurance adjuster about the damage to Jade"s clothing and personal effects, she"d had Javier cleaning up the mess. I wondered now if news of Jill"s murder had been a surprise to her at all.
I thought of the supposed rape and Landry"s feeling that it might have been staged. I thought of Jill"s body buried in the manure pit at barn forty, where it would surely be found. And when it was found, who would be the first suspect? Don Jade.
His clients might tolerate a few scandals, but the murder of a girl? No. Kidnapping? No. And with Jade out of the picture, and few wealthy patrons to believe in him, who would benefit most? Paris Montgomery.
I called Landry and left a message on his voice mail. Then I turned off the television and left the house.
At one end of the barn Irina was stretched out in a lounge chair in a bikini top and short shorts, dramatic black sungla.s.ses shading her eyes. "Irina," I called on my way to my car. "If Tomas Van Zandt comes by, call nine-one-one. He"s wanted for murder."
She raised a hand lazily to acknowledge me, and rolled onto her stomach to tan her back.
I went to the show grounds, to Jade"s barn, for a second shot at Javier. There was less chance on a
Monday of his being caught speaking to me. The stables were closed. There was no reason for Trey
Hughes to show up, or Paris. Perhaps he would feel more free to tell me what he knew.
But there was no one at Jade"s stalls. The stalls had not been cleaned and the horses were clamoring for lunch. It appeared they had been abandoned. The aisle was an obstacle course of forks, rakes, brooms, and overturned muck buckets. As if someone had come through in a very big hurry.
I raided Jade"s feed stall and tossed each horse a flake of hay. "Don"t tell me. Now you"re pretending to be a groom?" I looked out the back of the tent to find Michael Berne standing there in jeans and a polo shirt. He looked as happy as I had seen him since this mess had begun. Relaxed. His rival was in jail and all wasright with the world. "I"m a mult.i.talented individual," I said. "What"s your excuse for being here?" He shrugged. I noticed for the first time he held a small box in his hand. Something from a vet"s office. "No rest for the weary," he said.
"Or the wicked."
Rompun. One of the sedatives used commonly on horses. Everybody has the stuff around, Paris had said as she spoke of the drug found in Stellar"s bloodstream.
"Having a party?" I asked, looking pointedly at the box. "I"ve got one that"s hard to shoe," Berne said. "He needs a little something to take the edge off." "Was Stellar hard to shoe?" "No. Why do you ask?" "No reason. You haven"t seen Paris today, have you?"
"She was here earlier. Just in time to watch the INS cart her last groom away."
"What?"
"There was a raid this morning," he said. "Her Guatemalan guy was one of the first rounded up."
"Who tipped them off? You?" I asked bluntly.
"Not me," he said. "I lost a guy too."
The INS rolled in for a surprise raid, and a man in barn nineteen was one of the first to go. The one
person left in Jade"s camp who might have been persuaded to tell the truth-if he knew it-gone just as
the case seemed to be breaking.
Trey had seen me speaking with Javier. He might have told Paris. Or perhaps Bert Shapiro had wanted the Guatemalan out of the country in the event he might know something about Jade.
"I hear he"s in jail," Michael Berne said. "Jade? Yes. Unless he"s made bail. Kidnapping charges. Do you know anything about it?" "Why would I?" "Maybe you were here the night it happened. A week ago, Sunday, late in the day at the back gate." Berne shook his head and started to walk away. "Not me. I was at home. With my wife." "You"re a very devoted and forgiving husband, Michael," I said. "Yes, I am," he said smugly. "I"m not the criminal here, Ms. Estes." "No." "Don Jade is." No, I thought as he walked away, I don"t believe that either.
My phone rang as I walked back to my car. "Meet me for lunch," Landry said. "Your telephone etiquette is sorely lacking," I pointed out. He named a fast-food place ten minutes away and hung up.
E rin Seabright caught Jade in the stall with the dead horse," Landry said. We sat in his car. A sack of food lay on the seat between us, filling the car with the aroma of charbroiled meat and french fries. Neither of us touched it. "She caught him doctoring the electrical cord on the fan."
"Erin told you that?"
"I"m on my way to ask her about it now. We didn"t get into the whole dead horse saga this morning. I only asked her for details about her abduction. Paris Montgomery came in on her own and told me. There was a story on the morning news about Erin"s escape from the kidnappers. Apparently, that put the fear of G.o.d in Ms. Montgomery."
"More like a vulture circling a dying animal," I said. "She smells opportunity.
"She says Erin caught Jade, and at the end of the day Jade kidnapped her? It doesn"t track, Landry."
"I know. The kidnapping plot was already in motion."
"If that"s what it was," I said. "Have the technical wizards enhanced that first videotape?"
"Yes, but I haven"t had a chance to look at it. Why?"
"Look for the bracelet I handed you this morning."
"What about it?"
"Do you think the kidnappers gave it to her as a parting gift?" I asked. "I"ve watched that tape fifty times.
I don"t see a bracelet, but she was wearing one last night." Landry looked incredulous. "Are you trying to say the girl is in on it? You"re out of your mind. Estes, youhaven"t seen her. She"s had the s.h.i.t kicked out of her. You didn"t see that tape of the perp going at her with the whip. And this morning Weiss and Dwyer found another tape in Seabright"s office. It shows thegirl being brutally raped." That brought me up short. "He had it in the house? In his office?" "Stuffed behind some things on a shelf." I didn"t know what to say to that. It was what I had been hoping for-for Seabright to be made to pay a price. But news of the taped rape was something else.