"They hadn"t made the Party Girl connection, and didn"t know that Barnett knew the first victim."
"I suspect Wade Barnett knew all of the victims before he killed them."
"And you"re concluding all of this because he dated the first victim?"
"It"s logical. And suffocation is intimate. He"d have to hold his victims close, restrain them in some way. I wish I could see the crime scene reports. The information in the newspaper was vague."
Lucy backtracked a bit. "I should say that Barnett"s the most likely to have killed these women. We know he knew the first and fourth victim, as well as Kirsten."
"But your gut tells you he"s guilty."
"I need to see the evidence. But if I were running this investigation, I would bring him in for some intensive questioning."
Sean grinned. "I"d like to see you in action."
Lucy couldn"t hide her smile, though she reddened at his attention. She said, "It"s interesting that they didn"t report that the victims were s.e.xually a.s.saulted."
The door opened and Suzanne Madeaux said, "We can"t prove s.e.xual a.s.sault. The coroner believes that s.e.x was consensual, but the evidence is inconclusive."
An older cop with Italian features, NYPD badge clipped to his slacks, followed her. "Detective Vic Panetta," Suzanne said by way of introduction, "Sean Rogan, Lucy Kincaid. Sorry to keep you two waiting. Vic and I are heading the task force on these murders and I needed to call him in and get him up to speed before I could get back here."
Suzanne sat down with a file folder. Detective Panetta sat across from her and shook both Sean and Lucy"s hands.
"Agent Armstrong vouched for both of you," Suzanne said. "But we have a problem." She looked at Lucy. "The Party Girl website doesn"t exist."
Lucy"s stomach dropped. "It must be down. I have printouts of the profile pages, as well as screen captures."
"I"ll need to see those, but I"m telling you, the site has vanished. The URL is available for purchase."
"That"s not possible," Lucy said. "I was on the site this afternoon."
Sean said, "It"s a pain in the a.s.s, takes a day or two, but you can surrender your URL."
Suzanne said, "I need to know everyone you spoke to since you became involved in this case. You must have said or done something that tipped someone off, and they pulled down our only evidence that connects the four victims."
"Hold it," Sean said. "You didn"t even know about the Party Girl website. It wasn"t your evidence until we handed it to you on a silver platter."
"Three victims," Lucy said. "The first victim wasn"t on the Party Girl site."
"You may have missed her," Suzanne said dismissively. "But now we have no way of knowing because the site has disappeared. Look, I"m not here to get into an argument; I need information. I have a killer out there targeting young women, and our only good lead is gone."
"It"s not gone," Sean said. "We have the intel you need. And nothing Lucy or I did caused it to disappear. I told you it takes at least twenty-four hours to cancel a URL. Ownership is traceable, but whoever owned Party Girl did it through a blind company. I have my staff in California working on it."
Suzanne rubbed her eyes. "Mr. Rogan, I"ll have to ask you to refrain from any investigation into that website. It"s now our domain, and I"m sending everything to our cybercrimes lab at Quantico."
Lucy glanced at Sean. He looked down at the table, biting back a smile. She didn"t think it was important for Suzanne to know-at this point-that Lucy"s sister-in-law Kate Donovan was one of the point people for cybercrime at Quantico.
"Ms. Kincaid," Suzanne continued, "whom did you speak to today?"
"Where is my laptop?" Lucy asked.
"Why?"
"I"ve kept a log of everything I"ve done since Sean brought me in Wednesday morning, including a report of everyone I spoke to, what they said and my impressions. It would be easier to give you a copy than sit here for an hour."
Suzanne wasn"t expecting that answer. Lucy didn"t take pleasure in her diligence; had she said or done something that had tipped off the killer? Sean would know how a URL could be surrendered, but they"d been working on the case for three days. Maybe it was the fake profile she"d created. Or the email she sent to Kirsten yesterday. What if she"d screwed up the entire investigation? If another young woman died because Lucy had been too bold or asked the wrong question or didn"t see a clue, she wouldn"t be able to live with herself.
Suzanne said, "I don"t like bringing civilians into the middle of an ongoing investigation. Normally, I wouldn"t allow you in the conference room except that Agent Armstrong was sure that you could be of help. And you didn"t tell me, Ms. Kincaid, that you"re an applicant for the Bureau."
Lucy"s face reddened and her stomach churned. She should tell Agent Madeaux that she"d been rejected. It felt deceptive to pretend to be something she wasn"t, and she was no longer an applicant.
Sean spoke before she could. "Lucy aced her written test. Highest in her group. I understand that your case is confidential. My job is to find Kirsten Benton. Yours is to catch a killer. We"ll share everything we have, and I hope you"ll be looking for Kirsten if your investigation takes you down that path."
"Follow me," Suzanne said as she stood.
Lucy glanced at Sean and frowned. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, and she looked away. She didn"t like Suzanne thinking she was on her way to the FBI Academy, because when the Fed found out the truth she"d lose all respect for her.
Her apprehension faded when she stepped into the small, windowless conference room that had become the repository of all things related to the Cinderella Strangler investigation.
The table could seat six, but the two end chairs had been removed to make more room to walk around the periphery. The wall to the right had an oversized magnetic whiteboard with photos of the victims and crime scenes, plus handwritten notes. Lucy saw that her time line had been printed out and someone had made notes along the margin.
Suzanne gestured toward a chair. "Make yourself comfortable," she said. She slid over Lucy"s laptop.
Feeling like she was onstage, Lucy booted up her computer and retrieved her report. Suzanne handed Lucy the end of a long cord. "This printer is ancient, no wireless."
Lucy plugged it in and sent her doc.u.ment to print four copies. Suzanne retrieved and distributed them.
Detective Panetta and Suzanne read in silence. Lucy, antsy, walked over to the magnetic board.
Four victims, one missing teenager. If Wade Barnett was the killer and had had consensual s.e.x with the victims, why kill them?
They were all killed near a large party. That told Lucy the killer was bold, arrogant, confident that he wouldn"t be caught. Yet the murders themselves were intimate. Unhurried. Almost patient.
"Ms. Kincaid," the detective said, "those photos can be hard to take."
"I worked at the morgue for a year," she said. "I"ve seen worse."
She reviewed an autopsy report. It concluded that the murder weapon had been a plastic bag.
"Was the plastic bag used to suffocate the victims recovered at any of the crime scenes?" Lucy asked almost without realizing that she"d spoken.
When no one said anything, Lucy looked at an irritated Suzanne. The Fed didn"t hide her emotions. "We"re trying to keep information from the press, and it hasn"t helped that someone leaked the information about the missing shoe."
"I"m not going to talk to the press. I"m just curious. Why would the killer take the plastic bag? It would be more efficient to leave it with the body, or not even remove it from her face. The killer wasn"t concerned about getting caught. When you cut off someone"s air supply, it takes three to seven minutes to render them unconscious, and another minute or two before they"re brain-dead. Why not just tie the plastic bag around the victim"s head and leave her? Get away from the scene as soon as possible-there were hundreds of people in the area; someone could easily have spotted the attack. Yet the killer stayed with the victim long enough to ensure that she was dead, then removed the plastic bag and left with it." She looked at the one bare foot on the last victim. "I wonder if he put the shoe in the plastic bag? Why?"
Suzanne cleared her throat. "We"ve sent a copy of the reports to Quantico for a profile of the killer."
"You don"t have enough here to create a viable profile," Lucy said.
"With all due respect, Ms. Kincaid, our Behavioral Science Unit knows what they"re doing."
"Of course they do, but not knowing if the victims were s.e.xually a.s.saulted is a crucial piece of the puzzle."
"Maybe the guy can"t perform," Panetta said. "Blamed the girl."
"That"s a crime of anger and pa.s.sion," Lucy said. "If he attempted s.e.x and couldn"t finish, he"d most likely have hit her first, strangled her, beaten her, or stabbed her. Statistically, s.e.x-related crimes have violent deaths. This isn"t violent. It"s premeditated-the killer brought the plastic bag and took it with him. Why? It"s almost like ..." Something was eluding her and she wished she could spend more time with the files.
Lucy asked, "Who goes to these parties?"
Panetta said, "Mostly the under-thirty crowd, a lot of college students blowing off steam on the weekends. Teenagers. Some are headbangers; most are into the alternative music scene; some parties are exclusive to the Yuppie types-work on Wall Street during the day, and party at night. Instead of pot and mesc and beer they snort c.o.ke and drink gin."
"Wade Barnett has a history of playing in the party scene," Lucy said. "If Wade Barnett is the killer-"
Suzanne cut her off and leaned forward. "Whoa, stop right there. Now you"re jumping to conclusions."
"He knew the first and fourth victims. He"s the most viable suspect."
"If Barnett is a suspect, he"s my suspect. Last I checked, I still have a badge and you don"t. Understand?"
Lucy nodded and turned back to the crime board. Suzanne was right. She"d overstepped.
Lucy tapped an index card on the board with Wade Barnett"s name on it. "You already had him on your suspect list, didn"t you?"
"We interviewed him. His name came up in the investigation. We"re following up on things he said, and we"ll follow up on what you uncovered."
Suzanne stood up and stretched. "It"s late. I appreciate your insight. I"ll be in touch if I hear anything about your missing teenager."
Sean leaned back in his chair, making no sign of leaving. "You should listen to Lucy. She has a master"s in criminal psychology."
Lucy blushed. She didn"t want Sean pushing this. "Agent Madeaux is right," Lucy said.
Suzanne sighed. "Let me sleep on it, okay? It"s been a long couple days. If you think of anything else that might be helpful for me to know, give me a ring."
"Thank you," Lucy said. "You might want to ask Dr. Vigo to look at this case. I"m sure he"ll take it, though he doesn"t run the department anymore. I, um, think there"s a complexity here that is uncommon."
"Why?"
She shrugged. "Just, I don"t know, I can"t really explain it without knowing more about each crime scene and victim. If you have any questions about my report, call me. I"m happy to help."
Sean said, "I need my pistol back."
Suzanne said, "You understand that you"re not allowed to bring a firearm into the City of New York. Will you be leaving tomorrow?"
"We"ll be leaving when we find Kirsten."
The silence made Lucy uncomfortable. Sean didn"t always play nice with law enforcement.
Suzanne picked up the phone and pressed three b.u.t.tons. "This is Agent Madeaux. Would you please retrieve Mr. Rogan"s weapon and escort him and Ms. Kincaid to their vehicle? Thank you."
Once Rogan and Kincaid were gone, Suzanne stared at the whiteboard trying to see what Lucy Kincaid had seen.
"What are we missing?" she asked Panetta.
"Are we missing something?" he countered. "Lucy Kincaid writes a terrific report, and someday the kid will make a great cop, but she"s still a twenty-five-year-old FBI recruit. She has no practical experience in criminal investigations."
"I don"t know if that"s true. Noah Armstrong-the agent down in Washington-said something that had me thinking he"s worked with her in the past. I"ll pull her file tomorrow and see what"s up."
You don"t have enough here to create a viable profile.
That was what Quantico had told Suzanne at the beginning. Except they had more now than two weeks ago. And there was more here than they"d had in other cases where the profile had been right on the money.
Cops had been solving crimes for years, long before psychological criminal profiling became an official FBI squad, back in the seventies. Good cops didn"t need a shrink to tell them that someone was a sociopath or had a drunk for a father or that rape was a crime of anger. Most crimes were solved with lots of legwork, logic, and common sense.
Suzanne had watched Lucy closely while she looked at the board. She wondered why she had been so interested in the autopsy report. Suzanne had read Jessica Bell"s report, the one posted on the board, and nothing had stood out. It read just like the other three-except the coroner stated that intercourse in the immediate time prior to death was inconclusive. He speculated-not on the report-that the victim didn"t have s.e.x, consensual or otherwise, the night she died.
Maybe Panetta was onto something, that the guy couldn"t get it up. If there was no s.e.xual a.s.sault, did that really change the profile much? Maybe Suzanne should take Lucy"s suggestion and call Dr. Vigo. That was going around protocol-her boss wouldn"t like it. But over the years she"d done a lot of things her boss hadn"t liked.
She said to Panetta, "Are you planning on taking off tomorrow?"
"It is Sat.u.r.day." He sighed. "I guess not."
"We need to reinterview Wade Barnett. Formally this time. And each victim was killed on a Sat.u.r.day; it"s the only other commonality. Let"s see if we can keep him in prison overnight."
"He"ll lawyer up."
"Fine. He said he didn"t know any of the victims, yet we have a witness who connects him with Jessica Bell, and a photo that puts him with Alanna Andrews. Lying to a federal officer is a crime. I can get a warrant on that fact alone."
Panetta shook his head. "I always thought there was something wrong in that you can lie to street cops but not federal agents."
SEVENTEEN.
Earlier, Sean had made reservations at the Park Central Hotel in midtown, near both Central Park and Times Square. Lucy was tired and didn"t talk as he drove them, wrapped up in the case notes she"d read and trying to figure out what was so strange about the crime scenes. Sean had his hands full maneuvering the car through the hordes of people in the theater district.
She appreciated Sean"s faith in her, but truly didn"t want him to continue pushing her credentials. It made her uneasy, and reminded her that her credentials weren"t good enough for the FBI. She needed to put that behind her and decide what was next.
It was after eleven at night when they finally checked into their room. Lucy walked in and saw a table set with covered dishes and wine. She dropped her bag, walked over, and lifted the covers from the plates. There were sandwiches, cheese and crackers, and chocolate mousse stored on ice. There was even a bottle of chardonnay in a wine bucket.
"You ordered all this?" she asked.
"I knew you wouldn"t want to sit at a restaurant after the day we"ve had, and we missed dinner. It"s just sandwiches and stuff, but I for one can"t sleep if I"m hungry."
All her frustrations disappeared. Sean truly thought of everything-she would have thought about food after she went to bed and would have slept on an empty stomach.