DJ walked beside Barker down the hospital hallway, pa.s.sing busy nurses and a couple of doctors who had their noses buried in clipboards. He had mixed feelings about the place. Spend enough time interviewing victims, you got to see every aspect of the darker side of humanity and what people are capable of doing to one another. But, on the opposite end of the spectrum, it also offered the prospect of seeing the power of human strength, resolve, and will. How hospitals managed to be simultaneously uplifting and demoralizing was as much of a mystery as the one they were trying to solve.
They located Room 323 and walked in, finding Anna lying in bed, a nurse hunched over her, checking her pulse. The nurse pushed her patient"s hair back from her face, and told them to keep it short-doctor"s orders. They agreed, then waited until she left to approach their only lead in a case that was falling apart faster than a house of cards.
Anna tried to smile, croaked out a raspy, "Hi," and then cringed when she tried to readjust herself upward.
DJ held up a hand, urging her back down. "No need to get up. Save your energy."
"Thanks," she said, voice dry and hoa.r.s.e.
DJ looked at the swollen and bruised face. Lips puffy, eyes black. Long sc.r.a.pe down her cheek. He could see her former beauty underneath all the destruction. Felt his stomach fill up with pity and anger.
Barker said, "Getting along okay? Full recovery?"
"Something like that."
"Your husband knows you"re here?"
"On his way. He didn"t want Hank to see me like this, so he"s dropping him off at my mom"s house."
"Good idea," DJ said.
"Hank"s a great name," Barker added. "Strong."
"My grandfather"s name. So, I guess you want to know how I got-how I got so pretty, huh?"
DJ pulled a seat up beside the bed, sat down face to face with her. "Just a few questions, if you"re up for it."
Barker leaned against the windowsill, crossed his arms. "Can you remember what happened?"
"She said her name was Deana."
Barker said to DJ, "D on the necklace?" then to Anna, "Did she give you a last name?"
"No. Didn"t say much about herself. She asked me a lot of stuff, though."
"Personal questions?"
"Just stuff about stripping and if I liked it. Where I got my outfits, what my family thought. I didn"t tell her I was married with a kid. Gotta keep the fantasy alive. I"m not bi, like some of the other dancers are, so I wasn"t really into her, you know? But she kept flirting with me and I figured I"d play along, get some extra tips out of it. No harm in that, right? Money is money."
"Understandable. We spoke with Mildred, got a physical description. Anything stand out to you? Anything identifiable? Any chance you remember the necklace she was wearing?"
Dead end, Barker. Let it go. Just a necklace.
Anna shook her head. "Necklace? No, but she was attractive. About my age. Oh, she had one blue eye and one brown eye. Like that actress. I can"t remember her name."
"Different colored eyes? You mean like two different colors of contacts?" Barker asked, scribbling something down on his notepad.
DJ said, "I think it"s a disease."
"Let"s check into that. Now, Mrs. Townsend, we were informed that you and some of the other girls offer, uh, offer...after hours dances. Is that true?"
Anna tried to roll over to face Barker, but the depth of her pain was evident. She winced and flopped onto her back. "If I say yes, will I get in trouble?"
"That hospital bed says you"re free from judgment, the way I see it."
"Same here," DJ said. "It"s important that we know the truth. This woman could be involved in another case we"re investigating, and we need to know exactly what happened."
He watched the physical discomfort morph into mental anguish on her face. Eyes leaking tears. Her bottom lip, swollen and split-skinned, began to quiver. She inhaled deeply, tried to fight it.
"You have to understand-this whole thing-it"s not easy for me. For us. My husband, he"s been out of work for over a year. He and my son mean everything to me, and no matter how hard I try to keep my chin up and say, "It pays the bills," I hate it. Every second of it. But you wouldn"t believe how much some of these p.r.i.c.ks will pay to have you all to themselves."
A knock at the door interrupted them. The nurse poked her head in, reminded them to keep it short, and was gone as quickly as she had appeared.
"She"s right," DJ said. "You need your rest, so let"s fast forward a little bit. She offered you money for a private dance back at her home?"
"Ten thousand dollars, Detective."
Barker whistled.
"She showed me the roll of bills. Flipped through so that I could see it was really filled with hundreds. I couldn"t say no."
DJ sat back. It was all a ruse, of course, but the amount was staggering, and it was easy to see how a young mother with an unemployed husband could get sucked in by the promises. "And then what happened? Mildred mentioned the woman left around two-thirty and you at three o"clock. Did you meet her somewhere?"
"Out in front of the club. She was waiting in her car."
"Any chance you remember what it was?"
"Some hybrid. Blue. Look, I want you to know that we"re broke and desperate, and I realize how dangerous it is, but believe me, Detective, I"m usually very careful when I go somewhere for a private dance. I don"t ever get into a car with someone and always follow them to their house."
"What was different this time?"
"The amount." She put a hand on her forehead. "n.o.body had ever offered that much before. And she seemed nice enough...but don"t they all? She insisted it would be okay. Over and over again. And I thought I"d lose the money if I didn"t. Look where it got me. Look at my face. What was I thinking?"
Barker moved away from the window, walked over and took her hand in his. "Young lady," he said, "at my advanced age, I"ve learned some things, and one of them is this...beating yourself up won"t do you any good. Don"t make a bad situation worse."
"It"s my fault," she said, wiping her eyes with her free hand.
"You were looking out for your family, and that"s just as good of a reason as any. Blame the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that did this, not yourself. And I don"t want to hear another peep out of you about it being your fault. Sound good to you?"
She nodded.
"That said, we need to hear what happened before they kick us out of here. You want a little payback, give us some details."
"It"s so not like me, but I got into the car with her, we drove about a block, and then I felt a hand grab me from behind and somebody shove a rag over my mouth."
DJ said to Barker, "Chloroform."
"Yep."
"I tried to fight it, but I woke up half-naked in this bas.e.m.e.nt. Ball gag shoved in my mouth. I could barely breathe. She was standing over me, smiling. Had a guy with her."
DJ thought, Rutherford? The silent look from Barker suggested he was thinking the same thing. DJ said, "Short guy? What did he look like?"
"No, super tall. Like, ma.s.sive. Had a mask on."
d.a.m.n...but at least it confirms a third person. "Have you ever heard the name Teddy Rutherford?"
"No."
"Thought not. Sorry for interrupting. Then what happened?"
"She leaned over-and it"s fuzzy-but I think she said something like, "If you make a sound, you"ll never see your family again." I was so scared at that point, but I had no idea what was coming. This is the part I"ll never forget. The rest is blurry, but I remember this exactly. She said, "It"s a shame we have to damage such a beautiful thing," then she looks at the guy and goes, "Don"t leave her alive." She left, and he started punching and punching and punching. His fists felt like cinderblocks. But I"m still here, so either he didn"t listen, or he didn"t hit me hard enough."
DJ shuddered. After years of working cases and seeing the worst of the human condition, making himself immune to such reactions remained impossible, and in truth, he hoped he never lost it, unlike Barker. The cantankerous veteran was able to let it slide off like rain on a slicker, and his display of sympathy with Anna was a rare one, but DJ used the emotional connection as a reminder that this was more than a paycheck.
Anna, as young as she was, had plenty of good decades in front of her, and she would have to live with that haunting memory for the rest of her life. He reached over, patted her arm. "Get some rest," he said. "You"ve been a big help."
"Hang on," Barker said. "How"d you get free?"
"That"s the weird part. When I woke up, the ropes were untied."
"Huh. Interesting..."
DJ and Barker exited and walked down the hallway. Seconds later, a younger guy, clean-cut and in a hurry, rushed past them in the direction of her room.
Barker said, "Reckon that was the husband?"
"Yeah," DJ said. "Poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d"s in for a shock, huh?"
"No doubt in my mind that girl ain"t ever going back to stripping again. She"s lucky to be alive."
They stepped into the elevator, waited on the door to close. DJ asked, "Why is she still alive? Why leave a witness? Why would he untie her?"
"h.e.l.l if I know. Guilty conscience? Dissention in the ranks?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. But we do need to check out the blue eye, brown eye thing."
"Haystack, needle. Needle, haystack."
"No more than Sara"s husband and that d.a.m.n necklace. It"s all we"ve got to go on, Barker." The elevator chimed, signaling the ground floor. They stepped out, stopping in the hallway. DJ put his hands on his hips, defiant. "And who was it that suggested the idea that she might have been planted in Rutherford"s bas.e.m.e.nt?"
Barker snorted, said, "I suppose it would be the same dingleberry who"s asking the question. Just because she woke up in his bas.e.m.e.nt and Rutherford wasn"t in the room doesn"t mean he didn"t know she was there. He could"ve been upstairs."
"It doesn"t make any sense, Barker. If he"s working with the necklace girl and the goon, collecting trophies or whatever, why not show up for the fun? What"s the purpose?"
"Does it have to have a purpose? We"re dealing with a couple of freaks, JonJon. We can profile all the h.e.l.l we want, but if you try to read a psychopath"s mind-"
""You"d have a better chance reading tea leaves in a blender." I know. I know."
"But, you"re right, Captain Interruption, her screwed up eyes are the only solid thing we have to go on, so where do you suggest we start?"
DJ had been thinking about this from the moment Anna had mentioned it. He told Barker that they had to go with the closest connections. Sara and Teddy Rutherford both worked together at LightPulse. They had to consider the possibility that he had an accomplice there. It was a stretch, but they had to start narrowing down the possibilities somewhere. Medical records were protected by both Federal and State laws, and they didn"t have enough solid evidence for a subpoena. "But," he said, "we can check photo IDs, look at criminal records. See if anybody pointed out mismatched eyes in their reports."
It"d be easy enough to take the list of employees and examine them across the board.
"Good idea," Barker admitted. "And if we come up with nada?"
"What"re the chances that she"d use her own car to drive off with someone she planned to kidnap and murder? We check the rental companies for a blue hybrid. Narrow that list down to all the women that have rented one in the past few days."
Barker reached up, slapped DJ on the shoulder. Smiled.
"What?"
"I might"ve taught you a thing or two over the years, cowboy. You"re wet behind the ears, but at least you"re standing up for what you think is right. For once."
"Was that a compliment?"
"Don"t let your head swell up. I don"t have enough wisdom to fill it." Barker"s cell rang. "Barker...yeah...at the hospital...What?...Where?...Okay, we"re on it." He hung up, shook his head.
DJ raised an eyebrow.
Barker said, "d.a.m.n, I thought it couldn"t get any stranger. They found Rutherford"s car."
"And no Rutherford?"
"No Rutherford, but plenty of bloodstains."
CHAPTER 16.
SARA.
Sara tried to straighten her legs. The cage closed in; the metal bars formed the sides of a coffin. The absence of light was so complete that she could have been buried alive, under mounds and mountains of dirt, under roots and worms, under rocks and a thick gravestone. The only reminder that she was indeed alive was Teddy whimpering and shuffling behind her. Outside the cage, but inside his own prison. Inches and miles away.
Hours had pa.s.sed. Or was it minutes? Time doesn"t stand still in a vacuum, but in the absence of everything else, it loses all form, becomes elusive and teasing. Taunting with its childish game of "catch me if you can".
Sara shifted to one side, rubbed the skin on her behind, ma.s.saging out the deep crevices left by the thin, metal wiring. Toes numb. Back aching from being hunched over for so long. Neck stiff and throbbing. She could smell the dried sweat on her running clothes. Felt guilty for wanting the luxury of a shower when the world around her was covered in physical and emotional blackness.
Sara pawed the cage floor and found the bottle of water. Took a small sip, rationing what remained. Partly as preservation, partly as a preventative. The tingling sensation in her bladder wasn"t going away, no matter how hard she tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere. She refused to allow her abductor the satisfaction of torturing Teddy to get what she wanted. She would p.i.s.s on the floor inside her cage before she would give in.
I won"t let them win, she thought. I won"t.