his chest, he was lying, just as she was. They had lain side by side all night, silent and tense, each fully aware that the other was awake but, for their individual reasons, not daring to acknowledge it.
"You should get some sleep, Rennie."
"I learned to live on very little my first year of internship.
It scares me now to think of how many patients I treated while virtually asleep on my feet."
"Did you always know you wanted to be a doctor?"
"No. Actually it wasn"t until my second year in college that I decided to go premed."
"Why then?"
"It sounds ba.n.a.l."
"You wanted to help your fellow man?"
"I told you it sounded ba.n.a.l."
"Only if you"re a beauty pageant contestant."
She laughed softly.
"I don"t think it"s a trite explanation at all," he continued.
"That"s the reason I wanted to be a cop."
"I would have thought you wanted to follow in your big brother"s footsteps."
"That too."
"It was a good career choice, Wick."
"You think?"
"I can"t see you sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day. Eight minutes a day. I should have known you were
lying when you tried to pa.s.s yourself off as a computer software salesman."
"Sorry about that."
"You had a job to do."
"I still do."
Which brought them around to the subject of Lozada again. She rolled onto her side to face him. "What do you think he"ll do?"
"Honestly?"
"Please."
"I don"t have the slightest idea."
"What about Detective Wesley?"
"Oren doesn"t know either. I"ve been studying Lozada for years, but the only thing I know with any certainty is that when he strikes, we won"t see it coming. It"ll be like the sting from one of his scorpions. We won"t see it coming."
"Chilling thought."
"d.a.m.n right it is. That"s what makes him so good."
They were quiet for a time, then he turned his head and looked across at her. "Did he s.e.xually abuse you, Rennie?"
"He tore my shirt open to see if I was wearing a wire.
He thought--"
"Not Lozada." With a deliberate motion, he switched
off the mike. "T.Dan."
"What? No! Never."
"Anyone?"
"No. What made you think that?"
"Sometimes when girls turn promiscuous in their teens it"s because they"ve been abused as children."
She smiled sadly. "Stop trying to find justification for my misdeeds, Wick. There is none."
"I"m not trying to justify them, Rennie. Any more than
I"d try to justify why I attempted to nail every girl I possibly could. And did."
"The rules are different for boys."
"They shouldn"t be."
"No, but they are."
"Not in my rule book. Believe me, I"m in no position to cast the first stone, or even to visit the rock pile." He slid his hand from beneath his head and reached for one of hers. "What I"m having trouble understanding is why you"re punishing yourself for things you did twenty years ago."
"What"s the statute of limitations on self-chastis.e.m.e.nt?"
"Pardon?"
"How long since Joe"s murder?"
He released her hand and bounded off the bed. "Not the same."
"No, it"s not. But it"s relevant."
He propped his hands on his hips. "Lozada sparked your curiosity. Is that it? He warned that before you...
how was it you paraphrased? Before you become too enamored of me, you--"
"Before I take it up the a.s.s. That"s what he said."
He dropped the belligerent pose, sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair. He sat down on the edge of the mattress with his back to her and propped his forearms on his knees. Head lowered, he ma.s.saged his forehead. "I"m sorry, Rennie. You shouldn"t have had to listen to that." He added quietly, "And I shouldn"t have made you repeat it."
"Doesn"t matter. My reason for asking about Joe has nothing to do with Lozada."
"I know."
"What happened when he was killed?"
He took a deep breath, releasing it on a long, slow ex
halation. "At first I was too stunned to think. I couldn"t take it in, you know? Joe was dead. My brother was gone.
Forever. He"d been there all my life. And suddenly he was a body in the morgue with a tag on his toe. It seemed"--
he spread his hands as though trying to grasp the right word--"unreal." He stood up and began pacing the length of the bed. "It didn"t really sink in until the funeral two days later. In the meantime, Oren was working around the clock, despite his own grief, trying to build a case against Lozada. He had the CSU turn over every pebble in that parking lot, look under every blade of gra.s.s in the adjacent lawn, in a search to find anything that could remotely be tied to Lozada. Before Oren could obtain a search warrant or have just cause even to bring him in for questioning, he needed something, a shred of evidence that would place Lozada at the scene. "Then just before the funeral, Oren told me they"d finally found something. A silk thread. A single thread, maroon in color, no more than two inches long, had been found at the scene. The lab had already a.n.a.lyzed it and determined that it came from very expensive goods, the kind sold in this area only in the most exclusive stores. The kind Lozada wore. If they could find a garment made of that fabric in his wardrobe, they"d have him. "The turnout for the funeral was incredible. Cops show up to honor fallen cops, you know. There wasn"t enough room in the church to accommodate the crowd. The church choir sang, and angels couldn"t have done it better. The eulogies were unbelievably moving. The minister"s message was comforting. "But I didn"t hear a word of it. None of it. Not the songs, the eulogies, the message about eternal life. All I could think about was that incriminating silk thread." He had made his way back to the window and resumed his original pose, staring out toward the ocean. "I lasted through the grave-site service, the final prayer, the twenty-one-gun salute. Grace and Oren hosted the wake. More than a hundred people crowded into their house, so it wasn"t hard for me to slip out unnoticed. This was before Trinity Tower. Lozada lived in a house near the TCU campus. I busted in, even though he was there at the time. "You can probably guess what happened. I tore his place to pieces. Ripped through his closet like a madman. Upended drawers. Ransacked the whole house. And you know what he was doing all that time? Laughing. Laughing his a.s.s off because he knew I was destroying any chance we had of bringing him to trial for Joe"s murder. "When I didn"t turn up the piece of clothing I had hoped to find, I went after him. That scar above his eye? Courtesy of me. He wears it proudly because it signifies his biggest victory. To me it represents my lowest point. I honestly believe I would have killed him if Oren hadn"t shown up and physically pulled me off him. I owe Oren my thanks--and my life--for that. And the only reason Lozada didn"t kill me and claim self-defense is because he knew the torture it was going to be for me to live with this."
He came around slowly and his eyes connected with hers through the darkness. "You have me to thank for all the trouble Lozada"s caused you. If I hadn"t lost my temper along with my sanity, he would be on death row and you wouldn"t be in this mess."
He chuckled softly and spread his arms to encompa.s.s the small room. "And I wouldn"t be in this one. I wouldn"t be living in a hovel, licking my wounds and
wearing a rubber band around my wrist to ward off panic attacks like a--"
"Human being," she said, interrupting. "You said it yourself, Wick. A lot of s.h.i.t happened to you all at once.
Everything you felt, everything you feel now, is human."
"Well, sometimes I"m a little too human for my own good." He gave her a weak smile and she returned it. Then he grimaced and swore softly. Reaching for the microphone, he switched it on. "Yes, I hear you. Jesus, do you think I"m deaf? What"s up?" He listened for a moment then said, "Nothing here either. I"m coming out to get some air. Don"t shoot me."
He moved past her to retrieve his pistol and cell phone, then headed for the door. "I"ll be right outside. If you hear or see anything, holler."
Sleep was out of the question, so she dressed and was in the kitchen making coffee when he came back in. He was moving quickly. His expression was purposeful.
"What"s the matter?"
"We"re leaving, Rennie. Now. Get dressed." Then he saw that she was already dressed. "Get your things together.
Hurry."
"Where are we going? What"s happened?"
He kept moving, through the kitchen, through the living room and into the bedroom where he began stuffing discarded clothing back into his duffel. "Wick! Tell me.
What"s going on? Has Lozada done something?"
"Yeah. But not in Galveston."
He told her nothing more because he didn"t know anything more.
Oren had called him on his cell phone while he was outside breathing in sea air in an attempt to clear his head
and his conscience. Telling Rennie about his f.u.c.kup had left him with a mixed bag of feelings.
On the one hand, it had been cathartic to talk about it.
She was a d.a.m.n good listener. On the other, talking about it had reminded him that he was the idiot who had secured Lozada"s freedom. He would carry the guilt of that until Lozada was behind bars. Or, better, dead.
Knowing that Lozada was out there mocking his futility made him feel incompetent. Oren"s call had left him feeling powerless.
"We don"t believe Lozada"s still in Galveston," Oren had said.
"Why not?"
"We have good reason to believe he"s no longer there."
"What"s with the prepared speech and double talk?
This isn"t a press conference. What"s up?"
"Do you have access to Dr. Newton"s cell phone?"
"Why?"