End of Watch (Bill Hodges Trilogy #3)(26)

Ah, such memories this brings back.

He enters kermitfrog19 as both his username and his password – isn’t that how he did it before, as per Hartsfield’s instructions? He can’t remember for sure, but there’s one way to find out. He bangs the return key.

The machine thinks for a second or two (it seems longer), and then, presto, he’s in. He frowns at what he sees. Brady Hartsfield used merckill as his handle, short for Mercedes Killer – Hodges has no trouble remembering that – but this is someone else. Which shouldn’t surprise him, since Holly turned Hartsfield’s fucked-up brain to oatmeal, but somehow it still does.

Z-Boy wants to chat with you!

Do you want to chat with Z-Boy?

Y N

Hodges hits Y, and a moment later a message appears. Just a single sentence, half a dozen words, but Hodges reads them over and over again, feeling not fear but excitement. He is onto something here. He doesn’t know what it is, but it feels big.

Z-Boy: He’s not done with you yet.

Hodges stares at it, frowning. At last he sits forward in his chair and types:

kermitfrogl9: Who’s not done with me? Who is this?

There’s no answer.





19


Hodges and Holly get together with Pete and Isabelle at Dave’s Diner, a greasy spoon a block down from the morning madhouse known as Starbucks. With the early breakfast rush over, they have their pick of tables and settle at one in the back. In the kitchen a Badfinger song is playing on the radio and waitresses are laughing.

‘All I’ve got is half an hour,’ Hodges says. ‘Then I have to run to the doctor’s.’

Pete leans forward, looking concerned. ‘Nothing serious, I hope.’

‘Nope. I feel fine.’ This morning he actually does – like forty-five again. That message on his computer, cryptic and sinister though it was, seems to have been better medicine than the Gelusil. ‘Let’s get to what we’ve found. Holly, they’ll want Exhibit A and Exhibit B. Hand em over.’

Holly has brought her small tartan briefcase to the meeting. From it (and not without reluctance) she brings the Zappit Commander and the lens cap from the garage at 1588. Both are in plastic bags, although the lens cap is still wrapped in tissues.

‘What have you two been up to?’ Pete asks. He’s striving for humorous, but Hodges can hear a touch of accusation there, as well.

‘Investigating,’ Holly says, and although she isn’t ordinarily one for eye contact, she shoots a brief look at Izzy Jaynes, as if to say Get the point?

‘Explain,’ Izzy says.

Hodges does so while Holly sits beside him with her eyes cast down, her decaf – all she drinks – untouched. Her jaws are moving, though, and Hodges knows she’s back on the Nicorette.

‘Unbelievable,’ Izzy says when Hodges has finished. She pokes at the bag with the Zappit inside. ‘You just took this. Wrapped it up in newspaper like a piece of salmon from the fish market and carried it out of the house.’

Holly appears to shrink in her chair. Her hands are so tightly clasped in her lap that the knuckles are white.

Hodges usually likes Isabelle well enough, even though she once nearly tripped him up in an interrogation room (this during the Mr Mercedes thing, when he had been hip-deep in an unauthorized investigation), but he doesn’t like her much now. He can’t like anyone who makes Holly shrink like that.

‘Be reasonable, Iz. Think it through. If Holly hadn’t found that thing – and purely by accident – it would still be there. You guys weren’t going to search the house.’

‘You probably weren’t going to call the housekeeper, either,’ Holly says, and although she still won’t look up, there’s metal in her voice. Hodges is glad to hear it.

‘We would have gotten to the Alderson woman in time,’ Izzy says, but those misty gray eyes of hers flick up and to the left as she says it. It’s a classic liar’s tell, and Hodges knows when he sees it that she and Pete haven’t even discussed the housekeeper yet, although they probably would have gotten around to her eventually. Pete Huntley may be a bit of a plodder, but plodders are usually thorough, you had to give them that.

‘If there were any fingerprints on that gadget,’ Izzy says, ‘they’re gone now. Kiss them goodbye.’

Holly mutters something under her breath, making Hodges remember that when he first met her (and completely underestimated her), he thought of her as Holly the Mumbler.

Izzy leans forward, her gray eyes suddenly not misty at all. ‘What did you say?’

‘She said that’s silly,’ Hodges says, knowing perfectly well that the word was actually stupid. ‘She’s right. It was shoved down between the arm of Ellerton’s chair and the cushion. Any fingerprints on it would be blurred, and you know it. Also, were you going to search the whole house?’

‘We might have,’ Isabelle says, sounding sulky. ‘Depending on what we get back from forensics.’

Other than in Martine Stover’s bedroom and bathroom, there were no forensics. They all know this, Izzy included, and there’s no need for Hodges to belabor the point.

‘Take it easy,’ Pete says to Isabelle. ‘I invited Kermit and Holly out there, and you agreed.’

‘That was before I knew they were going to walk out with …’