Hide and Seek (Criminal Profiler #1)(98)

“I want to have a look at those journals,” she said. She searched around for her purse and, once she found it, dug her phone out. “Ah, I didn’t charge it.”

He opened a drawer and handed her a charger. “A gift.”

She plugged it into her phone and then the wall. There was no call from the hospital, but that would be her first stop anyway this morning. “I hope to hell Bennett is awake. I need to talk to her. And then I need to examine the journals. We need to figure out where both men are hiding.”

He finished his coffee. “The sooner we get this guy, the easier I’ll sleep.”



They arrived at the hospital thirty minutes later, and after Macy showed her badge at the front desk, they rode the elevator to the third floor and found the nurses’ station. She showed her badge again. “I’m here about Deputy Bennett. How’s she doing?”

The nurse glanced at her computer screen. “She woke up about fifteen minutes ago and is asking for you, Agent Crow. Her throat is badly swollen and she can barely talk, so we’re watching her closely. But if she keeps progressing, she’ll be out of here in a day or two.”

“Has her son seen her?” Macy asked.

“He and his grandmother will be here shortly. We just wanted to make sure Deputy Bennett was stabilized before we allowed visitors. She has to remain calm.”

Macy and Nevada entered Bennett’s room. The lights were dim in the small room. She lay in her bed, her dark hair splayed on her pillow. Her neck was ringed in bands of black-and-blue bruises. A half-full IV bag hung beside her bed and trailed down to her bruised arm. A heart monitor beeped.

Macy’s skin still crawled whenever she entered a hospital. Jesus. While Nevada stood at the foot of the bed, she pulled up a chair. The deputy’s hands were scratched and the fingernails scuffed.

“Brooke,” she said as she took her hand. When she didn’t respond, Macy said louder, “Deputy Bennett.”

Bennett’s eyes snapped open, and she looked around wild eyed before she realized she was safe. With a wince, she sat up and spoke in a raspy whisper. “Agent Crow.”

It was a hard thing to think you were completely in charge of your life and then have your feet swept out from under you. “We are kindred spirits now. I think we can be on a first-name basis,” Macy said.

“Macy. I feel like I was kicked by a mule.”

Macy removed her notepad and pen from her backpack and flipped to a clean sheet. “You’ve been through a lot.”

Bennett swallowed and drew in a breath. “I’m starting to remember. Where’s Matt?”

“He’s with your mother and Mr. Greene. They’ll be here soon.”

Bennett nodded. “Thank God he’s safe.”

“You know the drill, Brooke. I have some questions to ask.”

Her lips flattened with grim determination. “Sure, don’t hold back.”

“Did you see his face? Do you know who did this to you?”

Bennett glanced toward Nevada, and then closed her eyes as she shook her head. “I didn’t see his face. I was so focused on staying alive.”

“He never took his mask off?” Nevada asked.

“No.” She paused and swallowed. “He likes the fear.”

Macy picked up a cup from the side table and filled it with water from a pitcher. She grabbed a straw and placed it in the cup, holding it up to Bennett’s mouth.

Bennett drank, but immediately cringed as the cool liquid skimmed over her bruised throat. She took a second sip and then nodded her thanks. “Did they get any DNA from under my fingernails?”

“They were scraped and sent in for testing along with collected skin cells,” Macy said.

She shook her head. “Macy, I thought he was going to kill me that second time. He was so angry. I’m not sure what set him off.”

“I set him off.” Macy stared at the woman’s battered body, and the weight of her actions rested heavily on her. “I gave an impromptu news conference and called him out. I’m so sorry. I thought I could smoke him out and get him to come after me. But I almost got you killed.”

“No, that was well played,” Bennett said. “It was a matter of time before he was going to kill me.”

“Maybe I could have spared you more pain if I’d just been more patient.”

“After he strangled me the first time, I was out for a while. When I woke up, I heard him outside my door, but he didn’t come into the room. I tried the doorknob and was shocked to discover it wasn’t locked any longer. He must have forgotten to lock it because he had a visitor. I heard two men arguing. One I know was Bruce Shaw, but I couldn’t identify the second man.”

“The second voice wasn’t familiar to you?” She needed Bennett’s testimony to unfold without any prompting.

“No. It was muffled and it was all I could do to stand. Then I heard a gunshot.”

“Gunshot?” Macy asked.

“Yes. I’m certain of that. Then I heard what sounded like a body being dragged. But I was more focused on getting to the woods.”

“But you didn’t make it.”

“No. He grabbed me from behind and dragged me back into the house.”

“Did you see his face this time?”