Twisted Prey (Lucas Davenport #28)(107)

“Thank you. I’ll tell Deputy Director Mallard that you said hello.”

“Don’t really have to do that,” Lucas said.

“I know, but it gives me another chance to chat with the deputy director. Make him aware of the bandage on my ass.”

Lucas laughed. “You will do well.”



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TOM RITTER CALLED. “There are rumors of a massacre.”

Lucas said, “Guy named Charles Douglas, Claxson, Parrish, all shot to death, probably by a woman. There are some people at the FBI who would be interested in talking with Wendy . . . Suzie . . . whatever her name is.”

“It wasn’t her,” Ritter said. “My folks and I went out to dinner last night, and she came with us. She got over to my folks’ motel about, mmm, six-thirty or so, and we were out until after ten. They had an emergency board meeting over at Heracles this morning, and word from there is, the shooting took place around nine-thirty.”

“That’s right. Anybody besides you and your folks talk to Wendy?”

“Sure. Let me see, there were at least three servers, counting the bread guy and the drinks lady. And Wendy bumped into somebody she knew . . . I could get his name, if you need it.”

Lucas sighed. “No, I don’t need it. I’ll call my FBI contact and tell her that I checked around, and Wendy’s whereabouts last night is accounted for.”

“Thanks. She was Jim’s girl, you know?”

“I’d like to talk to her again,” Lucas said. “If you see her, tell her to give me a call.”

“I’ll do that, if I see her again. I’m headed back to the ’Stan soon as I can get a plane out,” Ritter said. “We got all the paperwork done, Jim will be cremated, but it’ll take a few weeks before the ashes are interred at Arlington. They’ve got quite the waiting list.”

“Good luck, Colonel.”

“Same to you. One last thing. Was it Grant?”

Lucas didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“You’re sure.”

“Yes.”



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LUCAS, BOB, AND RAE spent the day making statements for the Great Falls Police Department, the FBI, and the Marshals Service. The interviewers at the FBI and Marshals Service both said that Smalls had called to make his own statement, about asking Lucas to initiate an investigation into the assassination attempt.

That, Bob remarked as they left the FBI building, seemed to have a cooling effect.

“Not that we did anything wrong,” Rae said.

“I thought we did well,” Bob said. “Lucas?”

“I’m not happy, but it is what it is,” Lucas said.



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THEY HAD A LAST DINNER that night. Bob and Rae planned to fly out early the next morning, before Lucas got up. Rae said, “We’re leaving for the airport at six. Don’t bother to come out and wave to us.”

“I promise I won’t,” Lucas said. His plane was at one o’clock. He added, “But you’re flying Business Class, right?”

“We are,” Bob said. He placed his hand on his chest. “Be still, my beating heart.”



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SUZIE/CAROL/WENDY called at ten. “I heard all about it,” she said. “Tom was worried that you might be coming after me. I wasn’t there.”

“I know. I mostly wanted to make sure you were straight on the death of Jim Ritter. What caused it, who caused it, all that.”

“I think I got it. You believe it was Parrish. So do I.”

“Yes. Not long before we think he was killed, he was within a couple of hundred feet of Parrish’s house without any reason we’ve been able to find for being there,” Lucas said. “The phone track looks like he walked around the neighborhood, maybe to check for surveillance.”

“Why would he do that? Nothing wrong with talking to Parrish, not at that point.” Lucas didn’t reply, and she added, “Unless Parrish asked Jim to check because he was planning to kill him and didn’t want anyone to see Jim go into the house.”

“I think that might be it,” Lucas said. “A crime scene crew is going to take Parrish’s house apart, and they may find out what happened there. Look, you knew Jim, I didn’t, except through research and some observation. It seems to me, though, that if Parrish had given him even a hint of what was coming, Jim would have torn him to pieces.”

“Yes, he would have,” she said.

“So I think what happened was that Parrish completely surprised him, asked to see him for some innocuous reason, and Jim was standing there, chatting, friendly, maybe drinking some milk, and Parrish pulls a gun and kills him. That’s the way I see it.”

After a moment, Wendy said, “Parrish wouldn’t have done it on his own. So there’s still one person out there, and you won’t get her.” Her voice had pitched higher, was almost squeaking. Lucas realized that she was crying but trying to talk through it.

“She’s nuts, she’s a killer, but nobody would ever say she’s stupid,” Lucas said. “She’s got some guts. She went to Douglas’s house and executed three people, her whole plan blew up, and then she murdered her way out of trouble, killed Old Lady Woods, got away with it, and used Senator Smalls as an alibi, which might have been the neatest touch of all. I doubt she even thinks about it anymore. In some ways, I’ve got to admire her.”