Seeing Red(121)

“Kerra, Gracie needs to talk to you.”

Given her thoughts, Kerra wondered if Gracie had somehow learned of Trapper’s and her visit with Wilcox last night. God, she hoped not. Gracie would fire her on the spot.

She thanked the production assistant who’d delivered the message and made her way back to the van. She climbed into the passenger seat, took her phone from her handbag, and hit speed dial.

Gracie answered on the first ring. “Your eyes still look red on camera.”

“Allergies.”

“Right. Well, the allergen called.”

Kerra’s heart bumped, but she didn’t say anything.

“He was in a breathless rush, of course. Emphatic that he needs to talk to you, but not about ‘us.’ Said to tell you the cell phone wasn’t behind the painting. It was a bluff like the wall outlet. He has the list.”

“He has the list?”

“I accused him of being drunk.”

Kerra’s lethargy had dissolved, and now she was charged. “Did he say where he is?”

“No, but he left a phone number.”

“Text it to me. I’ll call him right now.”

“Hold on, I’ve got another assignment for you.”

“Gracie, for the time being we’ve gotten all we’re going to get out of the PD. The spokesperson will say nothing except that they’re investigating. They’ve sequestered the housekeeper, so I can’t even get near her. The lead homicide detective dodged me. All I’m doing is repeating myself.”

“I’m sending Bill to take over there. I need you to get to Lodal.”

“What for?”

“The Major’s being released from the hospital.”

“What? Today? That has to be a rumor.”

“I have a reliable source. While up there, I bribed a hospital orderly to call me with any updates or hearsay. I just talked to him. That’s still your story, Kerra, and if you hurry, it’ll be an exclusive for the evening news.”

After a short pause to take a breath, she continued. “Assuming you won’t be an idiot and pass this up, if you could possibly, pretty please with sugar on top, get a shot of you and The Major together, that would be fantastic. A sound bite from him would give me an orgasm. And need I spell this out? You’d be the network’s reigning princess.”

Kerra had stopped listening after being told that The Major was leaving the hospital. She was flabbergasted. “You trust this source?”

“He loved my orange glasses. The crew has already left. They’ll meet you there.”

“My car—”

“Rent a limo. Hitchhike. I don’t care. Just squirt some red-out in your eyes and get your ass up there.”



Trapper wanted to notify Glenn that he was on his way to Lodal so he could tell him in person that the FBI now had the goods on Wilcox. Regardless of what he’d told Glenn last night, he thought he could swing a lenient plea deal for him if he agreed to testify against Wilcox.

Frustrated after repeatedly getting his voice mail, he called the SO’s main number and asked to speak directly with Glenn. Rather than being put through, he was asked to identify himself.

“John Trapper.”

“The sheriff didn’t come in today.”

“I’m a friend.”

“Yes, I know, but he’s not here.”

“Do you know where I can reach him?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

After disconnecting, Trapper had the uneasy feeling he’d been given a scripted answer that was intentionally evasive. He called the Addisons’ home number. A woman answered. “Hey, Linda, it’s Trapper.”

“Mrs. Addison is on her cell phone and can’t be interrupted.”

“Who are you?”

She identified herself as a family friend. Why did Linda need family friends around her? “Is Glenn there?”

“No, and, I’m sorry, but that’s all I’m at liberty to say.”

“How come?”

“You may want to call Hank,” she said before hanging up.

Maybe he was getting the runaround because Hank had spread the word that Trapper was persona non grata.

Or perhaps, after tendering his resignation, Glenn was ducking people in general to avoid having to answer questions.

Maybe he’d suffered another bad anxiety attack or something worse.

With that worry in mind, Trapper called the hospital, asked if Glenn Addison had been admitted as a patient, and was relieved to learn from the switchboard operator that he hadn’t been.

“Good. Thank you.” Uncertain how he was going to feel about talking to his father so soon after the discovery he’d made, he hesitated.

“Can I be of further assistance?” the operator asked.

“Yeah. Please ring Major Trapper’s room.”

“I can’t do that.”

“This is his son.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Trapper. I can’t connect you because your father has been released.”

“What?”

“He’s checked out of the hospital.”

“When? Why wasn’t I notified?”

“I … I …”

“Never mind. Put me through to the senior nurse on his floor.”