“I hate the reason we’re here, but I’ve got to say, I like the way your friend Barton Lane is treating us.”
“He’s not my friend,” I said. “We’ve only spoken once.”
“Evidently that’s more than most folks around here can say. You must have made some kind of impression on him.”
“Don’t kid yourself. We’re getting all this so he can make your life easier and you can focus on who killed his assistant. The man sounded like he was still in shock over losing her when we talked.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Zach said.
I could tell that my husband was distracted as he continued to stare out the window.
“I’m thinking about redoing my hair.”
“Good,” he said, and then I knew he wasn’t listening.
“I’m going to start with a blue base, and then add red and green highlights. It should be nice, don’t you think?”
“Nice,” he mumbled.
“Zachary Harlan Stone,” I snapped.
That got his attention. My husband hated it when I used his full name.
“What?” he asked, meeting my gaze.
“If you want to go back to headquarters, I completely understand. I know how you get when you’re getting your teeth into a new case.”
He looked tempted—I could see it in his eyes—but he just shook his head. “No, I need some time to digest the facts I’ve collected so far.”
“Would it help to talk about it?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Wow, I can feel the love in the air.”
“You know what I mean,” Zach said.
“I know; I’m not trying to give you a hard time. Just say your thoughts out loud, and I’ll pretend to listen to you.”
“Okay, here goes. What I know so far shouldn’t take long to tell. The crimes are related, that much is clear.”
“From the letters the police got, right?”
“That and the photos the killer sent. This wasn’t some casual killing spree. They were planned out pretty thoroughly, and the knife used on the victims was the same type, if not the exact same blade. Both murders occurred in the victims’ domiciles, and there were no signs of forced entry in either case.”
“What exactly does that tell you?”
“They let their killer in without a struggle.”
“So it was someone they both knew,” I said. “That doesn’t look good for Grady, does it?”
“Not really, but it’s not exactly proof we can use, either.” Zach tapped his chin, a sure sign he was deep in thought. “There are lots of other reasons Hank Tristan and Cindy Glass could have let someone into their places.”
“I can’t imagine letting a stranger inside my house,” I said.
“How about a delivery man with his hands full? Would you think twice about letting him in? Or a utility repair-man looking for a gas leak? If a police officer, or a fire-man, came to the door with a plausible story, would you think twice before you unlocked the door? The list goes on and on. You’d be amazed how easy it is to dupe people. I’ve seen it more than I could ever have imagined before I became a cop.”
“But you don’t believe that in this case, do you?”
“Savannah, I do my best not to jump to conclusions, no matter what I told Grady. Does it look bad for him right now? Of course it does. Does that mean he’s a murderer? I’m a long way from believing that. It will take more than an inkling or an instinct to convince me that a good friend of mine is a killer. I’m going to do my best to figure out who did it. Be sure of one thing, though. If it was Grady, I’m going to nail his hide to a wall.”
“But we’re hoping it’s someone else.”
“Of course we are,” Zach said.
“Any other clues?”
“Maybe, but I haven’t run across them yet. I’ve got to spend some serious time digging through those files.”
“Is Steve any help to you at all?”
“To be honest with you, he’s more like a puppy underfoot, but I don’t have the heart to throw him out. When he missed out on getting my job, he kind of fell apart for a few months. If I can help him, I will.”
“You recommended Davis, didn’t you?”
Zach nodded as he took a sip of water. “I had a hard conversation with Steve when I left, and I didn’t pull any punches. He’s got the makings of being chief someday, but he’s going to have to tame that temper of his. I told Grady the same thing and he made the final decision.”
“You don’t have to tell me about his temper. I heard