keep a secret. The last case we worked together cost her a broken wrist, stitches in her face, bruised ribs and black eyes. The creep came to her house while we were viewing a security camera recording. He shot me point-blank and kidnapped her. He thought he’d killed me. It was his mistake. I assassinated him for it. I’m pretty sure she saw the whole thing, but if she did, she didn’t tell anyone. She claimed to be unconscious. The look she gives me sometimes says something different.
“Ronnie’s on light duty,” I say, “but I can use her help on the computer if it’s okay?”
Of course, he agrees.
Four
I didn’t ask Tony how Monique was killed but instead I said I wanted to see it myself. The note Ronnie had given me just said murder, but my lack of questions told the sheriff that I was up to my neck in this case already. I’m a trained detective. I should have been asking about the victim and not defending my own connection. I lied to him. He knew it.
Monique was an advocate for victims of violent crimes. I didn’t keep in touch with her, but that didn’t mean I didn’t keep track of her. She was in the news many times, lobbying some piece of legislation or another. She had become active with parole board hearings, keeping some of the more violent offenders off the streets. She had most likely made enemies because of that. My gut is telling me that’s not the reason she’s dead.
I haven’t gone into the house yet but I already have a suspect. The way Monique died isn’t as important as the fact that she’s dead in Port Townsend. She didn’t contact me but pictures of me are found at the scene. If she knew where I lived, why didn’t she call? Maybe running from someone? None of this makes sense. I can be totally off base, but I know of only one person with a connection to me who has threatened her in the past.
Michael Rader.
Alex Rader’s brother.
I killed Alex because he kidnapped my mother when she was a teenager. He raped, tortured and meant to kill her but she got away. Not entirely, though, because he’d gotten her pregnant with me. He was a serial killer. And a smart one. Alex killed three girls that I know of. All about the same age as my mother was when he kidnapped her. All blond cheerleaders. All three murders were attributed to different men. All of those murders he committed led to wrongful convictions because Alex Rader was a police detective. He made evidence disappear. He planted evidence. To make matters worse, I believe Alex’s brother, Michael, who is a prison guard, later eliminated all those men in prison. None of their deaths were ever solved. Michael is as evil and dangerous as Alex.
I tried to erase my trail, my existence, and I believed I was successful. I should have been dead to the world. But Michael knows because Monique told him. She told me he had threatened to kill her family if she didn’t. I didn’t blame her for that, but I’d entrusted her with the evidence I’d found in Alex’s house. The evidence that proved he had killed other girls. She’d promised to take the evidence to the authorities so those families could finally find closure for the loss of their daughters. She’d given it to Michael instead and it still hurt to have the only person I trusted betray me. I’d had to keep running to protect myself and my brother Hayden from Michael.
Only three other people, besides Michael and Monique, know I am still alive: Hayden, an ex-boyfriend, Caleb Hunter, and Dr. Karen Albright, my therapist.
Hayden hates me for the same reason I hated our mother. I betrayed and abandoned him. He has a right to hate me, but he would never do anything like this.
I haven’t had contact with Caleb for years. I think he would like to keep it that way. I’d burnt my bridges with him. He knew what I’d done and it sickened him, but he isn’t capable of murder.
I spoke to Dr. Albright last month. But she isn’t capable of murder, either.
But someone else knows I am alive; someone who sends me emails: “Wallace,” is how he signs off. It’s someone who knows who I am and who I was. They know where I live. They knew about me and Monique.