I live?”
“The chief gave me your address.”
“The chief? What the heck is going on, Evan?”
“Can I come in?”
I remain planted in the doorway. “What’s going on?”
“You need to let me inside. It’s important.”
I don’t trust him. I don’t like him. I want to get rid of him, which is why I back up to allow him the space he needs to enter, but not much more. He steps into my apartment and shuts the door. I plant my feet again and fold my arms in front of me.
“He’s back,” he says.
I go still and force a breath before I ask, “Who’s back?”
“The Poet.”
“I’m not a part of that investigation anymore, but the last time I checked, he was missing half his head. He’s dead.”
“Newman wasn’t The Poet.”
A ball of tension knots my belly. “And you know this how?”
“Because he’s not just back, he’s asking for you.”
I blink at this craziness. “What are you talking about?”
He offers me his phone, and I stare down at a photo of a gloved hand holding a piece of paper. On that paper is a quote from the poet Robert Hayden:
Naked, he lies in the blinded room
Chain-smoking, cradled by drugs, by jazz
as never by any lover’s cradling flesh.
The word “jazz” sets my heart racing.
“Clearly that message was left for you,” Evan says.
My gaze jerks to his. “This was after Newman died?”
“Tonight. The crime scene is active right now. We want you to take a look. Now. Right now.”
The Poet wasn’t Newman. Or at least he wasn’t working alone. God, I knew. On some level, I knew, but I was off my game, riding a wave of my father’s sins that made me hate him even as I grieved him. “I’m not with the department anymore. I’m not a part of this.”
“You don’t have a choice but to be a part of this,” he counters.
“I absolutely have a choice.”
“The Poet asked for you. How many more is he going to kill before you answer?”
“That’s a shitty thing to say and you know it.”
“It’s the truth.”
My teeth grind on the real truth. “I thought he was Newman. Why would anyone trust me to help now?”
“You weren’t wrong about Newman. He has sick-as-fuck child porn on his computer. He beat his wife. He would have eventually abused his children. You hyper-focused because you sensed his evil.”
But not that familiar evil. I should have known Newman wasn’t him. If I could turn back time—
“The chief wants you to come back, even as a consultant.”
“The chief didn’t even ask me to stay the day I left.”
“Does it matter?” He flips through the photos on his phone and shows me a picture of a naked young woman tied to a chair. “She even looks like you. He’s coming for you unless you get him first. I’ll support you this time. We all will.”
She looks like me.
I’m reminded of the day Lang said the same of Becky Smith, and that ended up meaning nothing, absolutely nothing. But The Poet is another bag of snakes. He is obsessed with me. He will come for me. And I can’t be the lesser me of the last few months to survive and take him down.
The door opens and Wade walks in, still wearing his work suit for the day, delicious scents coming off the takeout bag in his hand. “Why are you here, Evan?” He glances at me. “What’s going on?”
I lift my chin toward Evan’s phone. Evan flips a screen on his device and then hands it to Wade. “Two back-to-back photos,” he instructs.
Wade glances at the first photo, swipes with his thumb, and then eyes me. “The Poet wasn’t Newman.”
“But she wasn’t wrong about Newman,” Evan quickly says again. “We had plenty of reasons to lock him away, and I suspect he killed himself because he knew we were onto him.”
I offer up a hard rejection. “He didn’t kill himself. I tried to tell the captain that and he wouldn’t listen.”
Wade sets the takeout bag on the coffee table, and the three of us form a circle of conversation. “Did The Poet kill him?” he asks.
“The Poet isn’t messy, and Newman died messily,” I say. “That said, if he did it, he broke form. And I’m not saying he didn’t. He’s smart. If he broke form, he had a reason. As for why he might have killed Newman, if he did? Either he was taking attention The Poet wanted himself, or Newman was part of an agenda we don’t understand.”
“What we all understand