Before he Kills (A Mackenzie White Mystery—Book 1) (4 page)

Mackenzie was surprised as she entered
Hailey Lizbrook’s apartment; it was not what she had expected. It was neat and
tidy, the furniture nicely centered and dusted. The décor was very much that of
a domesticated woman, right down to the coffee mugs with cute sayings and the
pot holders hanging from ornate hooks by the stove. It was evident that she had
run a tight ship, right down to the haircuts and pajamas on her sons.

It was very much like the family and
home she always dreamed of having herself.

Mackenzie recalled from the files that
the boys were nine and fifteen; the oldest was Kevin and the youngest was
Dalton. It was clear as she met him that Dalton had been crying a lot, his blue
eyes rimmed with puffy red splotches.

Kevin, on the other hand, looked angry
more than anything else. As they settled in and Porter took the lead, it showed
perfectly clear when Porter tried speaking to them in a tone that was somewhere
between condescending and a preschool teacher trying too hard. Mackenzie winced
inside as Porter spoke.

“Now I need to know if your mother had
any men friends,” Porter said.

He stood in the center of the room while
the boys sat on the living room couch. Hailey’s sister, Jennifer, was standing
in the adjoining kitchen, smoking a cigarette by the stove with the exhaust fan
running.

“You mean like a boyfriend?” Dalton
asked.

“Sure, that could be a male friend,”
Porter said. “But I don’t even mean like that. Any man that she might have
spoken to more than once. Even someone like a mailman or someone at the grocery
store.”

Both of the boys were looking at Porter
as if they were expecting him to perform a magic trick or maybe even
spontaneously combust. Mackenzie was doing the same. She had never heard him
use such a soft tone. It was almost funny to hear such a soothing tone come out
of his mouth.

“No, I don’t think so,” Dalton said.

“No,” Kevin agreed. “And she didn’t have
a boyfriend, either. Not that I know of.”

Mackenzie and Porter looked to Jennifer
over by the stove for an answer. All they got in response was a shrug. Mackenzie
was pretty sure Jennifer was in some sort of shock. It made her wonder if there
might be another family member that could take care of these boys for a while,
since Jennifer certainly didn’t seem like a fit guardian at the moment.

“Well, how about people that you and your
mom didn’t get along with?” Porter asked. “Did you ever hear her arguing with
anyone?”

Dalton only shook his head. Mackenzie
was pretty sure the kid was on the brink of tears again. As for Kevin, he
rolled his eyes while looking directly at Porter.

“No,” he said. “We’re not stupid. We
know what you’re trying to ask us. You want to know if we can think of anyone
that might have killed our mom. Right?”

Porter looked as if he had been punched
in the gut. He glanced nervously over to Mackenzie but managed to get his
composure back fairly quickly.

“Well, yes,” he said. “That’s what I’m
getting at. But it seems clear that you don’t have any information.”

“You think?” Kevin said.

There was a tense moment where Mackenzie
was certain that Porter was going to get harsh with the kid. Kevin was looking
at Porter with pain in his expression, almost daring Porter to keep at him.

“Well,” Porter said, “I think I’ve
bothered you boys enough. Thanks for your time.”

“Hold on,” Mackenzie said, the objection
coming out of her mouth before she was able to think about stopping it.

Porter gave her a look that could have
melted wax. It was clear that he felt they were wasting their time talking to
these two grief-stricken sons—especially a fifteen-year-old that clearly had
issues with authority. Mackenzie shrugged his expression off and knelt down to
Dalton’s eye level.

“Listen, do you think you could go hang
out in the kitchen with your aunt for a second?”

“Yeah,” Dalton said, his voice ragged
and soft.

“Detective Porter, why don’t you go with
him?”

Again, Porter’s gaze toward her was
filled with hate. Mackenzie stared right back at him, unflinching. She set her
face until it felt like stone and was determined to stand her ground on this
one. If he wanted to argue, she’d take it outside. But it was clear that even
in a situation with two kids and a nearly catatonic woman, he didn’t want to be
embarrassed.

“Of course,” he finally said through
gritted teeth.

Mackenzie waited a moment as Porter and
Dalton walked into the kitchen.

Mackenzie stood back up. She knew that
around the age of twelve or so, the tactic of getting down at eye level with
kids stopped working.

She looked at Kevin and saw that the
defiance he had showed Porter was still there. Mackenzie had nothing against
teenagers, but she did know that they were often difficult to work
with—especially in the midst of tragic circumstances. But she’d seen how Kevin
had responded to Porter and thought she might know how to get through to him.

“Level with me, Kevin,” she said. “Do
you feel like we showed up too soon? Do you think we’re being inconsiderate by
asking questions so soon after you received the news about your mom?”

“Sort of,” he said.

“Do you just not feel like talking right
now?”

“No, I’m fine with talking,” Kevin said.
“But that guy is a dick.”

Mackenzie knew this was her chance. She
could take a professional, formal approach, as she normally would—or she could
use this opportunity to establish a rapport with an angry teenage boy.
Teenagers, she knew, above all, cherished honesty. They could see through
anything when driven by emotion.

“You’re right,” she said. “He is a
dick.”

Kevin stared back at her, wide-eyed. She
had stunned him; clearly, he had not expected that response.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that I
have to work with him,” she added, her voice layered with sympathy and
understanding. “It also doesn’t change the fact that we’re here to help you. We
want to find whoever did this to your mother. Don’t you?”

He was silent for a long time; then,
finally, he nodded back.

“Do you think you could talk to me,
then?” Mackenzie asked. “Just a few quick questions and then we’ll get out of
here.”

“And who comes after that?” Kevin asked,
guarded.

“Honestly?”

Kevin nodded and she saw that he was
close to tears. She wondered if he’d been holding them back this entire time,
trying to be strong for his brother and his aunt.

“Well, after we leave, we’ll call in any
information we can get and then social services will come to make sure your
aunt Jennifer is suitable to care for you while final arrangements are made for
your mom.”

“She’s cool most of the time,” Kevin
said, looking over to Jennifer. “But her and Mom were really tight. Like best
friends.”

“Sisters can be like that,” Mackenzie
said, having no idea if it was true or not. “But for now, I need to see if you
can focus on my questions. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, I hate to ask you this, but
it’s sort of necessary. Do you know what your mom did for work?”

Kevin nodded as his eyes dropped to the
floor.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I don’t know how,
but kids at school know about it, too. Someone’s horny dad probably went to the
club and saw her and recognized her from a school function or something. It
sucks. I got ribbed about it all the time.”

Mackenzie couldn’t imagine that kind of
torment but it also made her respect Hailey Lizbrook a hell of a lot more.
Sure, she stripped for money at night but during the day she was apparently a
mother who was involved with her kids.

“Okay,” Mackenzie said. “So, knowing
about her job, you can imagine the kind of men that go to those places, right?”

Kevin nodded, and Mackenzie saw the
first tear slide down his left cheek. She almost reached out and took his hand
as a sign of comfort but she didn’t want to antagonize him.

“I need you to think about whether or
not your mom ever came home really upset or mad about something. I need you to
also think about any men that might have…well, any men that might have come
home with her.”

“No one ever came home with her,” he
said. “And I hardly ever saw Mom angry or upset about anything. The only time I
ever saw her mad was when she was dealing with the lawyers last year.”

“Lawyers?” Mackenzie asked. “Do you know
why she was speaking with lawyers?”

“Sort of. I know that something happened
at work one night and it made her end up talking to some lawyers. I heard bits
and pieces of it when she was on the phone. I’m pretty sure she was talking to
them about a restraining order.”

“And you think this was in regards to
where she worked?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Kevin said. He
seemed to have brightened a bit once it seemed that he had said something that
might be of assistance. “But I think so.”

“That’s a huge help, Kevin,” Mackenzie
said. “Is there anything else you can think of?”

He shook his head slowly and then looked
into Mackenzie’s eyes. He was trying to remain strong but there was so much
sadness in the boy’s eyes that Mackenzie had no idea how he hadn’t broken down
yet.

“Mom was ashamed of it, you know?” Kevin
said. “She worked from home some during the day. She was this sort of technical
writer, doing websites and stuff. But I don’t think she was making much money.
She did the other thing to make more money because our dad…well, he split a
long time ago. He never sends money anymore. So Mom…she had to take this other
job. She did it for me and Dalton and…”

“I know,” Mackenzie said, and this time
she did reach out to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he seemed to
be grateful. She could also tell that he wanted to cry quite badly but probably
wasn’t going to allow himself to do it in front of strangers.

“Detective Porter,” Mackenzie said, and
he emerged from the other room, glaring at her. “Did you have any further
questions?” She shook her head subtly as she asked this, hoping he’d pick up on
it.

“No, I think we’re good here,” Porter
said.

“Okay,” Mackenzie said. “Again, guys,
thank you so much for your time.”

“Yes, thanks,” Porter said, joining Mackenzie
in the living room. “Jennifer, you have my number so if you can think of
anything that might help us, don’t hesitate to call. Even the smallest detail
could prove helpful.”

Jennifer nodded and let out a croaky,
“Thanks.”

Mackenzie and Porter made their exit,
walking down a set of wooden steps and into the apartment complex parking lot.
When they were a safe distance away from the apartment, Mackenzie closed the
distance between them. She could feel the immense anger coming off of him like
heat but ignored it.

“I got a lead,” she said. “Kevin says
that his mother was working toward filing a restraining order against someone
at work last year. He said it was the only time he had ever seen her visibly
mad or upset about something.”

“Good,” Porter said. “That means that
something good came out of you undermining me.”

“I didn’t undermine you,” Mackenzie
said. “I simply saw a situation falling apart between you and the oldest son,
so I stepped in to resolve it.”

“Bullshit,” Porter said. “You made me
look weak and inferior in front of those kids and their aunt.”

“That’s not true,” Mackenzie said. “And
even if it
was
true, what does it matter? You were talking to those kids
like they were idiots that could barely comprehend the English language.”

“Your actions were a clear sign of
disrespect,” Porter said. “Let me remind you that I’ve been at this job for longer
than you’ve been alive. If I need you to step in to help me, I’ll damn well
tell you.”

“You ended it, Porter,” she replied. “It
was over, remember? There was nothing left to undermine. You were out the door.
That was your call. And it was the wrong call.”

They had reached the car now and as
Porter unlocked it, he looked over the roof, his eyes blazing into Mackenzie.

“When we get back to the station, I’m
going to Nelson and put in a request to be reassigned. I’m done with this
disrespect.”

“Disrespect,” Mackenzie said, shaking
her head. “You don’t even know what that word means. Why don’t you start by
taking a close look at how you treat me.”

Porter let out a shaky sigh and got in
the car, not saying anything else. Deciding not to let Porter’s tense mood get
the best of her, Mackenzie also got in. She looked back to the apartment and
wondered if Kevin had allowed himself to cry yet. In the grand scheme of
things, the beef that existed between her and Porter really didn’t seem all
that significant.

“You wanna call it in?” Porter asked,
clearly pissed that he had been overstepped.