Deadly Lies (33 page)

It wasn’t until the sound of his footfalls faded in the distance that she felt the tension ease in her shoulders, and she lengthened her
stride. She thought about the sex videos and Joel, who liked to hurt women. She’d take care of him. She’d make sure he never hurt anyone else. While she wasn’t exactly performing a public service, she preferred to think she was leaving the world a better place, like taking out the trash.

Joel Goodsen was waiting by the main entrance to the botanical gardens, dressed for the cold weather in a black wool trench coat and cashmere scarf. Though it was dark, she could still make out the sharp angles of his face underneath the sodium lights. He looked a little older in person than the picture he’d posted with his online profile. But he was blessed with sharp good looks that would get him noticed in any crowd. With dark hair and brown eyes the shade of milk chocolate, he couldn’t be more different in appearance from Kenneth Cox.

“Lilith,” Joel said, using her online handle from the Hook Up website. “Your name does you justice.”

The smile on his face looked frigid, and with a half smile of her own, Jill noticed the dull gleam of a platinum wedding band on his left hand. She wondered what Mrs. Goodsen was up to this very moment. Was she at home with the kids? Working out with her personal trainer? Did she know what her husband was doing on the other side of the continent? Would she like being a widow with access to his money?

“Hello, Joel.” She stopped in front of him. The slight southern accent added a layer of warmth to her voice, and made her feel more in character. How she liked to play games. “So glad you could meet me.”

“We have reservations for eight, so we’d best get moving.”

His tone was crisp, all business, the kind of voice she would expect from a man who negotiated multi-million-dollar deals. Without offering his arm, he continued down the path that mirrored the drive toward the California Academy of Sciences, still heading east.

“Don’t tell me you’re still on New York time. Surely you’ve figured out by now on the West Coast, time is more fluid. Meetings start late, reservations start later, things just take longer. So relax, we’ll be fine.”

Joel forced a chuckle, but she could tell from his ramrod-straight posture and stiff smile that he had no intention of relaxing. Maybe he wasn’t capable of it. Control was his thing. She thought about the videos. Her eyebrows rose. Apparently he applied different risk- tolerance models to different parts of his life.

“Nothing quite like a walk in the park after a long day at the office.” She glanced over at him. “Is it as big as Central Park?”

“Bigger. And darker.” Joel looked uneasy. His eyes swept the path for any signs of danger.

“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” Jill couldn’t help teasing him, especially since it was obvious how much he despised it. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. I know jujitsu.”

This remark made him smile. It was a condescending smile, and Jill had the distinct impression Joel placed his confidence in few women, considering them a lower life-form. She found it easy to hate him.

“Did you learn it at a women’s self-defense class?”

“Our instructor was a Navy SEAL. I could kill you with my thumb.” Stripping off her light glove, she held the digit up for his inspection. Actually, it was the index finger of her right hand and the gun in her pocket that would prove his undoing. But that was getting ahead of herself, she mused with a twisted grin.

“I feel better already.”

The city sounds of traffic mingled with the rustling of the leaves as they wound their way deeper into the park. If Jill was nettled by his sarcasm, she didn’t let it show. After their pithy exchange over instant messaging, Joel was turning out to be the flinty chauvinist she had taken him for. She was going to enjoy this.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“The restaurant is part of the Academy of Sciences. It’s called the Moss Room. Comes highly recommended.”

“Sounds nice. Take many of your women there?”

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced sharply at her, as if trying to decide exactly what she had meant by the remark.

“Only the good-looking ones.”

Jill let the quip pass without comment as she peered into the darkness ahead. The place she had scoped out was not much farther now. She could feel her pulse build momentum as they drew closer.

They reached the junction of Martin Luther King Jr. Drive and Middle Drive East. This was exactly where Jill wanted to be, and she led the way off of the main path into a dark little nook called Shakespeare’s Garden. What better place for a romantic rendezvous? Joel’s pace slowed. He stopped and turned toward Jill. Irritation flashed in his dark eyes.

“Look, not that this isn’t fun, but we don’t have time for a nature walk. We’ve got ten minutes to make it to the restaurant.” He tried to reassert control.

“Look,” she said, mimicking him, “you’re not going to enjoy what I have in store for you if you don’t try to relax a little. You’re not afraid to take a few risks, are you?” Jill brushed past him, taking care to make contact and heighten his interest. It was more than just playful touching when she pressed herself against him. “Besides, it’s faster to go this way.”

“Are you sure? It’s dark, and I don’t want to get turned around.”

“I know what I’m doing. You’ll see,” she purred in his ear as she slipped past. The traffic noise from the city streets subsided, and an eerie quiet settled between them. After a moment, she turned to glance back at him. “You are coming, aren’t you?”

“Not yet,” he muttered under his breath, and she chuckled at the joke. He affected a more relaxed air. Jill could tell it was an act, but at least the asshole was trying.

Jill led the way down the curvy path and paused outside the wrought-iron entrance to Shakespeare’s Garden, waiting for him to catch up. The darkness closed in on them. Jill could hear the sound of their footfalls on the cobblestone path. They passed underneath a dense canopy of trees. The branches wove together, appearing like black lace against a charcoal sky. She slowed as she came to the stone sundial in the center of the path and turned to face Joel.

Without preamble he pulled her against him, his mouth descended quickly, and he kissed her hard. She froze for a second, instinctively wanting to shove him back. But she was playing a role, and Lilith gave herself up to the moment. Her hands slid up the thick fabric of his trench coat and knotted around his butter-soft scarf.

At last he raised his head, eyes barely visible in the dim light. Without a word, he pushed her back through the darkness, across the uneven lawn, until she was pinned against the trunk of a huge redwood tree. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against her throat. His hand snaked through her layers of clothing and unceremoniously mashed her breast.

Her breath caught and her head reeled. A wave of anger washed over her. Presumptuous bastard. This was her dance, and she was going to lead. She needed to get control of the situation. Fast. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she eased him back to give herself some breathing room.

“Why the rush? My mama always said to beware of a man in a hurry. We have all night.”

Jill could see a muscle twitch in Joel’s clenched jaw. He was a man who liked being in control, which made the situation more dangerous.
More fun
, she amended. She felt the rush of anticipation sizzle along her nerve endings. But now it was time to bring the final act to a close.

“Tell me, Joel, do you like to play games?” Easing forward, Jill nibbled on his ear, her hand dropping below his belt line until she found what she was looking for. Touching him aroused all kinds of emotions in her: contempt, loathing. Pushing those feelings aside, she focused on her goal and watched Joel’s head tip back. His eyes closed; his lips parted. She had his full attention now.

Oh yes, he liked playing games all right. Joel Goodsen. Risky business. Sex with strangers. She would bet money that he not only liked to play games, he liked to win.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” His breathing was ragged, and Jill pulled back. For the first time all night, a playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“How about a little hide and seek? That is, if you’re not scared of the dark. Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while.”

The challenge was meant to be a not-so-subtle swipe at his masculinity. With a thin-lipped smile he took the bait. And while Joel tied the cashmere scarf around his eyes, Jill pulled out the gun.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

A
lex had to admit that despite his throbbing arm, he felt pretty damned good. After months of frustration, Jerry Honeywell was finally behind bars. He delivered the news of Honeywell’s arrest to Natalie’s parents in person, the last stop on his way back to the station.

The decision to leave Abby a voicemail had raised his partner’s eyebrows, but Alex chose not to explain. The renewed attraction he felt for Abby was complicated, and fueling it by going to see her on such an emotionally charged topic was like running around with a loaded gun in your hand. Stupid.

The unauthorized trip to Yakima was even worth the serious reprimand they had both received from Captain Lewis. The mood in the cybercrimes unit was subdued; the entire staff was walking around on eggshells. Kris Thompson had spent the last few days avoiding Alex altogether, and that was fine by him. With his arm in a sling, he was cheerfully clearing out some of the less critical cases from his backlog.

Washing two Advil down with his cold coffee, Alex picked up the phone and dialed a familiar San Francisco number.

Luka Petrovich picked up on the third ring, the tone of his voice terse, as if immersed in other matters and resenting the intrusion.

“I’ve got good news for you.”

“Alex?”

“You got it, amigo.”

“I could use some good news.” Amid the lyrical Russian accent, Alex could hear the smile in Luka’s voice and pictured him reclining back in his chair.

“We got Honeywell.”

“Great news. I want all the details.”

Alex spent a few minutes bringing Luka up to speed on their trip to Yakima, brushing off any concerns about the gunshot wound to his arm.

“Given half the chance, I’m sure that Stone would have shot you himself, not to mention me.” Luka’s hearty laugh filled the phone, and Alex could well imagine ATF Agent Russell Stone’s feelings on the matter.

“Well, he’s not the only one. Captain Lewis is not my biggest fan these days, either. But sometimes you’ve got to do what you think is right, even when it bends the rules a little.”

“Ain’t that the truth!”

They both laughed. As the sound died away, Luka grew serious.

“Did you hear about Kayla Miller?”

Alex’s gut instinctively ratcheted tighter.

“No.”

“What was left of her body was found by a couple of backcountry skiers on Mt. Shasta.”

Alex groaned softly and rubbed his forehead where the beginning of a headache was taking shape.

“What do you mean, ‘what was left’?”

“Wolves had gotten to it. They found a few pieces of her in the snow. It’s unlikely we’ll ever know what happened to her.”

“Shit,” Alex said. He was sure Honeywell was responsible for Kayla’s disappearance, and now they wouldn’t get a chance to prove it. Justice for Natalie would have to serve for Kayla as well. He let out a long, hissing sigh. “So, what have you been working on?”

“’Tis the season to be jolly. I don’t know why the murder rate spikes during the holiday season, but we’ve been hammered lately.”

“No kidding.”

“You know, I’m working on a case that reminded me of you.”

“Should I be flattered?” Alex asked with a half smile as he directed his gaze out the window at the drizzling rain. “Do tell.”

“I’ve got two dead bodies. Both crime scenes feel like a blind date gone wrong. And I’ve got no clear ties between the victims.”

“You’ve checked escort services?”

“No luck there. Also, their financial records look clean. No unusual transactions.”

“What about local working girls?”

“Possible, but it’s kind of coincidental that both victims were from out of town. Local girls would mean local johns and local victims.”

“Interesting. What about an online dating scenario? Your victims could have been trolling any one of dozens of dating sites.”

“That’s an angle I’m looking into, but our computer forensics guys have a backlog of cases. I was wishing I had someone like you to help. Mine is at the back of the queue.”

“If you want me to take a quick look, I can do that. Have your team upload the disk images, and I’ll see what I can find.”

“That would be great.”

“Sure. Have your techs talk to mine and we’ll get the ball rolling.

“Thanks, man. I appreciate the help.

“Sure thing.”

It took a couple hours and a couple of phone calls from Kris to get the disk images of the victims’ computer hard drives uploaded. It took even less time for Alex to verify that both men belonged to a common online dating site. One in particular, Hook Up, specialized in married people looking for extracurricular affairs.