Divine Justice (16 page)

"I don't think Sampson voluntarily went out and got so stinking drunk that he can't remember anything." He grabbed a can of cola from the small fridge, then returned to his chair. "I wanted to read him, but he wasn't in a friendly sort of mood."

Natassia gave Jasi a questioning look.

"When Ben reads someone," she explained, "they have to be relaxed and open."

"Ah," Natassia replied. "And unsuspecting."

"Uh, yeah," Ben said. "I did, however, read two inanimate objects, although I didn't get a lot from either of them."

He told them of his vision from the cigar butt.

"We're surrounded by Canadian flags here," Jasi said.

"And the silver sun?"

She thought about this. "A full moon or new moon, maybe."

"Or coins," Natassia added.

"Maybe," Ben said.

"What about your other vision?" Jasi asked.

"Before I left Sampson's office, I took a photo of a newspaper clipping." He brought the photo up on his data-com. "When I touched it, I saw Sampson walking along a road that veered off in two directions."

"He hit a detour," Jasi guessed. "Or had to choose."

"Yeah, but what's weird is that I saw him clearly on one road and a paler ghost image of him on the other."

"Maybe it's related to the gun vote. He chose yes, but wanted to vote no."

"Or it could be unrelated."

She hated seeing him so unsure. "Do
you
think your vision is connected to the case?"

"Honestly? I don't know."

Jasi felt for him. Lack of clarity was a common problem with Ben's gift. He usually saw cryptic symbols, which made interpreting his visions extremely difficult.

"Well, let's keep it in mind," she said.

"Oh, and speaking of photos," Ben said, "the one you took of that boat is registered to Chief Justice Victor Cahill."

Jasi initiated a quick phone number search on her 'com. Within seconds she was connected to the judge's office and lined up an appointment the following day with the esteemed Chief Justice.

"All taken care of," she said when she hung up.

"Anything else we need to know?" Natassia asked Ben.

"Yeah, Sampson's missing a blue binder. He thinks he left it in his Parliament office, but his wife says it was on a shelf at home. I'll check with him later on that." He released a pent-up sigh. "I wish to hell we knew what was going on here."

"I have a feeling," Jasi said, "that things are going to get a lot worse before they get better."

From beneath her lashes, Jasi spied on her partners and tried not to laugh. Ben sat in the armchair near the window, as far away from Natassia as he could get. But he couldn't stop staring at her. Natassia was oblivious.

"See anything interesting?" Jasi asked Ben.

His head whipped around. "What?"

"In the files."

Ben's task was to read through the missing person's reports that had been sent to his laptop.

"Uh, nothing yet."

"We should look for connections the men may have had. There has to be a reason why these men were chosen."

On her own laptop, Natassia was screening the main folders from Winkler's computer, checking for recently updated files. Jasi sat at the table across from her and poured over the victim's emails and the brief report on Darlene MacKenzie, the woman who'd gone missing for three days. MacKenzie's credit card showed charges for the room and a couple of meals. Nothing there.

With each passing hour, she became increasingly frustrated. Nothing jumped out at her. Nothing unusual, anyway.

"I don't see anything in Winkler's correspondence," she said with a sigh. "Everything seems to be either innocent conversations or a lot of boring political mumbo-jumbo that I can't even understand."

She'd already contacted everyone Winkler had emailed the week before his death. Nothing had panned out, and they weren't any closer to solving his murder.

She studied her partners. From the looks on their faces, they weren't having any better luck at finding something useful.

Ben caught her eye. "What?"

"Now I know why OPS and the RCMP were stumped. And they didn't even have half the information we have."

Ben's eyes drifted toward Natassia. "What about you? Any luck?"

"Nope," their new partner muttered. "Nada."

Jasi groaned. "So what are we supposed to do now? Wait around for a killer to make his next move?"

No one said a word.

"We need more to go on," she muttered.

"I agree," Ben said. "But we still have to keep looking."

Natassia glanced up. "I'm done with these files. The only ones Winkler created in the past three months match the forms we found. He revised a few of them somewhat, then printed and signed them. Most were attachments that he saved in separate files."

"I've got nothing," Ben said. "Everything the wives say checks out with the reports they filed when their husbands went missing. And there weren't any witness reports to give us any leads."

Jasi nodded. "The only connections outside of their disappearances are that both men are members of Parliament and they're well respected with few complaints lodged against them."

"What about police records?"

"Squeaky clean. Both of them."

"Nobody's that clean," Ben argued. "Not in politics, that is."

Jasi agreed. "So what ties them together? They hang around with different crowds, are members at different country clubs and have no interests in common."

"They're both married," Ben said. "But I can't picture Oprah getting her husband drunk and dragging him to a park bench."

"Oprah?" Jasi said, her mouth crinkling in a half-smile.

"Lorraine Sampson." He shrugged. "Hey, she looks like Oprah to me."

"Who's Oprah?" Natassia interrupted.

Jasi and Ben were stunned into silence.

Natassia cocked her head to one side. "Well?"

"You're not serious, are you?" Jasi asked. "Oprah Winfrey? One of America's most influential women?"

No response.

"Queen of television talk shows?" Jasi prodded.

Natassia gave them a bland look. "I don't watch TV."

"I take it you're not a member of her book club either."

Ben released a muffled sigh. "Back on track, you two. We've got one dead politician and one who was missing for nearly two days. We have to trace Sampson's steps, find out where he was, where he was drinking. Someone had to have seen him."

"Tomorrow I'll check out the bars near the park," Jasi said. "Why don't you two visit Sampson?"

"Natassia should go with you," Ben said quickly.

Jasi smiled. "Well, since I'm team leader, I think she should go with you."

Ben's face reddened. "Jasi―"

"Yoo-hoo!" Natassia cut in, waving a hand at them. "I'm right here. Why don't you ask me who I want to go with?"

Ben cleared his throat. "Sorry. Go ahead."

Natassia smiled at Jasi. "I'll go with Ben. That way we can both try to read Sampson."

"Good," Jasi said. "Well, now that we have that settled, what shall we do the rest of the night?"

Ben seemed lost in thought and she prodded him with her elbow. "Up for some cards after dinner?"

"As long as it isn't Texas Hold 'em."

"I win!" Jasi said, letting out a whoop of victory as she spread her cards out on the table.

These two are just too easy to beat.

Natassia tossed her cards down on the table. "That's five wins in a row."

"Now do you see why I didn't want to play this game?" Ben said dryly. "Jasi's too damned good at keeping a poker face. Wish I was a mind reader."

"There are only three Level 2 mind readers in the world," Jasi said absentmindedly. "And they're banned from any gambling establishment."

Natassia broke out in a fit of laughter. "My God, you're so damned serious. Loosen up."

Jasi blushed.

"This is really refreshing," Natassia said, leaning back in her chair.

Ben's brow arched. "What is?"

"This. Playing cards with my partners."

Ben's eyes widened. "What the hell do you usually do to pass the time? Some cases are virtually endless."

"Like this one?"

Jasi cut in. "How did your other teams do things?"

Natassia shrugged. "We met like you do every night to discuss the case. Then we went to our rooms and went to bed. That way we could get up the next morning and do it all over again."

"Sounds boring," Jasi said. "How do you get to know each other then?"

"We're given files on every member of our team. My team leader doesn't encourage fraternization outside of work."

"Michael Dorsey?" Ben said.

Natassia looked at him, surprised. "You know him?"

"We met. Years ago."

Ben didn't say any more. Jasi had a feeling he was leaving something out intentionally.

"Well, as long I'm team leader," Jasi said, "we can fraternize all we want." She placed a hand on Natassia's arm. "When it's time for business, we're there. One hundred percent. But in between we need to relax, chat, play cards."

Natassia glanced from Jasi to Ben, then back. "I can tell you're very close."

"Ben's my best friend," Jasi replied.

In fact, Ben was more like family to her. A big brother that she could always rely on. One who would always be there for her, just as she would for him.

It was late when Jasi and Natassia finally left, just after midnight. He removed his gloves and put them on the bedside table, next to his data-com and gun. Then he undressed and climbed into bed. But sleep evaded him.

Staring up at the ceiling, he thought of Monty Winkler. The man had an enemy, someone who hated him enough to burn him alive and make him suffer.

Then there was Porter Sampson. Was he simply a victim of over imbibing? Or was there something more to it? It sure seemed like there was. Nothing added up, and he had a sneaking suspicion that a serial killer lurked on the streets of Ottawa, searching for his next victim.

He sighed
. I hope we get him first.

Having a new member on the team was a bit disconcerting and it was throwing him off his game. For some reason every time he looked into Natassia's deep sapphire eyes, he was reduced internally to a bumbling schoolboy who couldn't think straight.

Why did Natassia have such an affect on him?

Natassia.

Now there was a conundrum. She might dress as if she's ready to go out partying until the wee hours of the morning, yet she exhibited some reticence. Bold, yet shy at times. He suspected that she knew exactly what she was doing.

And what is that exactly?

He sank into a deep sleep, disturbed only by a face with sapphire eyes, dark lashes and lips that made him ache to kiss her.

13

Thursday, April 19, 2012

~ Ottawa, ON

After breakfast, Ben and Natassia left for a meeting
with Porter Sampson, while Jasi decided to take the CFBI files on Winkler and Sampson down to the coffee shop. She was seated in the far corner near a window. In most cities the morning rush hour would have been winding down by now. But not in Ottawa. The streets were still packed, bumper to bumper.

First, she pulled out Monty Winkler's file. She leafed through it until she found the information on the man's political standing and placed it on the table. Then she did the same with Sampson's file.