Divine Justice (37 page)

Abby handed her a slip of paper. "Everything okay?"

"It will be."

"Sorry I couldn't be more helpful."

Jasi headed toward the door. "No problem."

"Agent McLellan," Abby called after her. "I didn't see the hot one and I don't know if this means anything, but I did recognize one of those photos."

Jasi turned on one heel. "What?"

"It's probably not important…"

"Let me be the judge of that."

"Okay, well, that photo of the Ebonic dude? On your cool cell phone? I saw him here."

"The Ebonic guy."

"Yeah, an older dude. Like, maybe he's got grandkids."

Jasi hissed in a breath.
Sampson.

Hauling out her data-com, she showed Abby the photo.

"This guy?"

Abby nodded. "He was here a week ago, maybe two. It was late, maybe midnight. Dude was with a
white
guy."

Excitement bubbled up from Jasi's stomach.

"Can you describe him?"

Abby gave her an apologetic smile. "He had a dark moustache. Wish I could tell you more, but that one was bundled up like there was a freaking blizzard outside."

"What was he wearing?"

"A dark jacket, I think. Jeans, maybe."

The girl could have been describing half the male population in Ottawa.

"Anything else?"

"He wore a baseball cap."

"Any logo on it?"

Abby shrugged. "Maybe. I'm not into sports."

"Anything else?"

"The ball cap guy wore sunglasses too."

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to hide his appearance.

"Kind of dark in here for sunglasses," Jasi said.

"That's why we noticed him."

"We?"

"Me and Manny. We thought Ball Cap was weird. He kept leaning forward and whispering. The black dude barely said a word, except for ordering their drinks. Two Southern Comforts on the rocks."

"Do you have Manny's phone number?"

"Yeah, but you won't need it." Abby smiled. "He's in the back room stocking the shelves."

Manny―aka Manuel Rodriguez―was maybe eighteen, with a shaved head, beefy build and an assortment of street tattoos and scars. In a stained white muscle shirt and a pair of faded jeans, he turned in Jasi's direction and immediately flaunted his muscles with the air of an ex-gang banger, someone who could hurt you bad with his eyes closed.

She didn't want to find out.

"Why you wanna talk to me?" he asked, his head cocked to one side. "I ain't done nothin' wrong."

Jasi smiled slightly. "I never said you did." She showed him Sampson's photo. "This is the guy you saw the other night?"

"Yeah." Manny flicked a nervous look at Abby.

"She's
aight
, Manny," the young woman said, slipping into street lingo. "She cool. Just wants to know about that black dude and Ball Cap."

"So, Manny," Jasi said. "Tell me what you remember about these men."

"Not much," Manny said, shaking his head slowly. "They was into some serious shit. You could tell by lookin' at 'em. Maybe talkin' business. Didn't look like either of 'em were out for a good time."

"Did you hear anything?"

"Nope. Nada." He scratched his head. "They talked, then they left. Ball Cap left first."

"Did you notice a logo on his cap?"

"Yeah. It was something gold. Couldn't make it out though. Too dark in here."

"Did you see if either of them got into a cab?"

"Nope." Manny looked at Abby.

"Me neither," the young woman said.

Jasi sighed. "Any chance you have security cameras?"

Abby shook her head. "Sorry."

Jasi thanked them and made for the door.

Outside, she glanced at the buildings on either side of the pub. No cameras. She looked across the street. Nothing there either.

She'd struck out.

Damn!

"Jasi's pissed," Ben said, gripping the steering wheel.

It ate at him, this feeling of helplessness when it came to Jasi. He could sense impending doom and she was the last person he wanted to see caught up in it.

Natassia eyed him, one brow raised. "She's pissed because you keep bashing her boyfriend."

"Zane's not her boyfriend."

"What is he then?"

"He's, uh...well…"

"Yeah, right."

He glanced out the side window. He didn't want Natassia to see how much it hurt him that Jasi wouldn't listen to him.

"Let her make her own decisions, Ben. Otherwise she'll resent you."

"I know. I do." He changed the subject. "Did we get the report on the evidence found at Sampson's crime scene?"

Natassia shook her head. "The lab was backed up. They said we'll have it sometime tomorrow. You think the gum or the receipt belonged to our killer?"

"We can only wish. It would certainly give us the break we need."

"And the condom?"

"This wasn't a sex crime. And I don't think the killer boinked someone right before he set Sampson on fire."

"You never know."

Natassia was right. When it came to murderers, some had perverse habits, behaviors that make normal people cringe.

Take the Parliament cases. Whoever they were looking for took great pleasure in inflicting pain. That's why he drugged his victims, bashed their heads in and then set them on fire while they were still breathing. He wanted them to see their own deaths.

Ben thought of his vision. Flags were everywhere, but why he'd seen one falling into water, he hadn't a clue. And they still hadn't determined the meaning of the shining silver sun.

"Mind if I turn on some music?" Natassia asked.

"Go ahead. CDs are in the glove compartment."

He studied the road ahead and navigated a turn.

A glint of light made him look at Natassia. She was holding up a CD and the light reflected off it, creating a silver glow around the edges.

"A silver sun," he whispered.

"What?"

The SUV lurched to a stop in a church parking lot.

"In my vision. The silver sun!"

"
Relaxation for the Soul
," she said.

"Exactly."

"But we already had the CD analyzed, Ben. They didn't find anything suspicious. No prints, no manufacturer's address."

"Maybe the tech didn't look close enough."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he said. "It's just a feeling."

"You think the music is covering up something?"

He nodded. "That's exactly what I think." His data-com beeped. "Yeah."

"I checked the businesses on either side of the pub," Jasi told him. "No one saw Zane."

"What about the girls who worked that day?"

"I called them and emailed Zane's photo. I'm waiting for their calls."

"Let us know if you get anywhere," he said, glancing at Natassia. "We're on our way back to the hotel."

"Where'd you go?"

"We were headed for the hospital." Before Jasi could interject, he added, "I wanted to speak to Zane myself, see if he remembered anything yet."

"So why'd you change your mind?" Jasi sounded wary.

"You know that CD we found at Sampson's?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure it's the silver sun I saw in my vision."

"But Matthew already had it tested."

"We need to go deeper, have the music analyzed."

After he hung up, he steered the car in the direction of the hotel.

"The silver sun," he said, glancing at the CD. "Now all I need to figure out is what the flag in the water means?"

"Any ideas?" Natassia asked.

"Not really."

Approaching Parliament Hill, he caught sight of the Canadian flag that waved high atop the center spire that housed the clock tower. He felt an overwhelming sense of patriotism. Men fought for and died for this flag, this country. Yet, somewhere close by, a killer wasn't feeling so patriotic.

Why?

If he could figure that out, he'd know who to look for.

He paced in front of the window in Jasi and Natassia's hotel room.
The longer he examined the disk, the more certain he was that it held a clue.

"I need the disk," Natassia said, holding out a hand.

When he gave it to her, she slipped it into the drive on the laptop.

"Do you think there's something hidden on it?"

"You mean like terrorist plans?"

He chuckled. "I'm thinking more like subliminal messages."

"Matthew said he could have someone on it right away, if you want."

"I have a feeling you might find the answer quicker."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. A hunch maybe. You seem to know your way around a computer. Inside one too."

Natassia gazed up at him with her sapphire eyes, eyes he could swim in…or drown in.

"Why, Agent Roberts, I do believe you've given me a compliment."

He could feel the fire under his skin. "Don't get used to it."

"Yes, sir."

He could hear the laughter in her voice. It wasn't such a bad sound. It made him think of the wind chimes his mother had hung in the back yard when he was a kid.

Whoa! Where did that come from?

He squelched the childhood memory and spent the next ten minutes wondering why Natassia affected him the way she did. It wasn't something he could ignore. He felt the pull.

Does she?

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

~ Ottawa, ON

The following day, it rained continuously. Actually, it
was more like the torrential downpours Jasi was used to in Vancouver. Moody weather. That's what she called it.

She hadn't liked missing her morning run, but she wasn't prepared to freeze her butt off in the cold rain, so that morning while Natassia slept, she had slipped quietly out of their room and headed for the gym on the main floor. A half hour of weights followed by an hour on the treadmill made her feel a bit better. After her run, she had showered
and dressed for whatever the day would bring.

Jasi watched the rain through the window. It was finally thinning out, the entire city washed clean, sanitized.

"I hate the rain," she muttered

"You live in Vancouver," Natassia said behind her. "You should be used to it."

"Does anyone ever get used to rain?" Jasi turned away, still tired from her nap. "Why couldn't it rain at night, when we're all sleeping?"

"It'll pass."

"It's not just the rain," Jasi admitted. "I feel like we're going around in circles and I'm worried someone else is next on this killer's list. I can't stand waiting. I need to stay busy."

"I have a feeling we'll be very busy soon enough."

"Why do you say that?"

Natassia shrugged. "Just a feeling."