Killing Fear (22 page)

She blinked, watching Will button up his shirt. “Anna didn’t have a relationship with him.”

“Why would he change his M.O.?” Will shook his head. “I interrogated that bastard. I know his game. He thinks it’s part of the fun to kill women he had sex with. Sort of a reverse obsession. Usually rejection prompts a man of Glenn’s ego to act, the stressor to get him into a killing frame of mind. But with him, he gets the thrill of killing those who trust him. It’s not just about the victim. It’s about who finds the victim. He wanted you to find Anna.”

She shook her head. “No. Anna never had sex with him.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I am.”

“How?”

“Anna is a lesbian, okay?” she said, angry. “She was raped by her own father when she turned thirteen. That was her birthday present. He sexually abused her for two years before she ran away. Then the police brought her home and because she was too scared to talk about what her father did to her, she went through the same thing for six more months.”

“I’m sorry.” Will’s voice showed he did care about the girl Anna had been, the trauma she had suffered. It was one of the many reasons Robin had fallen in love with Will. His compassion was boundless, but didn’t border on pity.

“Anna ran away again, smarter this time, lied about her age, got a fake ID, and started working at RJ’s. I knew she was underage when he hired her, but RJ wouldn’t listen to me. He didn’t care about that, as long as he could justify his ignorance if he was ever caught.”
She closed her eyes. “Anna was so scared. But she put herself out there. She told me once that stripping gave her power over men that she’d never had before with her father. One of the other girls was a lesbian; she befriended Anna, and Anna told me when she moved into my apartment that she was gay and asked if that bothered me. I said it didn’t.”

“Maybe she was bisexual. She was young, maybe—”

“She wasn’t.”

Will stared at her. “Are you sure?”

“I am. She had the same reaction to Theodore Glenn as I did when I first met him. She wouldn’t have slept with any man, and she certainly wouldn’t have slept with him.”

Robin watched the expression on Will’s face harden. What was he thinking? “What? Does this mean something important?”

“Robin, I want the truth. Did you ever sleep with Theodore Glenn?”

She felt sucker-punched. “I told you I didn’t. You know how I feel about him.”

“Maybe it was a long time ago. Maybe you were in denial that he was targeting his former lovers. Maybe he expected you to be home, not Anna. Everyone knew she was going to Big Bear. And when she opened the door, he panicked, killed her instead.”

“I never had sex with him.”

Will stared at her and his eyes told her he didn’t believe her.

She rose from the bed, her nudity embarrassing her for the first time in her life. She’d given her heart to Will Hooper and he’d shredded it.

“You can see why I’m finding it hard to believe you,” he said quietly.

She pulled on the jeans that were too big and the top that was too small. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she would not cry in front of this man. Never again.

“Because I’m a stripper?”

“No, because of the M.O. He wouldn’t—”

“Fuck you, Will Hooper.”

She ran out of his town house.

“Ms. McKenna?” A deep, male voice came over her intercom. The security guard.

“Yes?” she said.

“There’s a Trinity Lange here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment.”

Robin frowned. She didn’t like talking to reporters, but Trinity Lange had been fair during the trial. Unlike the print media, she hadn’t harped on the fact that the victims were strippers, and seemed to honestly believe they deserved justice just as much as any other victim.

But why did the reporter want to see her? She was wary, especially now. “What does she want?”

A moment later, the voice said, “She says it’s completely off-the-record.”

Off-the-record. She didn’t know if she could trust Trinity, but Robin was curious. “All right, bring her back. Thank you.”

Robin shut her emotions in her office and met Trinity at the Back Room bar. Trinity smiled and thanked the bodyguard. “You have the most
gorgeous
staff,” she said.

“We want our customers to enjoy all five senses.”

“Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.”

“I haven’t yet.”

Trinity opened then closed her mouth and nodded. “I guess I deserved that.”

“You don’t deserve anything, good or bad. You were the only major reporter who didn’t talk about my friends like they were hookers. That kindness bought you this time. But I do not talk to the press, and I will not be quoted.”

Trinity took a deep breath. “Theodore Glenn paid me a visit the other night.”

Robin sat down before she fell over. Will hadn’t told her. “What happened?”

“He broke into my apartment and tied me to my bed. I was scared out of my mind.”

“Rightfully. He’s a killer. You sat through the trial. You know what he did to my friends.”

Trinity nodded. “He admitted to me that he killed Bethany, Brandi, and Jessica.”

Robin blinked. Her world tilted and everything seemed brighter. “And Anna?”

Trinity shook her head. “He said he didn’t kill Anna Clark. He was emphatic about it.”

“Don’t believe him.” Her voice was low, quivering. She swallowed bile.

“Normally I wouldn’t, but…”

Robin stared at the reporter. “I don’t believe you’re not doing a story on this.”

“Not on you. Not on the victims. But put yourself in my shoes. A convicted murderer admits to you that he’s killed three women, but not the fourth? How does it benefit him?”

“It gets him press. Gives him a platform. Buys him time to do whatever it is he’s planning on doing!”

“But—”

“And you’re buying it?” Robin fumed. “I never pegged you for a stupid woman, Trinity.”

The reporter bristled. “I’m not being stupid, Robin. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?”

“I think he’s after Will Hooper.”

“I’ll alert the media,” Robin said sarcastically, a pang of fear in her chest. She didn’t want Will dead. “That’s no big revelation. He killed Detective Sturgeon, the other cop who arrested him. It makes sense that he’ll go after Will, too.”

“It’s personal with him.”

“Isn’t murder always personal?”

“Why are you asking me the questions?”

“Why are you buying Theodore Glenn’s act? I knew the man. He’s the biggest manipulator on the planet. He thrives on these twisted games.”

“He knew about you and Will,” Trinity said quietly.

He saw us. Watched us, that night in the bar.

Will’s words from last night came back to her.

He’d told her Glenn had watched them, but she hadn’t asked how he’d come by that information. Now it made sense; a sick, twisted, obscene sense.

Robin said, “You told Will about this?”

Trinity nodded.

“Who else?”

“No one.”

“Really?” She stood to pour herself a shot of her favorite Reposado tequila and slammed it back; the smooth, flavorful liquor coating her senses.

“I told Will in private,” Trinity said. “I didn’t put it into the official record. I probably made a big mistake, but I like Will. I don’t want him to be hurt by this.”

“What does he want?”

“Will?”

“Glenn.”

“He wants to find out who killed Anna Clark,” Trinity said.

Robin slammed her fist on the counter.
“He killed Anna!”
she shouted.

She turned, head down, and put her hands on her knees. Took deep breaths. What was going on with her? Theodore Glenn was succeeding in breaking her. God, what if he really was after Will to hurt her? Why? Because she refused his advances? Because she never played his little games at RJ’s? Because she
knew
exactly who and what he was and steered clear of him?

You never thought he would kill.

Not until it happened, then she couldn’t imagine how she hadn’t seen it sooner. Found a way to stop him.

“I think he wanted you,” Trinity said quietly. “He said something to me that only makes sense now that I know he wasn’t lying about you and Will Hooper.”

She stared at Trinity, lips drawn tight.

“I didn’t tell Will. I meant to, but after I told him about Glenn watching you and Will being intimate, Will got all weirded out.”

“What didn’t you tell him?”

“You were supposed to be next, but you refused to go out with him. And he was furious.”

The words sunk in. Robin sat down heavily on a bar stool, unable to stand.

“I think Glenn got jealous,” Trinity said quietly.

“Jealous?”

“Of Will. That you chose Will over him. And he wants to make someone pay for it. You? Will? I don’t know, to be honest, I’m not a shrink. But he’s obsessing over both of you, I saw that when he talked to me. I need your help, Robin.”

“My help? What can I do? Believe me, I will shoot Theodore Glenn before I talk to him.”

“I don’t think he killed Anna Clark.”

Robin pleaded with Trinity. “Don’t believe a word he says! He’s a killer. You can’t listen to him.”

“I’ve been going over the court transcripts and all the evidence. Anna doesn’t fit the profile. She never had a relationship with Glenn.”

“Serial killers change M.O. all the time,” Robin said. She’d read too much about serial killers in the last few years; trying to understand why Anna died and she didn’t, why Theodore Glenn wanted to kill her friends in the first place. Nothing made sense to her, maybe because she couldn’t think like a killer.

“In your testimony, you said that Anna was supposed to be in Big Bear visiting her mother.”

“Yes.”

“And you thought she’d be gone for a week.”

“Yes.”

“But she came back after only two days. Why was she back in the apartment that night? Why didn’t you know?”

Robin had wondered the same thing for a long, long time.

“I don’t know why she didn’t call me, but Anna didn’t like being alone. Since her mother was late, she might have decided to just come home and drive back at the end of the week. They had a complex relationship, I didn’t really understand it at the time.”

“But you stated that everyone at RJ’s thought Anna would be gone all week, right? It was no secret.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Anna was not the intended victim.”

Robin stared at the reporter.

“I think you were. And I don’t think it was Theodore Glenn who wanted you dead. I believed him when he told me he didn’t kill Anna. What other enemies did you have, Robin? Who else would want you dead?”

NINETEEN

Their meeting with the Fed had just broken up when Will’s cell phone rang. He was at first surprised to see Robin’s business number on his cell phone, then worried that something might have happened.

“Hooper.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Theodore attacked a reporter?” Robin demanded.

“Trinity? I—”

She interrupted. “You didn’t tell me Glenn told Trinity about our relationship! Or that he’s telling everyone he didn’t kill Anna. I can’t believe you’d keep that from me!”

“Robin, calm down. I’ll come over and we can talk about this—”

“What’s there to talk about? You don’t
believe
him, do you?”

Will swallowed. He wasn’t certain what he believed, but he had to look at the facts and right now, Glenn just didn’t look good for Anna’s murder. Will wasn’t ready to declare him innocent of that death, but Causey had okayed him to quietly look into the case with Agent Vigo. Vigo was willing to take the heat if something went south on the case—including putting himself up to the media as the whipping boy—which placed him way up there on the good guy list for Will.

“You do. You believe him. How could you, Will?”

“We need to talk, Robin—”

She hung up.

Hans Vigo approached. “Everything okay?”

“That was Robin McKenna. She’s not ready to accept that Glenn might not have killed her roommate. Shit, why did Trinity go talk to her in the first place?”

“She’s searching for answers. Maybe she thinks Robin knows something important.”

“She doesn’t. She’s been traumatized enough.”

“We’re going to need to talk to Robin later. She might know something she doesn’t realize is important. If Glenn is truly not guilty of killing Anna Clark, we have a lot of work to do.”

“On the QT,” Will added.

“Absolutely.” Vigo paused. “What do you know about Jim Gage?”

“You don’t think—”

“If Glenn isn’t guilty, we need to look at people who have the access and knowledge of evidence collection—”

“I vouch for Jim. He dated my partner for three years. I just can’t see him as being capable of murder—he’s one of the most even-tempered people I know.”

“We’ll probably need to bring him in on this, but he can’t talk about it with anyone else. And you need to have a talk with that reporter,” Vigo added. “If she keeps flapping her mouth, she could be putting herself in the middle of a train wreck.”

“No argument there,” Will concurred. “But don’t discount that Glenn could just be playing with us.”

“I haven’t. But I don’t see what benefit he gets from it. You’re going to have to accept the fact that someone else might have killed Anna Clark, and the only person who would have known each detail of the crime would have been someone who worked at least one of the previous three crime scenes.”

Sara made Theodore breakfast. It was the best meal he’d had since being sent to San Quentin. She both looked and cooked better than the unappealing Jenny. He could get used to this.

He wondered if he could get Sara to dye her blonde hair red. Dark red.

“I’m going to lay low for the next day or so,” he told her.

“When are we leaving?”

“Why?”

“I just want to know. I have to pack—”

“I’ll tell you when you need to know. Right now we need my money.”