Read Mortal Crimes: 7 Novels of Suspense Online
Authors: J Carson Black,Melissa F Miller,M A Comley,Carol Davis Luce,Michael Wallace,Brett Battles,Robert Gregory Browne
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Action & Adventure, #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Mystery, #Crime
“Cancel them?” She sounded confused, unsure of herself. This was a woman who had sung at the Met.
Laura steadied her voice, spoke in low, soft tones. “Would you please look at this?” She pushed the trophy list into Nina Brashear's hand.
Nina removed her sunglasses and looked down. She paged through the photos, stopped at the second to the last page. She said coldly, “What is this?”
“You tell me.”
Nina Brashear stabbed at the paper with one long, pink nail. “Are you playing games with me? These are Micaela's earrings.”
Laura twisted her head so she could see. She had guessed they might be. They were butterflies, but instead of a central bug body, there was a white, Kabuki-like mask.
“These are the
Madama Butterfly
earrings I bought for her when I sang at Covent Garden.”
“You're sure they're hers?”
“It was a limited edition made for Covent Garden. Made in the mid-
nineties
. How many other people would have them? It was her first real jewelry, she—”
Her eyes widened. “What are all these other things?”
From the horror in her voice, Laura knew that Mrs. Brashear had already guessed. Still, she said, “These are articles of clothing and jewelry a man named Robert Heywood took from his victims.”
Brashear took a sip of ice water, her hand trembling. “You're saying, you're saying that all the people who had these things, all of them are dead?”
“That is what I'm saying.”
“But … ” She fiddled with her sunglasses, put them back on, pushed them up into her hair. “Micaela's not dead.”
Laura waited.
Suddenly Nina Brashear stood up, knocking over the water. “I'll be back, I've got to go … I'll be right back.” She walked off in the direction of the bathroom.
Laura thought about following her, settled on watching the door from here. Eventually, Mrs. Brashear emerged. Walking into the sunlight, head up, proud, pulled together.
She stood over the table as the waiter wiped up the spill and replaced the glasses. When he had gone, she sat down and said fiercely, “I
knew
it wasn't her. Somewhere inside, I knew.” She picked up a napkin, ran her fingers along its edge. “My daughter—Micaela—she's dead, isn't she?”
“Yes.”
“Who
is
she?” Nina hissed.
“We think her real name is Angela Santero.”
“How did she fool us? How did she know so much—?” She stopped, and Laura saw the horror on her face. Nina Brashear was very quick. “What does this mean?” she asked warily.
This was so hard to say, but Laura had to say it. She had to make Nina understand how dangerous this woman was. “We believe that Angela Santero and her boyfriend, a man named Robert Heywood, kidnapped Micaela, and they killed her together.”
“Together … you mean … ?” She stared around her as if trying to find something to help her assimilate what she was being told. “You mean she knew about Mickey because she was there when she was
killed
? That's how she knew so much about her?”
“I'm afraid so.”
“She remembered her kitten,” Nina said softly. “Max. She remembered him as a kitten. She used to call him milk-baby, because he liked milk.” Her face hardened. “Max doesn't like her. I should have known something just by that. He stays out of her way.”
Once Nina Brashear started talking, it was as if she'd unleashed a storm.
“I knew there was something wrong. Colin's hardly ever around. He said it was my imagination, but she couldn't have changed that much. She is so
cold
. Cold and selfish and cruel. It's like the opposite of the Midas Touch. Everything she touches, everyone she meets, they end up unhappy somehow. I thought I was paranoid, but it's true. Bad things happen just from being around her.”
Laura steered her to the here and now. “Tell me what's going on in the house. Has Dr. Brashear left for the clinic yet?”
She glanced at her watch. “I would think so by now. What are you going to do?”
“We've got a SWAT team on the way. But we had to make sure that you, Dr. Brashear, everyone else is safely away from there. Does the maid live with you?”
“Lourdes? Yes.” She seemed distracted. Laura could almost see the wheels turning. Clearly, Nina Brashear was thinking of all the ways, big and small, Angela had betrayed them. “She knew Micaela's favorite songs. She knew that she played T-ball—the name of her team. How did she get Mickey to tell her all that?”
Laura thought it possible that Angela had gotten into Micaela's confidence by befriending her, giving her false hope that she would escape. It was just a guess, but if fit with the manipulator Angela was. “About the maid. Is there any way to get her out of the house?”
“I could tell her to go to the store.”
“Does she have a car?”
“An old beater. Colin makes her park it around back.”
Laura said, “Can you make the call? Try to be calm. Don't let on that anything is wrong.”
Nina punched the number into her cell phone.
Laura watched as she spoke to the maid. As flustered and angry as she was a few moments ago, her voice betrayed nothing. She told the maid she needed her to bring her a new blouse immediately to the Arizona Inn. That she'd spilled coffee on the one she was wearing. She described the blouse she wanted and reiterated—rather imperiously, Laura thought—that Lourdes needed to move quickly.
“That takes care of Lourdes,” Nina said.
Laura was impressed. Clearly, this woman knew how to handle emergencies and was a smooth liar. She imagined that her years on the stage helped a great deal.
Laura said, “One more thing. Could you call Dr. Brashear and see if he's left the house yet?”
Nina did so. She shook her head. “He's not answering. He could be talking to someone or his phone could be turned off. But he should have left by now. '
“We have to wait for the maid to clear out of there.”
Laura asked her about the layout of the house. As Mrs. Brashear talked, Laura sketched it out on her notepad, adding her own impressions of the rooms she'd seen. She got a description of Lourdes's car, a white Mercury Topaz, and the black Lincoln Navigator that Dr. Brashear drove.
She opened her phone and relayed this information to Sergeant Brandon Cole of SWAT.
“We've had our people around here since seven this morning,” Cole said. “Nobody's seen any of the cars in your description.” He went on to describe Nina's SUV, which they
had
seen.
“Can someone go by and see what's in the drive?” Laura asked.
“Can do.”
Laura looked down at the sketch of the house. On the left was a detached garage with double doors. “Would the Navigator and Micaela's car be in the garage?” she asked Mrs. Brashear.
“The Navigator would. Mickey—Angela—usually parks her car out front.”
“Lourdes's car isn't visible from the road.”
“No. Colin would be livid if anyone saw it. I still can't believe it. I can't believe how she pulled the wool over my eyes. We believed her completely. At least I did. Our lawyer wanted to test her for DNA, but she managed to convince me that would be a betrayal of trust.”
“You had DNA? Of course you would. You'd keep her things, wouldn't you? Her baby shoes, her—“
“No. We didn't. Six months to the day Mickey disappeared, Colin had the room cleaned out and repainted, took all her things to Goodwill.”
Laura stared at her. “He did that?”
“He said we had to move on.” Her lips crimped into an angry line. “He said
I
needed to move on. He told me I was going off the deep end, that I needed
closure
. When I was out of town, he cleaned everything out. Everything!”
Laura thought:
The bad things people did to each other.
Nina fingered the locket resting in the hollow above her collarbone. “He didn't know about this, though. I kept a lock of her hair.”
By nine forty-five, both Dr. Colin Brashear's Navigator and the maid's car had left the Colonia Solana neighborhood, and the SWAT team was in place. Laura was on her way.
By ten twenty, everything had changed.
A fire truck and ambulance were parked in the driveway near Micaela's Pontiac. The SWAT commander met Laura in the driveway and told her what had happened. The SWAT team had already breached, only to discover that the house had been ransacked. Dr. Colin Brashear lay in a pool of his own blood near the kitchen door, shot in the chest at point-blank range.
Angela had managed to drive out unfettered, because they'd been expecting Dr. Brashear in the Navigator. The Navigator had dark tinted windows. All Angela had to do was put her hair in a ball cap and no one would be the wiser. Although the garage was detached from the house, the few steps from the house to the garage were screened by a tall hedge of oleanders.
Unbelievable. All that preparation, and Angela had still gotten away.
Dr. Brashear was still alive, but barely. Laura watched as the ambulance pulled out, the light bar on the roof revolving.
Angela Santero was in the wind; the mamba was loose in the world.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Laura put out an APB on the Navigator. Sheriff's deputies were dispatched to the airport and the bus stations. Checkpoints were set up on I-10 at the Kolb exit going east and at Cortaro Road going west. I-19 was covered, as well as Oracle Junction and State Route 86. But of course, Angela could be anywhere. Tucson was a city of eight-hundred thousand people; it would be easy to lie low. Laura needed something specific, something to tell her where Angela might go. She called Nina, who was still at the Arizona Inn, and broke the news about Dr. Brashear. “He's at the University Medical Center trauma unit,” Laura told her.
“I'm on my way.” Nina Brashear's voice was dull. Laura thought she was in shock.
“I know you're anxious to leave, but I have to know about Micaela's money situation. Does she have credit cards, an ATM card?”
“She has at least two credit cards. She might have more than that. And I know she has an ATM card. Her bank is our bank—Wells Fargo.”
“Do I have permission to search her room for her financial information?”
“Of course you do. Why are you wasting time like this?”
Laura ignored that. She was thinking of the prosecutor's case. “I have permission to search your house, too?”
“Of course, of course,” Nina said, talking quickly. “I've got to go to the hospital.”
“Can you give me an idea where to look?”
“She's got a laptop. I don't know if she files things or not. She won't let me in her room. She's big on privacy. I've got to go. Is Colin … Do you think he'll live?”
“He might,” Laura lied. But if she had to bet, she'd guess he was already dead.
________
Laura didn't spend much time in Angela's bedroom. The TPD would do a more thorough search; Laura looked only for financial information.
The place had been ransacked. Drawers pulled open, dumped on the floor, the bedding removed. Had she really taken the
bedding
? From the dust, Laura could see that some ornaments were gone. There was no laptop. The closet was half empty, shoes tossed on the floor and others missing. A glance at Nina Brashear's room yielded more evidence of a burglary; her jewelry box had been rifled.
In Dr. Brashear's study, Laura got an officer with bolt cutters to open his filing cabinets. She found information on both his and Mrs. Brashear's credit cards and bank, neatly filed. Brashear also had a file named “Micaela - Wells Fargo.” From this file, Laura was able to get the numbers of one credit card and the ATM card issued to her.
Laura glanced at the mahogany grandfather clock near the window. It was ten thirty-two. The Navigator had driven out of the Colonia Solana subdivision at nine twenty. Angela had been gone over an hour. She could be anywhere, but Laura had an idea where she might be headed.