Sight Unseen (13 page)

She felt her muscles relax as she stepped into the house and swung the door closed behind her.

Agents Griffin and Reade were in the living room.

“Are you okay?” Reade asked.

“Yes. Just tell me this paid off.”

Griffin and Reade exchanged discouraged looks.

Kendra cursed under her breath. “Nothing at all?”

“Not so far.” Griffin’s gaze narrowed at his laptop s screen on the coffee table. “No unusual movement in the vicinity of your condo building. We stopped a couple of people who were leaving buildings on your block, but nobody who didn’t belong there.”

“And here?”

“Not yet,” Reade said. “There are agents all over, and Metcalf has a bird’s-eye view from the parking garage at the end of the block. He hasn’t reported any suspicious activity.”

“Great.”

For the first time, Kendra glanced around the living room. She hadn’t considered visiting the house since the victim’s parents had already sent cleaning crews in and begun preparing their late daughter’s home for sale.

It was immediately apparent that Kristy Ludwig worked erratic hours, ate in front of the television, and occasionally smoked pot. Kendra’s visual scan abruptly stopped when she spotted a laundry hamper stuffed with baby toys. Damn. She remembered that Ludwig was a single mother who had left behind an eighteen-month-old girl. The toys and high chair brought it home in a way that a few lines in a case file could not.

Kendra stared at those toys for the better part of an hour while it became apparent that she and the FBI had utterly failed in their attempt to smoke out the killer.

“I’m calling it,” Griffin said in the manner of a surgeon declaring a patient dead. “Suspend the operation.”

Reade picked up her radio and notified Metcalf.

Griffin turned toward Kendra. “Thanks for your help. Looks like you’re going to need that guard outside your door for a while longer.”

“The condo association will be so pleased.”

*   *   *

AS KENDRA UNLOCKED HER FRONT DOOR,
she turned back to the young FBI Agent, Donald Nelson, who was acting as her guard. “If you need to use the bathroom or want something to eat or drink while you’re here, you’re certainly welcome.”

“That won’t be necessary, ma’am, but thank you.”

“The guard who was here last night didn’t either. They must be teaching bladder control at Quantico these days.”

The agent smiled. “Can’t confirm or deny. It’s classified. Good night, ma’am. Just call if you need me.”

Kendra entered her condo and tossed her keys on the foyer table. She’d already canceled her appointments with her clients for the next few days, but she’d told them she was available for any questions. Thank heavens, there was no one who was at a crucial point in their therapy. She checked her watch—10:35
P.M.
Check to see if there were any messages. Too late to return phone calls, but perhaps she could dash off some e-mails and—

She froze. She couldn’t breathe.

Holy shit.

There, scrawled on her living room wall in red paint, was a message.

NICE TRY, KENDRA. BUT YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT.

—MYATT

He’d been here.

In her home.

She felt violated.

Was he still here?

She went still, listening for any sign of him.

She held her breath and moved toward the door. Stay calm. All she had to do was scream, and that FBI agent would be at her side in seconds.

Or would he?

Her mind raced. What if he’d been dispatched as easily and cruelly as that young police officer?

What if Myatt himself was waiting on the other side of that door?

Shit-shit-shit.

Keep moving, don’t panic …

Are you there, you bastard? I almost hope you are. I want to come face-to-face with you again.

She gripped the doorknob with one hand, the dead bolt with the other. She flipped the dead bolt and threw open the door.

The FBI agent stood there, safe and sound. “Ma’am? May I help you?”

She took a moment to catch her breath. “Yes, you can. Come in and take a good look around, Agent Nelson. But first, call Griffin right now and get him out here.” She moistened her lips. “It seems our psychopath paid me a visit.”

*   *   *

THE FBI EVIDENCE RECOVERY TEAM
arrived before Griffin, Metcalf, and Reade, and they appeared to be gathering little from the scene besides the paint shavings scraped from her wall. Kendra watched them work for a few minutes before stepping away and leaning wearily against the wall in her building’s corridor.

Metcalf joined her. “Hell of a couple days, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

He looked down the hall, where Griffin and Reade had just stepped from the elevator. He lowered his voice. “You were right about this nut. He was two moves ahead of us.”

“He does his homework, that’s for damned sure.”

Griffin approached Kendra. “I guess our little radio show didn’t fool anybody.”

“That’s not true.” Kendra shrugged. “We certainly fooled ourselves.”

Metcalf laughed, but cut it short after Griffin shot him a withering glare.

“I want to know how Myatt got into my condo,” Kendra said. “The locks on my doors haven’t been broken, and he would have to be a master locksmith to pick them. I made sure of that when I moved in.”

“Give us a little time,” Griffin said. “We’ll have an answer for you.”

Reade broke in. “And we’ve already begun a door-to-door search here in the building. We’ve identified the traffic and security cameras in the area, and since you were gone less than two hours, it narrows our focus on how much footage we need to request and examine.”

Kendra looked away. “I’m sure Myatt identified those cameras, too. He probably did it days ago. He probably mapped out a route to avoid them all, and if he couldn’t do that, he disabled a camera or two.” Her glance shifted back to the agents. “It’s what I would have done.”

Griffin looked through the open doorway at the scrawled message on her living-room wall. “Day one of Criminal Profiling 101 tells us that we shouldn’t assume that the perp will think and behave as we would ourselves.”

“Normally, I would agree. But not only is he incredibly detail-oriented, he considers himself an artist. Every brushstroke has to be painted just so, or it all falls apart.”

“We still need to follow every angle. Everyone makes mistakes.”

“And I’m sure he’s already made a few,” Kendra said. “We just haven’t found them yet.” She turned to Reade. “Where do we stand on that police sketch?”

“It made the late edition of the papers, and it’s been on all the evening news shows. We’ve already had dozens of calls on the tip line.”

“Hundreds,” Griffin corrected. “Hundreds and hundreds. As usual. No matter how specific and detailed the sketch is, everyone is convinced that their coworker, college roommate, or kid’s soccer coach is a serial killer.”

“We’ll do a preliminary check and gather photos for as many as we can,” Reade said. “We’ll have you come in and take a look. Maybe even tomorrow.”

Kendra nodded. “Good. The sooner the better.”

“You have a place to stay tonight?” Metcalf asked.

Kendra gestured toward her doorway as two more evidence specialists entered. “Sure. Right there.” Before he could respond, she said, “Just joking. I have a friend who lives in the building.”

“A friend who won’t mind an FBI man lurking outside her door all night?”

“Actually, Olivia might be into that.” She grinned. “But I’ll tell her to keep her beautifully manicured paws off the poor guy.”

CHAPTER

6

“DID YOU FIND EVERYTHING?”
Olivia asked, as Kendra came out of the bathroom into the guest room. “You haven’t stayed overnight for a long time. Not since we had a few too many cocktails after I made us that fantastic lasagna dinner last year.”

“It was fantastic. You’re a great cook.” Kendra glanced at Olivia, who was standing in the doorway. “Has it been that long? It seems like yesterday.”

“You’ve been busy. So have I.”

“You’ve got that right.” She pulled back the sheet and slipped into bed. “Thanks for taking me in tonight.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Olivia said. “We’re closer than sisters. Who else would you go to?”

“No one. Except Mom. And that would have opened a huge can of worms again.” She punched the pillow and settled in the bed. “I’m fine, Olivia. Go back to bed.”

“Shall I turn out the lights?”

“Please.”

Olivia reached out and flipped the wall switch, and the room was plunged into darkness. She stood there, silhouetted against the light streaming from the hall behind her. “Kendra … I’ve always wondered something ever since you had that operation.”

“Wondered what?”

She was silent, then asked, “How do you feel about … darkness?”

Kendra wished Olivia hadn’t turned off the light. She couldn’t tell by her voice what she was feeling. Olivia was too good at hiding her emotions. “Why do you want to know?”

“Darkness is home for me, it’s my comfort zone. Before you gained your vision, you felt that way, too. It was something we shared. I know it can never be that way again, but I was curious. Is there an instant of panic? Or is there comfort?”

Olivia had been wonderfully generous and happy when Kendra had gained her sight, but there had been many large and small issues about adjusting their relationship to the new status. Evidently, this was one of the questions that hadn’t been addressed. “How do I feel at the moment I turn out the lights and go back to the dark?” She was silent, thinking. “I guess I never analyzed it. When I first opened my eyes after the operation, I was frightened. It was all too much. Too bright. Too gloriously vivid. It took me weeks to adjust, then I gradually became accustomed to that world. Oh, not like someone who had always had their sight and took it for granted. I could never take it for granted. But I became drunk with the headiness of it. I wanted to taste every vision and sensation. I went a little off kilter trying to do it. But you know that.”

“Yes, you worried me.” She paused. “But I might have done the same thing if it had been me.”

“I
wanted
it to be you, too. God, how I wanted it,” Kendra said. “It will be you someday. We’ll find a way.”

“I’m exploring every avenue. Every new treatment that comes along,” Olivia said. “I’ll get there. We’ve always walked side by side. I don’t want to be left behind.”

“That’s not going to happen. We’ll always be together.” That wasn’t enough of an answer. Olivia’s question had contained deeper meanings. “And how do I feel now about darkness? There’s no panic. I could accept it if I lost my sight again. I would hate it, but we made the best of it before I was given my miracle. And, yes, there are moments when I feel a sense of comfort when I shut my eyes and let the darkness flow around me. It brings me back to the past and to you. It reminds me what we had together. That was all good.”

“You’re damn right it was.” Olivia’s voice was a little throaty. “But I didn’t mean for you to give me this long, involved speech. I just asked a simple question.”

“There’s never anything simple about you, Olivia.”

“Okay, I feel insecure every now and then.” She started to turn away, then turned back. “I don’t want you to go back to your place even after the FBI tells you they’ve plugged up the hole this rat crawled through. Why don’t you plan on staying with me until that nut is caught?”

“No way.”

“I thought you’d say that. Think about it.”

“Okay, but not tonight.” She yawned. “It’s been one hell of a day. And I don’t expect tomorrow to be any easier. I seem to be on a fast track and can’t get off.”

“And you’re on it alone, dammit. When is Adam Lynch getting back?”

“I have no idea. Good night, Olivia.”

“You want him back, too.”

Kendra turned over on her side. “See you in the morning.”

Olivia laughed. “Good night, Kendra.”

She closed the door as she left, and the darkness was almost total.

As Kendra had told Olivia, the darkness held no real fear for her. She had faced that demon and knew how to live with it. But the darkness did release her mind to race in circles. She could still see that message on the wall of her living room.

How the hell had he managed to get into her condo?

Not tonight. Shut down. She was too tired to think clearly.

If Griffin didn’t find out the answers tomorrow, she would go back to the apartment, and something would trigger it for her.

Go to sleep.

You want him back, too.

Maybe she did, but she’d never admit it to the arrogant bastard.

Shut down. Go to sleep …

*   *   *

SHE SLEPT LATER THAN USUAL.
Her cell phone rang and woke her at 8:40
A.M.
the next morning.

Mom!

Kendra had to clear her head and sound bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She hadn’t expected to have to confront her before coffee.

“Good morning.” She struggled to a sitting position. “I meant to call you yesterday afternoon and tell you everything was going well, but I got busy and I—”

“Your voice sounds as if you just woke up. You never sleep past seven. Are you okay?”

“Fine. I was just up late talking to Olivia.” That was at least true. “And that fall took a little toll on my stamina.”

“I told you that you should have gone to the doctor.”

And that was something else to put her mother’s mind at ease. “Well, it turned out the doctor came to me. Lynch sent a physician to the FBI headquarters with orders to check me out.”

Silence. “He did? How … unusual.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. But I went through with it because it was easier than fighting off the doctor who evidently had strict orders. I’m absolutely fine, Mom.”