Robie nodded. “That’s right. And someone killed Emmitt.”
“Well, we know it wasn’t Jane Smith–slash–Laura Barksdale. She was locked up.”
“So that brings us back to Henry Barksdale.”
“Unless you have a better guess, I’d put my money there,” said Reel.
“Why kill his son all these years later?”
“Maybe he just located him. Emmitt was living under a different name. Blue Man did it relatively quickly, but he has a lot of horsepower behind him.”
“We have to find out for sure if Jane Smith is Laura,” said Robie.
“Can’t they take DNA samples from Emmitt and Jane and compare them? That will show if they’re related or not.”
Robie pulled out his phone.
“Who are you calling?” asked Reel.
“Our friendly neighborhood FBI special agent Wurtzburger.”
“You think he’ll help us on this?”
“If there’s even a chance his serial killer is mixed up in this, then yes, I think he will.”
Chapter
74
WURTZBURGER AGREED TO arrange for the DNA testing after Robie filled him in on the latest developments, and their theory that Henry Barksdale very well might be their killer.
After that Reel and Robie drove back to the Willows as the dusk gave way to darkness.
Halfway there the car’s AC simply quit and they had to roll down their windows.
“My God, is it always this humid down here?” asked Reel.
“Well, I remember it not being so bad in January and February.”
“Is that why you left? You thought you were in Hell and wanted to get out?”
“That wasn’t the only reason.”
She glanced at him, her brow furrowed. “You never really told me what you and your dad talked about.”
“We didn’t talk about anything. I said stuff that he ignored. Like always.”
“So no progress?”
“No, I did learn something I didn’t know before.”
“What?”
“Laura came by the house after I’d left and wanted to know where I was. And my father told her, basically, that I’d gotten the hell out and left her and him behind to start a new life for myself. Can you believe that?”
“If he were angry at you for leaving, then, yeah, I can believe it.”
He shot her a glance. “Don’t take his side on this.”
“I’m not taking anyone’s side, Robie. I’m just trying to understand a really complicated situation.”
“But it’s not complicated. My dad is an asshole and does whatever he can to screw up my life.”
“Well, if that’s your attitude, I don’t see you ever working this out and getting back in the field. And that’s what you want, right? To get back in the field?”
They sat in silence for some minutes.
“I don’t know,” Robie finally said.
“Well, you may have to answer that question before you can answer any of the others.”
“But what makes no sense to me is that I wrote and called Laura after I left. And got no reply. Ever. But she shows up at my house a couple days after I left and wonders where I am?”
“Well, maybe your letters and phone messages never reached her.”
“Shit. All these years and…”
The silence lasted another several minutes.
Finally Reel said, “Let’s move on to something a little more tangible. Henry Barksdale?”
“Yes. But how do we find him?” asked Robie.
“Well, if he’s killing people in Cantrell, he has to be somewhere close by.”
“I wonder how he lured Janet and Sara Chisum? He wouldn’t have even known them. They came here only recently.”
“Was he a good-looking guy?”
“Over two decades ago, yeah he was. Tall, very handsome, distinguished. He’s probably still all of those things. Different rules for guys versus girls as they age.”
“Well maybe it’s as simple as that. Older guy tells them he has money. We know they have sex for money.”
“But Emma Chisum seemed to think that Janet knew something about someone important. And that was going to be the source of the money.”
“Maybe she was wrong. Or lying. She seems really good at lying.”
“Maybe,” said Robie doubtfully.
“Whatever the case, we need to find Henry Barksdale.”
“I wonder if he ever visits Jane Smith.”
“Dugan said only Emmitt did.”
“He couldn’t be sure about that. And now with Emmitt gone—”
“You think he might go to visit her?” Reel asked.
“It seems to be our only low-hanging fruit on this one.”
He took out his phone and called Dugan. The man told him that no one had visited Jane Smith since they’d been there. Robie told him to call immediately if anyone came to see the woman.
“Stakeout?” said Reel.
“Stakeout,” said Robie.
She turned the car around, and they headed off in an entirely new direction.
* * *
An hour later Reel steered through the last curve and the mental institution came into view. Against the backdrop of darkness, its lighted interior looked like a multi-eyed beast waiting to devour unsuspecting prey.
They parked in front and climbed out of the car.
The next moment they heard the siren.
They both instinctively looked at each other.
The sounds grew louder.
“Sounds like it’s coming this way,” said Reel.
The facility was really the only thing out this way. The strip mall where the McDonalds was located was a couple miles distant.
Robie and Reel sprinted toward the entrance.
Doug Dugan and a passel of upset people were crowded in the lobby. When Dugan saw them he rushed over. “Oh my God!”
“What happened?” barked Robie.
“It’s Jane Smith. I called the cops.”
Robie and Reel were already running down the hall toward her room.
The door was open.
The light was blazing.
A tray with untouched food on it sat on a table next to the bed.
Robie’s gaze darted around the room and then came back over to the window. He stepped slowly into the room.
The window glass was cracked. Its epicenter was a small hole, and the cracks radiated out from that like a spider’s web.
Right below the window Jane Smith was lying on the floor.
Robie could see the entry wound. It was a bullet hole dead center of her forehead.
Blood had pooled under her. The woman’s eyes were open and unseeing. She would chirp and cluck no more.
Reel stepped to the window and looked out.
“Nothing.” She looked down at Smith. “The blood’s already started to coagulate. This didn’t just happen. Whoever shot her is long gone.”