The Last Move (Criminal Profiler 1)
As he moved to find the bagels, he asked, “Do you always wake up this productive?”
“Sometimes.” She ran her fingers through her tousled hair she’d yet to tie back. “When a case is bothering me.”
He pulled out two bagels. “You want yours toasted?”
“Yes.”
“So what has your mind buzzing today?”
“I would bet money Drexler’s headed to San Antonio to find me. I’m the one who found Sara and the other bodies. I’m the one who ruined his good time.”
“Are you that easy to find?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Or at least my mother’s home is easy to find.”
Mazur’s gaze roamed the kitchen. “And she’s in Dallas with Aunt Lydia, correct?”
“Yes.” She shook her head. “With William and Drexler out there, she’s better off in Dallas.”
“This isn’t your fault.”
“Of course it is. Given my work, I should have never come here.”
He reached for her mug, refilled it, and set it in front of her. “It’s a matter of time before Nevada catches him.”
“He’s completely shaved. His own mother wouldn’t recognize him.”
He moved to the toaster, set the bagels on a plate, and placed them in front of her. From the refrigerator he dug out butter, cream cheese, and strawberry jelly. “We eat first.”
“I can’t eat now.”
“Yes, you can. We have thirty minutes. Then we’ll head to the station. Eat.”
She looked toward him and then back at her computer.
“Is this the part where you get weird?” he challenged.
“I’m not being weird. I’m being normal. This is how I am all the time.”
“Which is a little weird, Kate. In a good way.”
The acceptance in her expression was almost sad. “It’s amusing to you now, but in the long run it’ll drive you crazy. I’m not an easy person.”
“Neither am I. And don’t you think we have to be a little odd to do what we do?” he asked. “But we found a few perks of the job last night.”
She grinned slightly. “I really enjoyed those perks last night.”
He raised his cup. “To more perks.”
The idea made her frown. “We can’t be lovers and work on this case.”
“Why not?”
“Because sex taints relationships.”
“Taints?”
She pressed her fingertips to her temple. “That’s not the right word.”
He shook his head. “Words are your specialty.”
“You’re right. Taint is the word I meant to use. I’ve been to a few shrinks. The consensus is that I was intimate with William Bauldry and it destroyed my family, so since then I associate sex and closeness with trouble.”
“Do you like being alone?”
She dusted the bagel crumbs from her fingertips. “I understand the practicality of it.”
He shook his head. “Classic deflection, Dr. Hayden. Do you like it?”
“No. Not really. But it works for me.”
“How much longer do you think it’ll work?”
“I don’t know. For as long as I can take it, I suppose.”
“Why don’t you allow yourself a damn personal life?”
A brow arched. “With you?”
“Sure, why not? There’s a good chance I’ll be in Virginia by the end of the year. I’d like to see you again.”
She stood, moved to the sink, and poured out the coffee. “Like I said, once you get to know me, you’re going to be disappointed. I’m a workaholic, and I don’t leave my work at the office.”
He moved to within inches of her and leaned in a fraction to set his coffee cup on the counter next to hers.
She stiffened but did not pull away. “There are two monsters out there, and they both want to kill me. I don’t want you to get killed, too.”
“I’m a big boy. Besides, I hope ol’ Willie or this Drexler make a play. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to bring them both down.”
She laid her hands over his. “You’re cocky.”
“I’m confident. Big difference.” He kissed her.
She leaned into the kiss, and he could feel the fresh coat of ice melting. She pulled back. “We have to get to the station.”
“I know.” He glanced at the clock. “We still have half an hour.”
“A whole thirty minutes?”
“Yep.”
She smiled.
Drexler was glad to get out of the city. He couldn’t breathe around all the buildings and people. But under an open sky he felt free. He followed the directions William had given him. As he moved down the barren stretch of road, he saw in the distance the gates that seemed to open to nowhere. Nothing in Texas was nearby. No telling how many miles he’d drive once he turned onto the property.
Dust billowed around his tires as he came to a stop. The name of the ranch was The King’s Castle. A smile crooked the edge of his lips. Even he got this one.
“King’s Castle,” he said as he drove down the lane. More red dirt kicked up around him as he made the two-and-a-half-mile trek to the two-story brick home with a wide front porch. A couple of hundred feet beyond that was an outbuilding. He headed straight to the back barn.
He parked and got out, stretched his back a few times. He’d been on the run for days now, and it was beginning to take its toll.
He moved to the barn door and lifted the latch. He glanced back at the house to make sure no one was watching before opening the door. Inside to the right of the door was a light switch. He flipped it on.
The lights cast a warm glow and brightened his mood. Centered in the room was a stack of lumber, sawhorses, nails, hammers, and saws. All the supplies he needed to build one of his boxes.
Drexler skimmed his hand over the fine lumber. These weren’t discarded scraps, but oak that had been milled to a smooth finish.
He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a sawhorse. A scan of the room revealed a cot made neatly with white sheets and a green blanket, a sink, open cabinets stocked with canned goods, a hot plate, and a refrigerator. He looked behind a wooden partition to find a toilet. Bauldry was good with the details.
He opened the refrigerator and found it packed with beer. Pinned to the beer was an envelope. He studied the note a beat but reached for a beer first.
He popped the top, drained it, crushed the can, and tossed it toward the trash. He missed. Grabbing another beer, he opened the envelope. There were two images inside. The first featured a young girl. She had blond hair. Whoever took the picture captured her hair blowing back in
the wind. She had a blush to her cheeks and perfect white teeth. She was petite, likely not more than five feet tall.
The picture behind the first featured a familiar face. The woman was Kate Hayden. She wore her dark badass FBI jacket, jeans, and boots. She was staring off into the distance.
He took a long swig as he continued to study the images. The lumber pile beckoned him. It was just enough for two boxes.
“Nice.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
New Year’s resolution: burn it all down.
San Antonio, Texas
Friday, December 1, 11:00 a.m.
Kate was in the conference room reviewing her notes on William when a uniformed officer knocked and entered. “Sorry to bother you, but there’s a Mark Westin here to see you. He said he’s the attorney for Charles Richardson.”
She let her pen drop and for a moment didn’t speak. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the front reception.”
“Right. I’ll be right there.”
When the door closed, she rolled her head from side to side trying to work some of the stiffness out. She’d dealt with Mr. Westin when Richardson had been arraigned, and the judge, based on her testimony, denied bail. Richardson had been furious, but Westin had taken it in stride, knowing there’d be other opportunities to help his client.
She slid on her jacket, pulled a brush from her backpack along with lipstick. Chin up, she closed her laptop, shoved it into her backpack, and dropped it in Mazur’s cubicle. He was on the phone. She mouthed, “Can I leave this here?”
He nodded and cupped his hand over the phone. “What’s going on?”
“Richardson’s defense attorney is in the lobby.”
Ignoring his frown, she wove through the cubicles toward the elevator and rode it down to the first floor. The scent of cologne greeted her as she stepped into the lobby. The room was buzzing with activity. In one corner, a mother and child were waiting. In another, a couple of cops were in a heated discussion. At the front desk a man in jeans, an old plaid shirt, and worn boots was shouting at the police sergeant behind the desk.