Deadly Relations (26 page)

Tim always hated it when anything interrupted his Saturday morning ritual with Megan. They’d made a pledge during their honeymoon years ago that Saturday mornings belonged to the two of them, to have breakfast in bed, and then make love for hours. With his demanding career and caring for a small daughter, there had been a couple of Saturday mornings they’d missed. But they were few and far between.

He imagined Megan naked in the shower and felt a hot jolt of lust surging through his veins. Tim pulled a box of matches out of a drawer, got out of bed and quietly crept to the bathroom where he lit every candle. He then flipped the light switch off, removed his boxer shorts and pulled back the shower curtain.

“
Well, hello, big boy,” Megan said. “What took you so long?”

Tim crushed her to him and hungrily kissed her as he angled their bodies under the water, until it sluiced over them. He kissed her over and over until heat flowed in his veins, straight to his erection.

Megan’s hands began a slow massage with lemony shower gel that started with his shoulders, moving down until her fingers caressed the hard muscles in his back, as her breasts moved against him, driving him wild with desire. Pushing him against the shower wall, her hands went to work on his chest and pecs; her fingers making gentle circular motions with the gel. She slid her hand down and grinned at the very male moan that came from the deep of his chest when she touched him. His senses reeled as if short-circuited. Turning off the water with one hand, he reached for towels with the other. As quickly as he could manage it, the two were on the bed and he was exploring and worshiping every part of his wife’s body, trying to communicate he loved her as much today as the day they got married.

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Jennifer leaned against a tree, impatiently tapping her foot. They
’d been at the boat ramp for close to three hours, and they hadn’t found a body. She was beginning to suspect Charlie Barnett was either senile, or had never seen a woman’s body in the lake in the first place. This had better not be a wild goose chase, or Charlie could find himself on a personal tour of a jail cell. Jennifer looked across the lake to the boat’s latest stop and glanced at her watch. Suddenly, Jennifer’s cell phone vibrated in her jacket pocket.

“
Brennan.”

Lance Brody’s voice sounded through the phone. “We just found her. Blake’s bringing her up now. She’d been thrown in with a thick logger chain wound around her body, and got stuck to the branches of a fallen tree at the bottom.”

“
Is it Brianna Hayden?” Jennifer wanted to know.

“
Won’t be able to tell until we get her onboard.”

Jennifer disconnected the call, and shoved the cell back in her pocket. She called out to Doc Meade, as Karen Katz joined him. “They found the body. They’re coming back as soon as they have her onboard.”

Doc Meade and Karen Katz got up and walked to the boat ramp to wait. Jennifer pulled a stack of towels from the back of the SUV and joined them.

As soon as they were close enough, Blake and Lance jumped off the boat, then pulled it onto the boat ramp while a deputy ran to get the trailer. Charlie Barnett jumped out of the boat and ran to the nearest tree, where he braced himself as he vomited.

Doc Meade’s two assistants scurried next to the boat with a gurney, lined with an open body bag.

“
Blake, is it Brianna?” asked Jennifer.

Blake nodded with disappointment. He took a towel from her and rubbed his hair and face with it.

The coroner assistants wheeled Brianna’s body up the ramp, then Doc Meade bent over her. “Her body hasn’t been in that lake any more than a few hours. It’s in a relatively good condition, not like the swollen messes we usually find after the victim’s been in the water for days or weeks.”

He arranged the body on its side. “Take a look at this. Same ligature marks on her neck.”

Blake and Jennifer rushed to his side.

“
See her back and bottom. There are only one or two lacerations where he hit her with the belt. He’d beaten the other victims so much their behinds looked like raw hamburger. What made him change his M.O.? “

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Hands gripped on the steering wheel, Blake rushed back to the house so he could shower, change
, and take Jennifer to the hospital for her follow-up appointment at one o’clock. Lane had threatened to put her on leave until she brought him a release from her doctor.

The waiting room was packed with anxious people clicking the keys on their laptops, rustling through magazines, or playing games on their cell phones. Blake nearly groaned out loud when someone turned the channel of the large flat-screen on the wall to CSN. What he didn’t need today was to hear from armchair experts and talking heads about Brianna going missing, and how the sheriff’s department could do a better job.

Itching with anxiety, he moved to the window to look outside. He’d always disliked hospitals, but since Jennifer’s recent stay, he’d begun to detest them. Checking his watch, he noted that Jennifer had been with the doctor for fifteen minutes. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he whipped around.

“
Down boy, it’s only your sister,” Carly said. “Guess Jennifer’s still with the doctor and that’s what has you so tense.”

“
You must be psychic, Carly.” Blake grumbled.

“
Come buy me a cup of bitter coffee and a stale sandwich in the cafeteria. We need to talk.”

The cafeteria Saturday special was baked chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Blake carried two plates, along with two Cherry Cokes, to the table where Carly waited. “Sorry, they were all out of stale sandwiches. Hope this will do,” he said. She was shuffling through a folder stuffed with papers and barely noticed him.

“
Earth to Carly.”

“
What? Hey, that looks good for hospital food. I’m starving.” She watched as he set the plates, cans, and napkin-rolled silverware on the table. She unrolled her silverware and dug in. “Cherry Coke? I haven’t had one of these since high school.”

“
I figured you needed the sugar for energy. Did you get any sleep at all last night?”

“
Nope. I’m used to it. FBI agents never sleep,” she responded with a mouth full of food.

“
Something’s off,” said Blake aloud. It had been bothering him since Doc Meade pointed it out on the boat ramp. “The killer deviated from his M.O. with Brianna.”

“
What do you mean?”

“
He killed her, but without the tortuous belt beatings the others suffered. In addition, he dumped her body in a lake, whereas he’d posed the naked bodies of his first two victims in the park where he had abducted them.”

“
Those are some definite changes from his usual preferences. Anything else?”

“
Yes, he didn’t wait for rain.”

“
The only thing I can think of that would make him change his M.O. is that something freaked him out. All of his preferences for the way he abducts, tortures, murders and dumps his victims are very comfortable for him because he’s successfully used them for years without getting caught.” She stared at him for a moment then continued, “Blake, keep a close eye on Jennifer. He’ll try to get to her again. Is there any way you can move her into a safe house?”

“
You’ve met Jennifer. What do you think?”

“
I can’t criticize her. I’d probably react the same way,” admitted Carly. “Listen, I have some news for you. We got some hits in ViCAP.”

“
Really?” asked Blake. “Got to tell you how mad I am at myself for not running the M.O. through myself. We kept coming up with local suspects. Not a good excuse though, and it sure won’t happen again.”

“
No one’s blaming you, Blake. Let it go,” said Carly. “In the past five years, there have been five murders with your killer’s M.O. in Ohio. All victims were women in their twenties, tortured over a period of time with belt beatings, then murdered and dumped nude in state parks posed in a praying position.”

“
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Five?”

“
Five. Like your case, there was no trace evidence and no witnesses. I tracked down a detective in Columbus who worked two of the cases. He said he always thought the killer worked in some capacity in one of the state parks, but could never find enough evidence to arrest anyone.”

Blake shook his head with disgust. “With our three victims, that makes eight women who have lost their lives to this sick bastard. It’s got to end.”

Carly reached over and lightly patted his arm. “You’ll catch him, Blake. I know you will.” She paused. “There’s something else. I got a call from my supervisor in Tampa. He’s assigning me a new case — an abduction of a four-year-old boy. My plane leaves in a couple of hours.

“
Damn it, Carly. It seems like you just got here.”

“
I know, but duty calls. Tell Jennifer I said good-bye, and I want to hear from you the minute you nab your killer.”

“
Promise.”

Blake hugged his sister and walked her to the elevator where they said good-bye in the lobby. After finding out from the desk nurse that Jennifer was still with the doctor, Blake headed back to the waiting area.

His cell phone buzzed.

“
Blake Stone.”

“
Blake, this is Karen Katz. I meant to tell you something at the boat ramp, but I forgot.”

“
What’s that?”

“
There was a latent print on that syringe you gave me that was filled with Rohypnol.”

“
Are you sure? The perp was wearing latex gloves.”

“
He must not have been wearing them when he filled the syringe,” Karen reasoned.

“
I hope you’re not kidding me, because that’s the best news I’ve gotten in a while.”

“
Nope, I never kid about forensics. I just sent it to IAFIS and should have results within the hour.”

“
Excellent. Jennifer and I are headed to the office soon. See you there.”

He’d barely gotten his cell phone back in his pocket when Jennifer appeared in the waiting room, waving a doctor’s release form in the air.

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Megan Brennan played an old disco CD and danced around her kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a quart of milk, a bowl of potato salad, mayonnaise, and slices of turkey, laying each item on the counter. She snagged the loaf of bread and began making turkey sandwiches.

It was Saturday and her husband had made mad, crazy love to her a few hours before. Tim had just called to say he’d be home for lunch, and she intended to feed him a delicious meal, then seduce him until he dragged her back to their bedroom.

Megan heard the doorbell, so she wiped her hands on a dishcloth and walked through the living room to the front door.

Opening the door, she stood face-to-face with a young man whose ruggedly handsome face was vaguely familiar.

“
Good morning, Mrs. Brennan. From the look on your face, I’m guessing you don’t remember me.”

“
I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“
I’m Damon Mason. Remember, you came to my dad’s funeral.”

Dick Mason’s son? How could she have forgotten? “I’m so sorry, Damon. Of course, I remember you.”

“
If I could just have a minute of your time,” he began, nervously glancing at a truck that sped down the street.

Before Megan could respond, he pushed past her standing in the foyer, and walked into the living room. She’d intended to tell him she was too busy this morning to chat, but as long as he was here, she decided to sit with him in the living room to listen to what he had to say. Maybe the poor guy was still upset about his father’s death. Megan closed the front door and entered what was now a darkened living room. Why had Damon closed her window blinds?

Once her eyes adjusted to the change in light, she noticed he stood near the sofa, smiling from ear-to-ear. There was something about his smile that conflicted with the evil glint in his eyes, and sent a shiver up her spine. He pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal a long hypodermic needle. Before Megan could scream, he plunged it into her neck, her vision pixeling before going solid black as she slumped to the floor.

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Back at the office, Jennifer fired up her computer, went to her email, and groaned at the number of messages she’d received after missing two days of work. It took her an hour to read and respond to each one.

Though she didn’t think she’d find anything, Jennifer checked Brianna’s bank records for any withdrawals after she went missing, but found no activity at all. She would have been surprised if she’d found anything. Brianna’s killer didn’t want her money; he wanted her to suffer, for some sick reason known only to himself.

Then Jennifer crossed her fingers and checked for cell phone activity. If Brianna’s cell phone had been turned back on, they could track her through her phone’s GPS. No such luck. There had been no use of the phone since around the time Brianna disappeared. The frustration tore a hole in her stomach. How many more women would die before they caught their killer?

Jennifer sent Blake a text, asking for Carly’s phone number. She couldn’t let Carly leave town without talking to her. Jennifer doodled on a piece of paper as she waited for Blake to text her Carly’s phone number. Previously, he had briefed her on Carly’s ViCAP findings. There was something about the murders in Ohio that tugged at her brain. A beep sounded to announce Blake’s text with Carly’s number.