Killjoy (29 page)

Chapter 30

A
NY HOPE THAT THE
FBI
WOULD BE ABLE TO KEEP THE
names of the survivors out of the papers and off the television had been squelched when a news crew filmed Carrie and the judge being carried into the ambulance near the site of the explosion.

Avery heard about it on the radio as she and John Paul were driving through the mountains. As soon as they’d left the sleepy town, she’d climbed in front, clipping him on the shoulder with her left foot when she fell into the passenger seat. Her shoe fell in his lap. Shaking his head over her awkwardness, he handed her the shoe while she apologized.

They continued to listen to the broadcast until the signal faded. “Does everyone in the United States carry video cameras now?” he asked. He sounded disgusted. “Some people just love invading other people’s privacy.”

“Film crews from television stations usually carry cameras,” she said.

“No need to be sarcastic, sugar.”

“I wasn’t being sarcastic. I was simply pointing out a fact. Carrie must have hated having a camera in her face. Someone from the FBI should have grabbed the film. The crime-scene investigators must not have gotten there in time.”

“Should’ve, could’ve,” he drawled. “That’s the Bureau’s motto.”

“You’re not going to rile me.”

He laughed. “I wasn’t trying to.”

She rolled the window down and let the cool night air in. “Yes, you were,” she said. “I’ve finally gotten you all figured out.”

“You think so?”

She smiled. “When I first met you, I thought you must have some kind of grudge against the FBI, but now that I know you better, I realize that isn’t true at all. Your phobia is much bigger than that.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “You don’t like any government agency.”

“That’s not true.”

“When we talked about your brother-in-law working for the Justice Department, you sneered.”

“Justice has too much power.”

“What about the CIA? I know you worked for them.”

He didn’t argue or deny. “Their priorities change on a whim, leaving agents and civilians out there to hang.”

“What about the IRS?”

“Everyone hates the IRS.”

She’d give him that one. She kept on naming government agencies, and he continued to tell her what was wrong with each one of them.

“I think I’ve made my case. You know what your biggest problem is?”

“No, but you’re going to enlighten me, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “You don’t like anyone in a position of authority.”

He wasn’t offended by her analysis. “You know what they say. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

“The FBI doesn’t have absolute power.”

“They think they do.”

“You know what I say?”

“What?”

“Therapy. You need intense therapy to help you get rid of your hostility.”

Before he could tell her he hated therapy too, she changed the subject. “I need to get to a phone and call Carrie.”

“Why didn’t you call her from the police station?”

“Because you would have left without me. I still can’t believe you were going to abandon me. I get mad every time I think about it.”

Should he tell her the truth or not? He clenched his jaw while he thought about it. She’d sounded so disappointed in him, even hurt.

“Look . . .” he began, and then stopped.

“Yes?”

“Maybe I was going to stay.”

“Maybe?” She poked him in his arm. “What does that mean?”

“It means I was gonna stay. Now it’s your turn to squirm. How come you decided to leave your super team?”

“Stop calling them that. I’m sure Agent Knolte and the other agents are quite capable of doing a good job.”

“Yeah? Then, I repeat, why did you decide to go with me?”

She shrugged. “I thought about what you said, and I agreed. It isn’t smart to put all of us together in the same safe house.”

“And?”

“And what? Are you waiting for a compliment?”

Before he could tell her the thought hadn’t crossed his mind, she said, “Okay, fine. I think I have a better chance of surviving with you.”

“What made you cross over to the dark side?” he asked, grinning. “Did Knolte say or do something that turned you into a rogue agent?”

“I’m not an agent. I’m an analyst, and he didn’t say or do anything. I still have complete faith in the Bureau. No one is more loyal than I am.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “So why’d you leave?”

She had to think about it for awhile. “I’m taking initiative. We’re taught to do that at the Bureau.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. He nodded toward a sign on the side of the two-lane road. “There’s a restaurant five miles ahead,” he said. “I need to make a call too and get us some help.”

Mr. Loner was going to ask someone for help? That was a shock.

“Then what?” she asked.

“You can call Carrie, but don’t tell her where we’re headed.”

“How can I? I don’t know where we’re going.”

He picked up the folded paper. “Chief Tyler has a cabin a couple of hours away. It’s got a barn, and I can hide the car inside. We’ll stay there tonight.”

She glanced out the back window once again to make sure they weren’t being followed. They hadn’t seen another car in a long time, and she realized she was probably being a little paranoid, but she continued to stay on guard. One couldn’t be too cautious, she reasoned.

“Do you have any guesses where Monk might be?”

“He’s probably still in Colorado, and by now he’s heard that your aunt and the judge are still alive.”

“The FBI will be looking for us too,” she said.

“Not us, sugar. You. They’ll be looking for you.”

“I turned the shower on in case one of the agents came upstairs, and I locked the dormitory door, but eventually Knolte will find out I’m gone, and he’ll sound the alarm.”

And then all hell was going to break loose. When Carter found out about the situation, he’d have her ass on a platter. She already had her argument rehearsed. She’d insist it wasn’t insubordination. Carter was tough, but he was also a reasonable man. Surely he would see the merits of her taking initiative . . . again.

“Will the chief tell Knolte he offered you the use of his cabin?” she asked.

“No, he won’t,” he said. “Did he know you were going out the window?”

“No.”

John Paul took the exit and pulled into the tarred parking lot adjacent to the restaurant. The neon letters were blinking
Open.

“Are you going to tell me about Jilly?” He had avoided bringing up that subject until now because he had seen how Avery reacted when Tyler called the woman her mother. She didn’t answer him. “You’re going to have to tell me what I’m up against.”

“What
we’re
up against,” she said. “Yes, I’ll tell you what I know, but not on an empty stomach. Tomorrow,” she promised, “I’ll tell you everything.”

“Okay.”

He took her hand as they walked into the diner. The colors inside made both of them squint. The walls were painted a neon purple and orange as a backdrop to the white Formica countertops. A jukebox sat just inside the door. Elvis Presley was singing “All Shook Up” as they made their way down the narrow aisle.

John Paul chose a booth against the wall so he could watch the parking lot. He waited until Avery slid into the orange vinyl seat and then sat down across from her.

The waitress was a teenager, but she shuffled like a ninety-year-old. Her tongue was pierced, which gave her a speech impediment when she spoke.

“What can I git ya?”

They ordered turkey sandwiches and iced tea. As soon as the waitress went behind the counter, Avery dug some change out of her billfold and headed for the telephone she had spotted at the end of the aisle, between the men’s and women’s rest rooms.

The conversation with Carrie was mostly one-sided. Her aunt was in a state. “Where are you?” she demanded. “Why aren’t you here? Are you all right? Did you hear? Jilly’s alive. The demon faked her own death. I didn’t think she was that smart. She’s like a cat, Avery. Yeah, that’s what she is. Do you realize, if you had shown up at the spa when you were supposed to, you’d have been inside that house with us?”

“Carrie, slow down,” Avery said when her aunt finally paused.

Carrie took a deep breath and then told her some of what had happened from the moment she’d gotten into the car with Monk and the other women. Avery didn’t say a word while she listened to the grisly highlights.

“When I see you, I’ll tell you everything,” Carrie promised. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“I was so scared and worried about you, but you’re okay.”

“Yes, I am,” Avery said, her gaze locked on John Paul. “Carrie, who’s the agent in charge of watching over you?”

Her aunt spoke at the same time that Avery asked the question. “They said they’re going to put us in protective custody. I’m assuming they’ll fly us to Florida.”

“Why Florida?”

“Because of the trial.”

“What trial?”

“Oh, Avery, you didn’t know? That bastard Skarrett has a trial date set. Didn’t anyone notify you? They sure as hell didn’t call me.”

Avery was stunned by the news. She had known that there was a possibility of a new trial, but she hadn’t thought it would happen this soon.

“No, I wasn’t notified.”

Carrie was beside herself. “They told me this killer Jilly hired won’t stop until we’re dead.”

“Or until we get him,” she said. “And we will, Carrie. Now, please, try to calm down. Have you talked to Tony yet?”

Carrie’s voice mellowed. Sniffling, she whispered, “He’s beside himself with worry. He wants you to call him as soon as possible so he can hear your voice. I want to go home, Avery, and I want you to come with me, but they won’t let us. I don’t even know if they’ll let Tony come stay with me. I’m trying to cooperate—”

Avery interrupted. “How is the judge doing?”

“What? Oh, Sara. Her name’s Sara. She’s hanging in there. She trashed her knee and had to go to surgery, but she’s doing okay now. They’re keeping her in ICU for another couple of hours because of her age, but that’s just a precaution. The doctors already let me sit with her and talk to her for a few minutes. Oh, my God, I forgot to tell you. Sara Collins is the judge who sentenced Skarrett.”

“No, that can’t be right. I remember the judge. His name was Hamilton.”

“Yes, Judge Hamilton heard the case and convicted Skarrett. We went back to Bel Air once the verdict was in, remember?”

“I remember.”

“But Skarrett hadn’t been sentenced yet. Anyway, Hamilton died, and when Skarrett came up for sentencing, Sara was the judge.”

“So that’s the connection,” she said. “But what about the other woman?”

“Anne Trapp wouldn’t go with us. It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything as soon as you get here. Are they going to bring you to the hospital, or will I meet you at the airport? If they want us to fly to Florida, I’m not going without you. We’ll have three full weeks to catch up before they decide if they’re going to let us testify or not. If Monk is still on the loose—”

Avery interrupted. “Three weeks? You’re telling me the new trial will start in just three weeks?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m sure they’ll put us in a safe house near the courthouse so that, if we do get to testify, it will be easier getting us there.”

Avery couldn’t compute the information in her head. “And you’re saying there’s a possibility we won’t be allowed to testify?”

“Honey, what’s the matter with you? Aren’t you listening? Yes, there is that possibility that we won’t get to testify. Okay? We’d be sitting ducks, and it would be a perfect opportunity for Monk to hurt us.”

Avery gripped the phone. “No one is stopping me from testifying.”

“Be reasonable.”

“Do you want Skarrett to walk?” Her voice shook with her fury.

“Your safety is more important to me.”

“I’m not letting him walk.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to talk about the trial,” Carrie said. “Why aren’t you asking me about Jilly?”

“I don’t want to talk about her.”

“I hope when they catch her, I get to have five minutes alone with her.”

“She’d annihilate you.”

“But not you, not with all that tai chi and karate stuff you learned.” Carrie sighed. “Don’t be afraid of her.”

Avery felt like laughing. After all the hellacious stories she’d heard about Jilly over the years, she would have to be as crazy as Jilly not to be afraid.

“Did you see her? Was she inside the house?”

“Yes,” Carrie answered. “I’ll tell you everything when I see you.”

“I want you to promise me that you’ll do whatever the agents tell you to do. Okay, Carrie? Promise me.”

“Yes, of course I will.”

“Don’t make their job . . . difficult. You know how you can get when you’re upset or scared.”

“I’m not scared; I’m angry. Very, very angry. Why the hell couldn’t Jilly stay dead?”

“She never died,” Avery pointed out.

“They better not put us in a flea-infested shack while they’re protecting us. The house is in Florida, so I want something on the beach.”

“Carrie, that isn’t your decision.”

“If it’s not nice, you can pull some strings for us. I can’t wait to see you.”

Avery braced herself. Her aunt had a very short fuse when things weren’t going her way, and Avery was about to ignite it.

“I’m not going to be joining you. I’m not going to the safe house with—”

That was as far as she got. Carrie’s scream made her cringe, and she had to move the phone away from her ear.

From where John Paul was seated, he could hear the aunt shouting. The color left Avery’s face as she listened. He got up, walked to the phone, and gently took it from her.

“Say good-bye, sugar.”

“She’s very upset.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I love you, Carrie, and I’ll see you soon,” she said. “Bye now.”

She heard Carrie shouting, “Avery Elizabeth, don’t you dare hang up this—”

John Paul placed the phone back in the cradle. “She sounds nice,” he managed with a straight face.

The waitress was watching them as she placed their plates on the table. Avery pulled away from John Paul and went into the ladies’ room to wash her hands. By the time she sat down in the booth, he had already devoured his sandwich and was finishing his iced tea.