Obsessed (The Lizzy Gardner Series) (10 page)

CHAPTER 19

Seth had work to do. There were bills to pay. With all the chaos of late, he’d gotten behind. Janelle was working late tonight. He sat in his office and listened to Madeline’s show while he worked. She hadn’t mentioned a stalker in the past three days.

“My name is Sherri,” a caller told Dr. Blair. “That’s not my real name. I don’t feel comfortable saying my real name over the radio. I just wanted you to know I’ve been concerned for you ever since you started receiving those crazy calls.”

“Thank you, Sherri.”

Why was she thanking Sherri? He was the one she should be thanking.

“I wanted to let you know,” Sherri went on, “that you’re not alone. I had a stalker once. I spent years walking around in fear, always wondering when he was going to show up next. It wasn’t easy, but he’s behind bars now. I had to call to see how you’ve been holding up. I’ve been a huge fan of yours for years.”

“I’m glad you called, Sherri. I haven’t wanted to burden my listeners with my problems,” Madeline began, “but the truth is, things have taken a turn for the worse. The gifts have become much more gruesome, but I want my callers to know I’ll be all right. I’m thinking about hiring a bodyguard if things don’t improve.

“And if he’s listening tonight,” Madeline continued, “I want him to know that nothing he does is going to stop me from helping my listeners. I will not be bullied. I refuse to let some maniac ruin my life. We’re going to find him.”

Seth had stopped what he was doing. What did she mean by “we’re”? Was someone helping her look for a stalker he’d already taken care of? He shook his head. The gruesome gifts she talked about must be whatever the creep had left for her prior to his taking care of the problem.

“Just last night a dead rodent was left on my welcome mat. There was a threatening note tied to its tail.”

What was she talking about?

He’d taken care of everything. He’d made the ultimate sacrifice and killed for her—twice! He felt a sharp pain in his chest. He could hardly breathe. Heat rose through his body all the way to his face as he leaned against the car and tried to catch his balance.

Madeline sniffled, only this time he could tell it was forced, the same phony noises he’d heard so many times before. She sounded just like his wife.

Madeline was lying.

Why hadn’t he noticed it before?

“I’ve been in touch with an expert in the field,” she continued. “I was told that the most frequent type of stalking cases involve a previous romantic relationship between the stalker and the victim. In most cases, the stalker attempts to control every aspect of the victim’s life. But I honestly can’t imagine that’s the case with me. My previous relationships have all ended amicably.”

His insides twisted as Madeline talked about how her life would never be the same. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She’d been playing with her listeners’ emotions, all for ratings. She didn’t care about anyone but herself.

Were all women liars—his mother, his wife, and now Madeline?

The muscles in his jaw twitched as he made his way into the house. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, willing himself to calm down. He twirled around and around like a madman. Dizzy, he grabbed a dishrag, covered his mouth and screamed as loudly as he could. Uncontrollable fury pumped through his veins.

He needed to teach Madeline a lesson. Marching through the house, knocking over decorative items as he went, he looked out the window and noticed it was no longer raining. He went to the backyard, walked toward the shed where he set traps every month. As expected, there was a dead rat, its neck caught between the snap wire. Perfect.

Back in the garage, he found some twine. Then he made a note.

Madeline’s lies were about to become very real.

CHAPTER 20

Last week, Lizzy had put an ad on Craigslist to let the world know she was looking for another assistant. Big mistake, since it appeared everyone in Sacramento needed a job. By the time Hayley arrived, Lizzy had already interviewed a dozen people. The first woman she interviewed was passionate about hair. Ever since seeing Lizzy on television, she’d been dying to give her a makeover. The next gentleman she interviewed was seventy-nine. Being a private eye was on his bucket list. The woman who’d just left was in her fifties and would not take no for an answer. She was an albino. With her translucent skin and shock of white hair and light-colored eyes, at first Lizzy thought she might be wearing makeup and a wig. The woman was a little too intense, acting as if she were the only person for the job, her magnitude of energy causing Lizzy to wonder about her sanity. Lizzy assured the woman she would call her in a few days to give her an update, but the woman refused to leave, letting Lizzy know she would be outside, checking out her competition. Every time Lizzy glanced outside her office window, the woman was approaching people walking into or out of the coffee shop down the street or waylaying some random pedestrian.

Hayley entered Lizzy’s office and took a seat in the chair facing the desk. “Who’s that woman out there?”

Lizzy sighed. “Why, what’s she doing now?”

“I overheard her telling someone at the end of the line that the job had been filled and not to bother with the interview.”

Lizzy shook her head. “How many people are out there?”

“At least six now. I think the woman might’ve scared off a few.”

Lizzy quickly filled Hayley in on how the morning had gone before they invited the next applicant to join them. The man who took his seat before them had recently graduated from Sac State. He wore oversized eyeglasses and didn’t have a hair out of place. He was a manager at McDonald’s but was looking for something more exciting.

“Do you have any experience that could be used in the investigative field if you were hired?”

He nodded. “I have a degree in psychology.”

Lizzy saw Hayley roll her eyes.

“My dream is to become a profiler,” he added.

“Déjà vu,” Hayley said under her breath.

Lizzy felt the corners of her mouth tip upward. They were interviewing Jessica’s twin. No sooner had the thought popped into her head than Jessica walked through the door and quietly took a seat in the corner of the room.

Hayley visibly stiffened, but said nothing.

After discovering Jessica might have a few months off before she started training at the academy, Lizzy had asked for her help in finding and training an assistant. She was tired of getting people up to speed and then losing them within a few months.

Hours later, after the last interviewee walked out the door, Lizzy leaned back in her chair and wondered if Jared was right. Maybe it was time to give it all up. It wasn’t as if she was making a real difference in the world. In her wearied state, her thoughts slid to her father and the way he’d looked at her when he’d called her by the wrong name. What she would have given to have her father call out
her
name. More than anything she wanted to let the past go, but the harder she tried, the more difficult it became. After she’d left the hospital, she’d called her sister and told her the nurses had called her by mistake. She hadn’t mentioned that she’d gone to see him. Cathy said she’d go right down, and knew better than to ask her along for the ride. Even if Lizzy had copped to making the visit to their father, she wouldn’t have mentioned the mysterious Michelle and Emma. Until she’d gathered more information, her lips were sealed on that subject.

Her gaze fell on Hayley and Jessica, each of them flipping through r
é
sum
é
s. In such a short time, these two had become her family. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for either one of them.

“You have some interesting candidates,” Jessica said, breaking the silence. “I know I missed a few, but of the applicants I saw, I think the man you were interviewing when I first walked in had the most potential.”

Hayley gave Lizzy a knowing smile.

“What?” Jessica looked back and forth between them. It was all Lizzy could do to keep a poker face. “What did I say?”

“The guy studied psychology at Sac State,” Hayley told her. “He wants to be a profiler. Any of that ring a bell?”

Jessica didn’t take the bait. She just shrugged and said, “What’s not to like?”

In search of distraction, Lizzy glanced outside, surprised to see Kitally talking to the woman outside, the applicant who refused to leave. What was Kitally doing here?

A moment later, Kitally pushed open the interior office door and promptly locked it behind her. She wore skintight purple pants and a sheer red blouse. When she turned toward them, her long, colorful dread swung around with her, falling across her shoulder and dangling over her chest.

Lizzy, Jessica, and Hayley stared at her, unblinking. There was something about Kitally that always demanded a closer look.

“That woman is nuts,” Kitally said as she took the only empty seat available and dumped her bag on the ground.

Lizzy looked at Hayley. “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

Kitally lifted a perfectly groomed brow. “Hayley didn’t tell you I was coming?”

Lizzy leaned back in her chair. “Coming for what?”

“For my interview. Although it seems a little strange I would have to interview for a job we already know I’m well qualified to do. You saw what I was capable of.”

“I suppose you’re referring to the McBane case?”

“Perfect example,” Kitally said. “I had the McBane case solved in fifteen minutes.”

“What about the machete you used on an innocent man?”

“Innocent? Not only did he strike me”—Kitally lifted her chin and pointed to flawless skin—“he’s been living in his aunt’s attic for months. That’s not normal. And the guy must have been on drugs because there was no machete.”

“Can I take a look inside your bag?”

“Maybe there was a machete involved,” Kitally said, “but the truth is, I wasn’t going to use it on the guy. I just needed him to stay put.”

“I need people I can trust and you’re already handing me bullshit.”

Silence.

“OK,” Lizzy said, “let’s talk about normal, since you brought it up. Why would you or anyone else carry a machete, of all things?”

“Are you kidding me? My machete is a workhorse. It cuts through wood as if it was butter. Because of its distinctive curve, the correct term would be parang, not machete.” She shrugged. “No reason to get technical, I guess.”

“Kitally has a knack for this kind of work,” Hayley cut in. “She’s resourceful. She notices things most people overlook. Following someone and watching them for hours on end without being noticed isn’t easy. Ask Jessica.”

Jessica said nothing in response.

Lizzy cocked her head, surprised to see Hayley defend her friend with such conviction.

“Kitally knows this job entails long, tedious hours in the car without breaks,” Hayley added. “She can handle it.”

“And how do you know this?” Lizzy asked. “How long has she been helping you out?”

“Long enough for me to know she’s got what it takes, and not just in the field. She knows her way around databases and knows how assimilate and analyze the data, too.”

“It appears your mind is made up.”

“It would be foolish of you not to give her serious consideration.”

Lizzy looked at Kitally again. “Is it your job to arrest criminals?”

Kitally’s eyes widened. “Is this a pop quiz?”

“Yes.”

“No, it’s not my job to arrest anyone. My job is to gather information.”

“She has a record,” Lizzy stated.

“So do I,” Hayley pointed out.

“She’s been locked up more than once.”

Kitally sighed. “I’m right here, people.”

“OK, Kitally, why don’t you tell us why you were in detention?”

“Don’t tell her a thing,” Hayley cut in. “It’s nobody’s business why you were there.”

“I blew up a car.”

Silence.

Kitally shrugged. “It was an experiment. Nobody died.”

Lizzy crooked her neck to relieve some tension. “You were experimenting with explosives?”

Kitally nodded. “Did you ever see
License to Kill
? Bond used explosive toothpaste. I was intrigued.”

Lizzy gave Hayley a disparaging look. She had no words.

Apparently neither did Hayley.

“Any other hidden talents?” Lizzy asked.

Kitally pursed her lips as she thought about it. “Many. Kali would be number one.”

“Kali?”

“Stick and knife fighting, a form of martial art that favors deflection followed by a fast counterattack. Also, computer hacking and engineering would be on the list.”

Lizzy figured the girl was toying with her now, pulling her leg. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“High school diploma?”

“I have a master of science in engineering from Princeton.”

“Well, who doesn’t?”

Kitally just stared flatly at her.

Hayley said, “She’s not bullshitting you.”

Lizzy looked from Kitally to Hayley and back again. “How is that possible?”

“I graduated from high school at the age of fourteen.” Kitally frowned. “I never did make it into the YEGS hall of fame, though.”

“YEGS hall of fame?

“Young Exceptionally Gifted Students.”

Hayley gave Lizzy a look that said
I told you so
.

“So you went from Princeton to jail, all in the space of five years?”

“It wasn’t jail, it was a detention center and I wasn’t there for long. Princeton was a breeze and besides, I’m really good at multitasking.”

Lizzy closed her eyes and took a breath, then let it out. “Just because you got lucky at McBane’s house,” Lizzy told her, “that doesn’t mean you can enter a house with guns blazing . . . or machetes . . . and get away with it. I have clients to worry about, not to mention my reputation.”

“I get it.”

“Why this job? From the sounds of it, you could do anything you choose.”

Kitally shrugged. “For now, I choose this.”

Lizzy wasn’t sure she wanted to know the real reason why someone as gifted as Kitally would want to work for minimum wage doing PI work, so she didn’t push it. “What do you think, Jessica?”

“If Hayley thinks you should hire her, then she has my vote.”

Lizzy felt like she had just entered the twilight zone. Jessica and Hayley never agreed on anything.

Jessica looked at her watch. “I have to go.” She placed a torn picture from a magazine on the desk in front of Lizzy. “I thought this would be a perfect bridesmaid dress.”

Kitally whistled through her teeth. “I like it.”

Lizzy held up the picture for Hayley to see. “What do you think?”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing.”

“Everyone can wear their own version of the dress,” Jessica explained.

“Cool,” Kitally said as if she was already one of the gang. “You would look great in this, Hayley. I could cut the sleeves and fix the décolletage, you know, give it more of a street chic look.”

“You sew, too?” Lizzy asked.

Kitally looked bewildered. “Doesn’t everyone?”