later, Natasha and Marcie found themselves face down on the bunk of a cabin cruiser. The bunk was covered in plastic sheeting.
Natasha heard the men leave, except for one. She could hear his breathing and knew that he was standing close, watching over her.
CC and Charlie Wells were in the Homicide office when CC received a call. It took her a few minutes to calm Mr. Burnside down.
“I got another warning from the bikers! Told me to get out of the city now! This time I’m doin’ it!”
“Why? What did they say? Did this guy meet you in person?”
“Yeah. Same guy as before. Big guy with a goatee. He said that the pervert has really gone berserk. Thinks he’s murderin’ people right now!”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. The biker just told me that after this guy molested one of the girls, he buddied up to her later without her knowin’ it was him. You know, like I told ya, he wore a mask.”
“You told me.”
“Yeah, well anyway, I guess he gave this girl a place to live with his sister someplace.”
“Why did he do that?”
“I don’t know, but now he’s going to kill ’em.”
“He’s going to murder this girl and his sister?”
“Not quite. I guess the girl is meetin’ with the pervert’s lady friend. Got him paranoid that the girl has clued in and is talkin’.”
“You don’t have any idea who? Anything at all to help?”
“Remember I told ya I once got this creep’s licence plate number?”
“Yes.”
Well, I found it.”
She motioned for Charlie Wells to come over to her desk. “Quick, run this! It’s the pervert’s plate from the motel.”
Moments later, Charlie walked back into the office as CC hung up the telephone. She noticed he looked ill and appeared to be at a loss for words. “What is it?” she asked.
Charlie shook his head and waved a printout of the registration in front of him. “You’re not going to believe it. The plate. You’re not going to believe it.”
“Damn it, Charlie! Out with it!”
“It’s registered to Jack Taggart!”
“Bullshit!” CC looked at the registration, then quickly looked through her notebook.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll tell you in a sec. I’m calling the Anderson parents.”
CC’s worst fears were realized moments later, when she spoke with Elizabeth and learned that they were looking after a girl by the name of Marcie. A girl who was having lunch with Jack’s girlfriend, Dr. Natasha Trovinski. Elizabeth didn’t know the name of the restaurant, but she did know the name of the mall. CC told her that she had some routine questions. Nothing urgent. No need to bother Jack on his cellphone.
CC hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. “Oh, God! No!”
“What is it?”
“The sick bastard felt guilty for killing his sister’s kids so he found some street kid to live with them. Now he’s going to kill her and some doctor that the kid’s talking to!”
“So we come clean with him?” asked Danny.
“Wait to see what Sid has to say,” replied Jack. “One guess as to who called him!”
“Turn right,” said Danny, as he studied the map.
“Depending on what he says, I might admit that I was Trimble. He told me that he hadn’t told anyone, so that’s a good sign.”
“You feel you can trust him?”
“I don’t know,” said Jack, “but how much could Wigmore really tell him without divulging stuff about himself?”
Jack parked the car in front of a triple-car garage that protruded from one end of Bishop’s estate, and then he followed Danny on the slate-stone path that meandered alongside the garage and up to the main entrance. Plastic sheeting was draped over the porch and onto the steps leading up. Bishop stepped out the front door carrying a can of paint and set it down. He looked startled when he saw them approach and said, “I didn’t expect you this soon. Come on in!”
Natasha turned on her side and looked at Thumper when he sat on the edge of the bunk. He leered down at her and said, “I have to admit, your pig boyfriend has good taste in women.”
“You won’t get away with this,” replied Natasha. “Jack will find you. You hurt either one of us and I can guarantee that it will be nothing compared to what he will do to you,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Thumper chuckled, then said, “I hate to break it to you, lady, but your pig boyfriend is a pussy. I kicked the shit out of him last Sunday. Took me all of about twenty seconds, and that was without really trying.”
“You’re the one who did that?”
“The pussy told ya? Of course! He’d go crying to you to fix him up.”
“You know something? As a doctor, I’ve discovered that men like you, who like to fight, are really compensating for the fact that they have a penis about the size of a peanut. Jack is much more of a man than you could ever dream of being.”
Thumper stood up, and his voice was menacing. “Talk like that, bitch, and you’ll find out how big my peanut is!”
“Really? You think you could get it up enough for me to quit laughing!”
Thumper stared down at her for a moment, then sneered and said, “Naw, I know your little game. You figure if I drop my strides and fuck you, it will give you a chance to escape.”
Natasha stared sullenly back, shrugged, and said, “Something like that.”
Thumper chuckled, then considered her for a moment and said, “Maybe you’re in luck. I like games.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a hunting knife. “There is a little thing that The Suit has about DNA … but you know something?”
Natasha stared back without responding.
Thumper reached into a pocket and held out a condom. “I’m not too worried about DNA!”
Natasha edged farther back on the bunk, pulling her knees close to her chest.
“No, don’t, mister,” said Marcie. “Leave us alone.”
Thumper looked at Marcie and said, “I’m not talking to you, you little whore.” He opened the bathroom door beside the bunk and said, “Get in there and wait. If you
