bit shorthanded in Homicide. We could use an extra pair eyes and legs on this case. How would you feel about being assigned to us temporarily?”
“You mean work with you and Detective Le Blanc on a homicide?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean,” Vince said. “If I can get it cleared with your captain, would you be willing to stay on for a while until we close this case?”
“Yes, sir,” he said enthusiastically. “I’d consider it a privilege, sir. It’s my goal to work in Homicide one day.”
“Then now’s your chance. Who’s your captain?”
“Roussell, sir. Tom Roussell.”
“I know Captain Roussell. He’s a good man.” He had worked under Tom Roussell himself when he’d been a rookie. “I’ll run this by Captain Warren in Homicide and ask him to call and square things with Captain Roussell. In the meantime, I want you to stay posted here and make sure no one enters this place without first talking to me or Detective Le Blanc. Got it?”
“Yes, sir. Got it, sir.”
Vince placed a call to his own captain first. He gave him a quick rundown of the situation, then made the request for Mackenzie’s reassignment. The captain didn’t hesitate and said he’d handle the duty change himself. After listening to the captain reiterate the need for them to close this case quickly and quietly, Vince ended the call. He turned back to Mackenzie. “It’s all set, Mackenzie. For now, you belong to Homicide and report to me and Detective Le Blanc.”
“Thank you, sir. I promise I won’t let you down, sir.”
Vince nodded and turned away. God, but the kid made him feel like an old man. Hell, maybe in today’s youth-driven culture, thirty-two was considered old. Or maybe all the years of dealing with the ugly side of humanity had aged him prematurely. Then again, maybe his mother was right and he needed a woman in his life—someone to remind him of the good in the world after dealing with so much of the darkness. Fat chance, he thought. Since his divorce five years ago, his longest relationship had lasted all of three months. And the truth was, that relationship would have hit the skids sooner if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in the case he’d been working on at the time.
That was his problem, Vince decided. Work always came first. It had been one of his ex-wife’s major complaints—he was gone all the time. Of course, she hadn’t liked the size of his paychecks either. She’d given him an ultimatum—find another job or the marriage was over. He’d opted to keep the job. Luckily for both of them, they’d had the sense to call it quits before kids came into the picture. Last he’d heard, his ex had found herself a new husband with a nine-to-five job and a fat paycheck. But he was still a cop, he reminded himself. He was also still alone.
Shoving aside his grim thoughts, Vince went to look for his partner. He found her in the bedroom, staring at the bed where the body had been. Vince frowned. There was an edginess in her stance that worried him. Charlie kept a lot bottled up inside and although she was better than most at hiding her feelings, he knew that every case claimed a piece of her. Some more than others. He knew that scene in the bedroom had hit her hard. He also knew that it had hit much too close to home.
It was what he had been afraid of from the moment he’d arrived on the scene and discovered that single stocking on the bed. He’d worked enough crime scenes to recognize a perp’s signature. Every criminal, whether they were a torcher, a safecracker or a killer, had his or her own signature. The stocking was this guy’s signature. And from the report he’d been able to obtain on Emily Le Blanc’s case, he knew the similarities—death by strangulation and a single black stocking beside the victim—were identical to this one. Though he had attempted to downplay the situation, he knew she hadn’t bought it. The odds that the same man was responsible for both murders was more than good. Which meant Charlie had no business on this case.
But getting her to see that was another story. He knew for a fact that she’d spent countless hours during her off time scrolling through Codis, hoping to find a match in the DNA index system to the DNA recovered from her sister’s crime scene. And each time she’d come up empty. Until now. Convincing her to back away would be next to impossible. But he had to at least try. Walking into the room, he came to a stop beside her. “The techs are finishing up out there. We probably ought to head over to Stratton’s place and give him the news before someone else does.”
She turned to face him. “My car’s out front. You want to take it or follow me in yours?”
“What do you say I work this one solo?”
“Like hell you will,” she snapped.
“Come on, Le Blanc. You’ve got a personal stake in this one. You don’t belong on this case.”
“I’ve been looking for this guy for years. I know more about him than you or anyone else.”
“That might be true. But you also have a major conflict of interest. If the captain knew there was even a possibility that this case is connected to your sister’s murder, he’d pull you off of it in a New York minute.”
“But he doesn’t know. And neither does anyone else.”
“You sure about that?” Vince asked.
“Very few people know I had another sister besides Anne. And the ones who do only know that my sister was murdered while she was attending college in Baton Rouge. It happened years ago, before I even joined the force.”
“And once you tell the captain that the two cases could be related, do you honestly think he’ll let you stay on this one?”
“I don’t intend to tell him,” she informed him.
“And what about me, Charlie? Am I supposed to lie, too?”
“No,” she said more softly. “I’d never ask you to do that. All I’m asking is that you not say anything about my suspicions.”
“You mean you want me to lie by omission,” he said, pointing out the truth of what she was asking of him. Keeping silent would be the same thing in his opinion.
“Only for a few days—just until I have a chance to confirm whether I’m right, whether the guy who murdered the Hill woman is the same one who murdered Emily.” When Vince didn’t respond, she said, “Please, Vince. Just a few days.”
Vince rubbed the back of his neck. “Suppose someone who worked your sister’s case remembers it and sees the similarities? Then what?”
“One of the detectives on Emily’s case retired and the other one took a position out in Texas,” she countered. “Besides, Emily was killed a hundred miles from here, and she and the Hill woman were from two different worlds, and the case has been cold for six years. The police up there have their hands full just like we do. They won’t have time to start looking for a connection between one of their old murder cases and this one. Please, Vince,” she repeated.
Vince sighed. “All right. You just better hope that this doesn’t come back and bite us both in the ass.”
“It won’t. And if it does, I’ll take full responsibility,” she promised. “I’ll tell the captain it was all my doing, that I kept you in the dark.”
“Why don’t we try to keep the lies to a minimum,” he suggested,
