A Soul To Steal (25 page)

“Exactly,” Redacker said.

“And you really believed it was Donald Kilgore? That he stuck a knife through his wife’s chest?”

Redacker looked down.

“Is that it?” she asked. “Is that all?”

“That’s all I know now,” he said. “I…”

The radio in his car squawked for a moment.

“Hang on,” he said and walked back to his vehicle.

“Yeah, I’m out in Ashburn now,” she heard him say. “Yeah, I can head over there. No problem. Five minutes.”

He walked back to her.

“I’ve got to go,” he said. “I’m sorry about before. And maybe we’re wrong…”

“Just be honest with me,” she said. “If not for my sake, then for my mother’s.”

Slowly he nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “I promise I’ll do the best I can.”

“What’s your call?” she asked.

“Not sure,” he said. “Some lady wants us to check out her friend’s house. She said her friend was visited by the police last night and she hasn’t been able to talk to her since.”

“Was she visited by police?”

Redacker shrugged.

“I’ll check it out,” he said. “Usually it turns out to be nothing. I should get over there. Are we okay?”

“Yes,” she said. “Just remember your promise.”

“I will,” he said and walked back to his squad car.

She watched him go. She idly brushed her hair out of her face. She would have to go back to work soon. But she saw her hands were shaking.

Now she knew. Suspecting was one thing, but now that she knew, it felt all the more real. But what had she expected?

It was irrational, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before Lord Halloween figured out who she was. He had a county filled with people to target, but Kate would be on the list, she was sure of it. So she wasn’t going to wait around for that to happen. She had to find him before he could find her.

Chapter 13

Saturday, Oct. 14

Quinn was startled by a loud pounding on his door. He glanced at the clock. It was barely past 5:30 a.m. The pounding became more insistent.

He got up and moved cautiously to the door, wearing only his boxers. He was not sure what to expect. Maybe it was Janus or Bill with some story.

He had no peephole at the door and briefly wondered what to do.

“Who is it?” he called out.

The pounding stopped.

“It’s Kate,” a voice came back.

Quinn opened the door and she walked in.

“Get dressed,” she said, practically ordering him. She breezed past him and went into the kitchen. “You have any coffee?”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Something bad,” she replied. “Throw on some clothes. We need to get moving before time runs out.”

“Should I call Janus?” he asked.

She thought briefly about it for a moment.

“You might want to,” she said.

“Do I have time to shower?” he asked.

“No,” she said simply and opened the refrigerator. “Can I have this Mountain Dew?”

Quinn waved at her to do what she wanted. He was so tired he forgot to be embarrassed about his lack of clothes. Instead he stumbled back into his room and pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. He brushed his teeth, but didn’t even take the time to comb his hair.

He came back out to the kitchen.

“Where are we going? Jesus, have you already had the whole thing?”

Kate appeared to be holding a nearly empty can of the soda.

“Anxiety makes me thirsty,” she said.

“Yeah, and all that caffeine should really calm you down.”

Quinn picked up the phone and dialed Janus, who answered like he had been awake the whole time.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Kate gave Quinn directions, who relayed them to Janus. Then the two of them were out the door.

“I got a call from my source,” she said as they walked to his car.

“Who is?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“Jesus, Kate,” Quinn said. “Are we on the same side or not? It can’t be a state secret.”

“Johnny Redacker,” she said.

Quinn whistled. 

“He’s pretty high up in the department,” Quinn said. “He might have even been sheriff if it hadn’t been for that incident in Stone’s Creek.”

“I know,” she said.

He started driving.

“Before I get there, can you tell me what is going on?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “But we had a talk yesterday. He admitted the Kilgore murder wasn’t done by her husband.”

“Shit,” Quinn said. “I’m not shocked, but still. Is it something we can use?”

“You know, I didn’t even think about the paper,” she said. “I was more worried about me.”

“Okay,” he said. “But that still doesn’t tell me why we are heading out before 6 in the morning to a house in Leesburg. Who lives there?”

“A woman named Mary Louise Fanton,” she said. “Evidently she disappeared Thursday night.”

“A victim of the Horseman?” Quinn asked.

“The who?” Kate said and looked at him funny. “The Horseman?”

Quinn shook his head.

“Sorry, never mind,” he said and wiped his face with his hands. “It’s early. I meant Lord Halloween.”

Kate continued to stare at him for a moment.

“I don’t know,” she said. “All I know is I got a call this morning from Redacker. He told me I needed to be out at the house as soon as possible.”

“But why is he helping you now, if he lied to you before?”

“He promised he would,” Kate replied. “He is a man of his word.”

“People who keep their word don’t lie in the first place,” Quinn said.

“Well, I don’t think he is lying now. Something in my gut,” she said.

“If the woman is missing, what are we going to find at her house?” he asked.

But by that time they were nearing the neighborhood. Quinn pulled onto the street and then pulled the car over alongside the curb.

“We aren’t there yet,” she said.

“I know, but we can’t exactly drive up if the cops are all around it, can we?” he asked.

A second later, Quinn saw Janus pull up behind him.

The three of them cut between two houses and ducked into the woods, approaching the house slowly. Kate seemed to be chomping at the bit to go faster, but both Quinn and Janus persuaded her not to rush ahead.

As they approached, they could see numerous cop cars out front. Janus pulled out his camera and started shooting, stopping every few feet to take a photo. Quinn counted six cars near the front. 

“Hell of a missing persons case,” he said.

“Is that what this is?” Janus asked.

“A lady disappeared from here Thursday night,” Kate said. “Her friend said a cop showed up and asked to use her phone. And the friend hasn’t heard from her since.”

“But this is a lot of people to have crawling around here, isn’t it?” Janus asked.

They quickly counted. Quinn saw at least 12 cops around the house and also saw some movement over in the woods. The police had put up ropes in front of the house marking it as a police scene.

“They found something in there,” Kate said. “It’s the only way to explain all this.”

“A body?” Quinn asked.

“Maybe,” she said. “But I would think they’d be more subtle.”

“How did you know about this?” Janus asked while Quinn was on the phone.

 “It’s a long story,” Kate said.

“You seem to know an awful lot about this place for someone who is new to it,” Janus said between drags.

“Haven’t we covered this already?” Kate asked.

Janus held up his left hand.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m no fucking rat. I just enjoy shaking people up a little.”

“I had noticed that,” she said.

“My mum said it’s my mission in life,” he said.

“What is?”

“To annoy people to death,” he replied and grinned. Janus pointed over in the woods directly behind the house.

“There are a bunch of guys out there,” he said. “What the bloody hell is going on?”

“They are looking for something,” Kate replied.

“But if they are looking for a person, how come they aren’t calling out?” Quinn asked.

“Because they know that person isn’t alive,” Kate said.

“What would make them so sure?” Janus asked.

“If they are looking for a person in pieces,” Kate said.

“Oh, I like her,” Janus said. “She’s just brimming with positive thinking.”

They moved closer to the house. Janus took shots of cops in the woods and more of them roping off the house. So far, no one had noticed them.

“Let’s see if we can get a look inside,” Kate said.

“We’ll get caught,” Janus said.

Kate shrugged.

“So?” she said. “I’m not exactly intimidated by them.”

They approached the house slowly, but the cops’ attention still seemed focused elsewhere. They came at it from the side, hoping to get a look in the den window.

They had nearly reached the window when cops started shouting. All at once, five officers stood around the three of them.

“Hiya blokes,” Janus said. “Do you have any donuts? I’m really famished and this seemed like the best place to grab a bite.”

The cops started throwing questions at them. Who were they? How did they get here? What was with the camera?

Then a voice cut through the rest.

“Janus, I should have known,” he said and the group parted to let an officer come through.

“Stu, how are you?” Quinn asked.

Stu looked at him warily.

“Let me see your camera, Janus,” he said, turning away from Quinn.

“I really don’t think that is a good idea,” Quinn said.

“Why not?” Stu asked. “I wouldn’t want to have to call you guys in for questioning. But if I were to have the camera for a minute…”

Janus busted out laughing.

“Oh, that’s a great threat,” he said. “I’m fucking quaking, aren’t I?”

The cops around them seemed to be growing angrier.

“Give me the camera, Janus,” Stu said.

“You’ll have to pry it out of my cold dead hand,” he responded.

“What do you say, Kate?” Quinn asked. He pulled out a notebook and pen from his jacket and started writing. “Let’s see… ‘When reporters approached the house, the officers became extremely anxious and threatened to take away a photographer’s camera.’”

“Now hold on,” Stu said.

“Honestly, Stu, do we look stupid?” Quinn asked.

“Well, we might actually look stupid,” Janus said. “We just aren’t.”

“There is no way you can force that camera out of his hands,” Quinn said. “Are you going to accidentally break it or something? I would think you would know by now how to treat the press. But if not, let me give you a tip: Stop being an asshole.”

“That’s it,” Stu said. “You three are all coming with me.”

“Right, throwing us in jail will improve the sheriff’s reputation in town?” Kate asked.

“Let me put it this way,” Stu said. “You guys are at a crime scene. You are interfering with police business. You’ve been taking unauthorized photos.”

“Unauthorized?” Janus asked. “Since when is a newspaper photographer taking photos of a crime scene unauthorized? Give me a fucking break.”

“Look, you little English shit,” Stu said. “I’ve had it with you. All of you. You’re coming down to the station.”

Kate pulled out her own notebook and started writing everything down.

“First of all, I’m not fucking English,” Janus said. “I’m Welsh. There is a huge difference. For example, you are probably English by blood. It’s the only way to explain your looks. And blind stupidity.”

Stu crossed over to him.

“Gentlemen,” Quinn said. “This is getting a bit ridiculous, don’t you think?”

“Another time, Janus,” Stu said. “You and I should have a man-to-man talk.”

“Cut the macho bullshit,” Kate said. “If you want to have us down at the station, we are happy to go.”

“We are?” Janus asked.

“Sure,” Kate said. “But we want a meeting with Sheriff Brown.”

“It’s just past six in the morning…” Stu said.

“I’m sure he is in,” Kate said. “You just tell him we want to talk.”

“Lady, whoever you are, there is no way he will talk to you,” he said. “If you think you can trespass onto a crime scene and then win yourself an exclusive interview, you’ve been drinking from the same water as these two.”