Body of Shadows (20 page)

“Can you give me those GPS coordinates?”

Sure.

No problem.

After Pantage hung up, she closed her door and pulled up the scene on Google Earth.

It was the exact scene from her memory.

From that location, she scrolled south down the road. It took time, but she eventually came to the place where she threw the knife off the cliff.

She paced back and forth by the window.

Her palms were wet.

Her breath was short and quick.

She called Drift.

He answered, groggy.

“Did I wake you up?”

Yes.

She did, but no problem.

“Sorry about last night,” he said. “I had two homicides. First a woman out at a club called the Rikki, then two black men downtown, actually not too far from where your gladiator friend lives. I didn’t get home until four.”

“When can I see you?”

“Whenever you want.”

“Can I see you right now?”

“I just got up.”

“I’ll come to your house.”

“What about work?”

“Work can wait. I’m on my way. Be there, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Day Four

July 21

Thursday Morning

Drift found Pantage
in the kitchen firing up the coffee pot when he got out of the shower. She wore Saturday-night legs encased in nylons, a hip-hugging white skirt and loose raven hair. His hands went around from behind and squeezed her breasts.

She turned just enough to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m sorry I’m in your face this morning,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind too much.”

No.

He didn’t.

“What’s going on?”

She turned and put her arms around his neck.

He wore jeans but no shirt or socks or belt.

“I’ve had a couple of flashbacks,” she said.

“From Jackie Lake’s?”

“No, from a year or so ago.”

Drift moved his hand down and fondled her ass.

“Good.”

“They weren’t pretty,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“I may have done something,” she said. “Something bad.”

“Like what?”

She laid her head on his chest.

“I can’t talk about it,” she said. “I just wanted to warn you that I’m not the person I might seem to be.”

Drift wasn’t impressed.

“None of us are,” he said. “We’re all someone else deep down.”

“No, this is worse.”

“I’m not worried about it.”

Drift poured
two cups of coffee, handed one to Pantage and said, “There’s a woman I know named Kelly Ravenfield. She’s a lawyer. Do you know her?”

“No.”

“Well, me and her had a thing at one point,” he said. “Yesterday she sort of made a reappearance.”

Pantage’s face tensed.

“This thing, did you love her?”

He nodded.

“Yes.”

“Are you still in love with her?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “She’s the one who ended it, not me. To be honest, I don’t know if I can ever really feel secure with her again, deep down. What I do know is that my feelings for you haven’t changed. I mean, except for that one night, we’ve only known each other a few days. But there’s something there. Am I wrong?”

No.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t at all.

“So what happens now?”

“That’s up to you,” he said. “I’m just being as honest as I can.”

“Does she know about me?”

He nodded.

“Yes.”

“What’d you tell her about me?”

“I told her I might be in love with you.”

She laid her head on his chest.

“I want to meet her,” she said.

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Day Four

July 21

Thursday Morning

Yardley wandered the city
lost in the fact that she was responsible in large part for Deven’s death. She’d underestimated Cave.

That wouldn’t happen again.

Not in a thousand years.

Madison called and said, “I talked to Marabella. She’s bringing in someone fresh to take care of Cave. It’s scheduled for tonight. In the meantime, you and me are to drop out of sight, separately not together. Either me or Marabella will call you when it’s okay to surface.”

“I understand.”

“It will all work out.”

“We’ll see.”

“By midnight it will all be over.”

“I hope so.”

“Trust me, it will.”

Five minutes later
she was crossing Sherman when her phone rang and Cave’s voice came through. “Here’s the deal,” he said. “Your little friend Madison Elmblade is going to die. There’s nothing in the world either you or her can do to stop that. She was going to kill me. That’s first blood and first blood is last blood.”

“Screw you.”

She hung up.

Ten seconds later the phone rang.

“You better listen because this is your only chance,” Cave said. “Elmblade’s going to die but that doesn’t mean you are. Tell me who’s at the top. Do that and we’re even.”

“I don’t know who’s at the top.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Cave said. “Tell me who’s at the top and don’t just feed me some stupid name, either. This time you’re going to need proof. Do that and you can keep your pathetic little life. Don’t do that and I swear that sooner or later I’m going to get you alone and your world will get very, very ugly. You have until six o’clock tonight to call me.” A beat then, “And by the way, I already know that someone will be brought in to kill me. It’s not going to work. Even if it did, I’ll be leaving something behind for the police to find. If I go down you’ll all be coming with me. Six o’clock, not a minute later.”

The line went dead.

Yardley did a one-eighty
and headed back to her car over by the library, then drove back to the bookshop and opened for business.

“Come on Cave. Come on and get me.”

Ten minutes later the door opened and a man walked in.

The power of his presence filled the space.

He raked his hair back.

It immediately flopped back down.

“My name’s Dent Drift,” he said. “I’m with Denver homicide.”

“You’re here about Deven Devonshire,” she said.

He nodded.

“It’s my understanding that she worked here.”

Yardley started to answer but the words didn’t come out. Instead she was focused on the man’s eyes.

They were two different colors.

One was blue and one was green.

"I've seen you before," she said. "You were on the cover of a magazine."

"You have a good memory."

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Day Four

July 21

Thursday Morning

From Drift’s place
Pantage drove to Jackie Lake’s house, parked a block down the street, snuck around the back and broke a window to get in. In the bedroom, she kneeled on the mattress in the position she would have been straddling Jackie if she was the one who killed her.

Her memory didn’t jog.

She shut her eyes and focused.

Nothing happened.

She pounded the mattress.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

She squeezed her eyes as tight as they would go and pictured Jackie beneath her, panicked, desperate to stay alive. She pictured herself slicing the woman’s ear off and strangling her over and over.

No memory sparked.

No vision entered her brain other than the one she forced there. It had been there before, though, clear as sin. She needed to get it back and extend it. She needed the next ten seconds to roll through her head.

It didn’t happen.

Then she had
a thought, namely, do it the other way. Become Jackie, looking up.

She rolled onto her back, put her arms up as if tied to the headboard, and pictured herself as Jackie, staring into the face of the person killing her.

Nothing happened.

She bounced her head up and down.

Nothing happened.

No vision appeared.

Then, bam!

A chill ran up her spine.

She was going to die and she knew it. She looked at the person straddling her.

It was her.

She was the one there.

“No!”

She screamed, rolled violently and fell to the floor.

She got the hell
out of there and headed for the office, in desperate need of a sane environment. She hadn’t been there more than two minutes when Renn-Jaa came in and closed the door.

“Where were you? You had me worried sick.”

“Drift’s.”

“During working hours?”

Pantage exhaled.

“One of his old girlfriends came back into his life yesterday,” she said. “She’s a lawyer. Her name’s Kelly Ravenfield.”

“Kelly?”

“Do you know her?”

“Yes.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Not as pretty as you.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Google her,” she said. “You should be able to find a picture.”

Pantage did it.

The woman was with Locke & Banner, P.C. The firm’s biography page showed a stunning blond with a solid pedigree, including a clerkship with a federal judge back in Cleveland.

“I can see Drift’s point,” she said. “I’d probably do her myself.”

“Maybe you’ll get the chance.”

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Day Four

July 21

Thursday Morning

Drift talked
to the bookstore owner, Yardley White, for half an hour and learned that she had irresistibly hypnotic eyes. He also learned that the victim, Deven Devonshire, was a dependable worker, good with customers, honest, and had no known problems with men, finances, drugs or anything else. She wasn’t in any kind of trouble, had no enemies and flossed after every meal.

“Thanks,” he said.

He gave her his card and left.

She was withholding something from him, that’s what his gut kept saying as he drove back to homicide. When he got there, Sydney was at her desk.

Drift headed for the coffee machine, poured two cups and carried one over.

“There, we’re even,” he said.

She smiled.

“You can’t stay mad at me,” he said. “It’s physically impossible. People have tried. It’s never worked.”

She shook her head.

“The sad thing is there’s probably some truth to that.”

He took a sip and studied her over the rim.

“I want you to go to New York and run down our lead on Michael Northway.”

“We had three homicides last night. Three as in one, two, and then another one, three.”

“I know, I’ll handle them,” he said.

“Northway’s a cold case,” she said. “Whatever leads are there will still be there in two weeks.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Let me put it this way—
Please
.”

She cocked her head.

“You have Kelly Ravenfield on the brain,” she said. “That’s why you want to catch Northway, to score points with Kelly. Personally I like Pantage better.”

“Good to know,” he said. “When I invite you to a threesome, it will be with Pantage.”

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Sydney said. “We’ll do the threesome tonight and I’ll leave for New York in the morning.”

Drift smiled.

“I’m going to call your bluff one of these days if you’re not careful.” He took a sip and said, “Northway's a cold case but the lead is fresh. If I let it slip away I’ll never forgive myself. So let me say it one more time—please?”

She exhaled.

“God I hate you.”

He nodded.

“Thanks,” he said. “Come back with something. I want that little insect behind bars before he eats his next steak.”

She studied him.

“Kelly dumped you,” she said. “If she did it once she’ll do it again. Stick with Pantage.”

“We’ll see.”