“Trust me, I’ll be careful. What are you going to do in the meantime?”
“Does that mean I can’t come along with you when you corner Grady?”
He laughed. “Not a chance in the world, and you know it.”
I glanced at the clock. “I don’t feel like waiting around for lunch with Sherry. I’m going to call her and see if I can come by early. I didn’t even have a chance to eat my breakfast.”
“Have a good time, and send her my love.”
“I will. Zach, I meant what I said. Be careful.”
“Always,” he replied as he headed for the door.
I just wished that were true.
I SPENT AN HOUR AT SHERRY’S BUT IT WAS CLEAR TO BOTH of us that I was worried about my husband, and we broke it off early, with the promise that we’d get together after all of this was over.
As I drove back to the hotel, I knew that Zach was closing in on the killer, but I believed in my heart that Grady had to have slipped up making that puzzle for us to decipher. If I could find a signature clue there, it would make my husband’s case that much stronger.
I might not be able to help in most ways, but I could at least do that.
When I got back to our suite at the hotel, I tried to look at the clues we’d been given with fresh eyes. No matter how much I tried, though, I kept coming back to the last note’s odd appearance. It was so different from the others that I couldn’t get my mind off it. Had I missed something there before? It was so strange.
And then I realized what was so troubling to me about it.
There wasn’t a single letter or number on it.
Or was there?
Chapter 20
I STARTED LOOKING CLOSER AT THE OBLONG CIRCLES AGAIN, and then I suddenly realized that there might have been a clue there all along, but we’d all just missed it.
When the sheet was examined closely, it was clear that the lines were broken in many places. At first, I’d just assumed that it was from the way it was copied, but as I stared harder at it, I began to see that there was more than just a series of oblong circles.
Zach had a magnifying glass on his key chain, and I prayed that he’d left it behind, since he wasn’t driving our car. For my husband’s fortieth birthday, I’d gotten him a magnifying glass, though miniaturized, like Sherlock Holmes might have used. It hung from his key chain, and even sported its own little case.
Thankfully, it was still on the dresser. I took the shade off one of the lamps and held the copy up to the bulb. Without the magnifying glass, I could really see the breaks with my naked eye, but when I saw it under magnification, my heart started pounding.
Those weren’t just lines.
They were a series of numbers, all in the same sequence of number-letter combinations that we’d been getting from the start. In a way, it was exactly like my nightmare.
I had a key to the puzzle now.
It was time to get to work.
AFTER I FINISHED RECORDING THE NUMBERS AND LETters, I stared at the list on my pad. I was happy to see that the sequences we’d already received were included in this list, telling me that my hunch was on the money. I quickly filled in the grid with the new additions, but there were spaces still left open, and several sequences that didn’t seem to fit into the grid.
Along with a series of numbers, there was something that appeared to be a set of other numbers that didn’t fit: C13, B12, D11.
But what did they mean? If they were a part of my grid, they wouldn’t match the vowel axis I’d penciled in.
They had to mean something, though.
I started to pick up the phone, and then I remembered the radio in my pocket.
“Hello?” I asked tentatively as I pushed the button. “Is anyone there?”
“Hello, Savannah. How may I be of service to you?”
I still couldn’t get over the fact that I had the hotel’s manager at my beck and call.
“Could you send someone up here with an almanac, a road atlas for the area, and a fact booklet on the city of Charlotte?”
“Of course.”
He signed off, and I wondered how long I would have to wait.
Four minutes later, there was a knock at my door.
“Yes?”
Garrett said, “I have the information you requested.”
As I opened the door, I said, “Wow, that was fast.”
“I was about to apologize for the delay. I had to retrieve a new copy of Charlotte’s Got A Lot.”
He handed me the stack of requested items. “Will there be anything else?”
“No, not that I can think of.”
“If you require anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thanks, Garrett.”
After he was gone, I started leafing through the reference materials, trying to come up with some explanation for the different set of numbers I’d found. The almanac had a great deal of information, but there wasn’t anything that struck a chord with me. I browsed through the map, but again, no bells. I got excited at first, but when D11 turned out to be Raleigh, I knew I was on the wrong track. These crimes were limited to the Charlotte area.
Then I picked up the Charlotte guide. As I leafed through it, searching for any number/letter combinations that might make sense, I kept drawing a blank. The magazine had a lot of useful information, but there was nothing that matched the new sequences.
I tossed the magazine aside, and it landed on the open road atlas. I picked it up again, and saw that the coordinates still didn’t match anything else.
And then I flipped the page.
On the next section, there was a grouping of smaller maps of several North Carolina cities, including Charlotte.
D11 had part of Sharon Road within its boundaries, the scene of one of the homicides.
My hands were shaking as I circled the other two locations.
One was the other crime scene.
I wasn’t sure what the significance of the last sequence was, but I had something to work with now.
I took out my puzzle grid. For the moment, I forgot about my vowel lines, and wrote the start of the alphabet below them, A, B, C, D, and E.
But I didn’t immediately go up the vertical axis. I started fiddling with the puzzle, and discovered that if I used the first digit for the vertical axis, I could use the second to fill in the number for that open block.
It worked like a charm, but I had one number left, one that didn’t match anything else.
19 squared.
I kept staring at it, wondering how it could fit into the puzzle to make things perfect.
And then I started counting, and realized that 19 squared could also be written as S X S.
Savannah Stone.
Was this a warning directed straight at me?
As I stared at it, I realized something else.
There was another player in this who shared my double S initials.
It might not be telling me the next victim at all.
The killer could have been signing his work, thinking that he was too clever for anyone ever to figure out what he’d been up to.
Steve Sanders.
I was reaching for the phone to call Zach when I glanced at the map again.
In a flash of insight, I realized the significance of the last set I hadn’t been able to place before. I stared at the map, and then I realized the importance of that sequence.
The last letter-number combination represented the grid that my hotel was in.
As I dialed my husband’s number, there was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” I asked as I waited for my husband to answer.
“Housekeeping,” a muffled voice said from the other side of the door.
Without even thinking to check twice, I opened the door as my husband’s phone went to voice mail.
Steve Sanders was standing there instead of a maid, and he had a wicked-looking knife in his hand.