Becker came upon Tee sitting on the side of the road within a few feet of the buck, which was still alive even though its hindquarters were smashed. The animal was holding itself off the pavement with its front legs, as if too proud to lie down in the company of humans. Its eyes were extraordinarily wide and luminous as it watched Becker approach.
The deer seemed so calm that it was almost possible to mistake the scene for one of a man and his dog sitting patiently beside the road. It was only as he drew closer that Becker saw the pool of blood in which the deer sat, the surface trembling slightly as more liquid seeped into it from the animal's body.
"Are you all right?" Becker asked of Tee. His friend had not moved since Becker arrived other than an initial glance in his direction to identify him. He sat now with his head slumped on his chest, his hands hugging his legs.
"Tee?"
Tee slowly lifted his head and looked at Becker. His face was wet with tears and his eyes were as moist and luminous as the deer's in the beam of the police car's one remaining headlight. Becker looked away in embarrassment.
"I have to leave her," Tee said in tortured tones. "I can't keep this up. I have to leave her."
Captain Luv had seen the deer waiting by the road when he made the turn, the tawny body poised to leap. At first he had thought it was a large dog, but the grace of the beast, even while standing immobile, had revealed the truth. Luv saw them frequently on his nocturnal sojourns and wondered often why their carcasses did not line the roadside as regularly as the raccoons whose numbers seemed to be decimated nightly.
Their suicidal leaps into the path of oncoming cars appeared totally random. He wanted to yell at the buck to get back, you're too close. He knew there was a car behind him-he was always aware of any other autos on the road when he was out at night-and if the deer jumped now, he would be right in the way of the oncoming car.
When he saw the abrupt swerve of the headlights in his Miffor Luv knew exactly what had happened and that he should go back. At this time of night anyone who was injured might be undiscovered for an hour or more.
He could not let them suffer. It was his duty to at least see if anyone was injured, he could always call the police if necessary. Denise would have to wait.
He could no longer see the headlight in his mirror when he finally found a place to turn around. As Luv approached the accident he saw that another car had arrived, which took him off the hook entirely. The injured were someone else's responsibility now, he could turn again and be on his way. He slowed as he got close and suddenly realized that the car off the road was a police car. In a panicked flash he recognized Tee and Becker beside the stricken deer, both of them looking at him.
Instinctively he turned his face away, trying to shield himself with his shoulder as he sped up. He turned the corner and they were gone from his sight, but Luv's mind was racing. Tee and Becker, in two cars, behind him in the middle of the night, on the same road, going the same way he was. It could not be coincidence. They were following him, which meant that they knew about the car, somehow. What else did they know?
It couldn't be his identity or they would have had him already. They were following him to see who he was, what he would do, which meant they were still in doubt. Which meant he was still all right. If he could evade them now. Watching his mirror, he made a turn, and then another as soon as he could, and turned off his headlights so that he was driving by his parking lights alone.
He had to get out, he had to get away. It was the Caprice they were after, not him. The car was clean of prints except for the ones he had put on the door handle, the steering wheel, and the gearshift this evening. He was scrupulous about that, he had wiped it down thoroughly after the disposal of Inge. Luv took a pair of rubber gloves and a chamois rag from the glove compartment. Glancing again in his mirror, he pulled on the gloves and wiped the glove compartment, the wheel, the gearshift, the door handle. He thought for a moment, then wiped the light switch and all of the dashboard around it. A dog had begun to bark inside the house where he had parked. He thought things through once more, ignoring the pressure to run. This is when you're good, he told himself. This is when you're smart and calm. He went through his motions since getting into the car, then, satisfied at the completeness of his memory, he closed the door gently and left the car. He could see headlights turning down the road as he stepped into the woods. He grinned, knowing he had won again. They could have the car, he could always get another, it was an easy thing to do. But they couldn't catch him, they would never catch Cap'n Luv. Run, run, as fast as you can, you'll never catch me, I'm the gingerbread man, he thought to himself as he slipped into the comforting shelter of the trees.
As he glanced back he saw the headlights of his pursuer stop behind the driveway where he had left the Caprice. That would be Becker, Luv thought. He was quicker than Tee, smarter, far more dangerous. Which was fine with Luv. It was appropriate that he should be chased by the most dangerous, because he, Luv, was the most dangerous of all. Because he was the smartest. Because he was the best. I'm not afraid of Becker, he thought. But if he's as smart as he's supposed to be, he should be afraid of me. I can get to him in ways he never imagined.
The dog was going crazy now, barking and yapping as if Luv were in the house itself. That was excellent, it would make it impossible for Becker to hear whatever noise Luv made while moving through the woods.
When he reached the safety of his own house, Luv's wife was sleeping. He stood for a moment in the darkness of his bedroom, beaming triumphantly.
He grabbed his wrist and took his own pulse. It was rock-solid, as calm as sleep. I love it, he thought. I love it!
20
"There been one hell of a lot of women in that car," said Andreassi, head of forensics for the Bureau in the Stamford/ Bridgeport area. His team of specialists had swarmed over the Caprice for the better part of a day searching for prints, collecting fibers, hairs, lint, and debris of all kinds. "The passenger side has got enough hair samples to make a wig. Most of them are long, or longish, and all different colors, some of them dyed, sprayed with fixatives of one kind or another. Those little babies cling to upholstery, work their way into cracks, get under the seat. You'll never get all of them out with a vacuum, and believe me, he's tried. That is one clean car, at least to the naked eye. We'll check these hairs against the ones we have from the Appleseed girls and see if we can get a match. Funny thing, though. He hasn't had them in the back seat. None of them, I'd guess. There doesn't seem to have been anybody in the back seat, ever. Johnny wasn't balling them in the back, he was just driving them somewhere."
"We don't know that this is Johnny's car. How about prints?" Becker asked. He took the briefing in Tee's office, the afternoon following the fruitless chase of the Caprice.
"Not as many as you'd expect with all those passengers," said Andreassi.
"Some, but almost all of them from the passenger side. He cleans that car, and I mean cleans it. He knows how to wipe it down."
"Nothing from the steering wheel, the gearshift?"
"Oh, sure, something. We're pretty good at this, you know, John. We've got a few partials, he's not as clever as he thinks-but pretty close.
Either he wears gloves when he drives or he knew that somebody would be checking out the car someday. Of course, some of the prints from the passenger side might be his too, who knows? There's nothing around the trunk. I mean nothing in the way of prints. I'd say he worked that area over real good. There's some threads caught in the key slot, probably from the rag he used to wipe it down. There are fibers in the trunk, but nothing that's very exciting at first glance, nothing to get me jumping up and down."