“Loaner is an unstable person, Detectives,” Barlow says, “and under the right stress conditions, he’ll be capable of anything-and right now, he’s stressed. Taking over his home like this, trust me, if Adrian knows what’s going on out here he’s going to enter full panic mode, and that means he’s going to be capable of almost anything.”
“And Melissa X?” I ask, and I look over at Schroder.
“He knows about her,” Schroder says, giving me the okay to keep talking.
“Anything happening there?” I ask.
Schroder shakes his head. “We’re talking to her friends and family and trying to build up a profile,” he says.
“She’s not the same person she was before Riley attacked her, assuming that’s what happened,” Barlow says. “Part of her has taken on the role of her dead sister, and is looking for revenge.”
“And the other part?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I couldn’t tell you. Some would suggest the other part is pure evil, but I don’t think that’s the case. The person she is now, that’s a product of her past. With the right medication and the right help,” he says, but doesn’t finish the sentence, because both me and Schroder are staring at him as if he just doesn’t get it. Not everybody is meant to be cured-some people are meant to be locked away forever. It wasn’t Natalie’s fault she set foot on this path, but she’s killed innocent men while on it, and for that she has to pay.
chapter thirty-nine
Cooper has taken his shirt off. It’s bunched beneath his head; not the most comfortable pillow, but it’s not exactly the most comfortable room either. He’s thinking partly of Emma Green and wonders if she’s going through the exact same thing. At least she has water. Who knows, maybe after four days being tied up she’s found a way to free herself, but if she has, there’s still no way she can get out of the room. Mostly he’s thinking about Natalie Flowers, and what he’s going to do to her when he gets out of here. He’ll combine what he knows about her with what the police have found out about her, and he’s going to track her down and make her pay. He’ll see how she likes having parts of her body crushed with a pair of pliers.
He spends some time thinking about how that’s going to feel, and it is going to happen. First Adrian, and then Natalie. He understands his profession enough to know that these other women he’s been hurting are replacements for Natalie, and he wonders what will happen once he’s killed her, whether there will ever be any other urges. It interests him on a purely academic level.
His body is bathed with sweat. He has absolutely no way of knowing what time it is. It could be midnight. It could be noon. His body clock is completely out of whack. This must be how a roast chicken feels, he thinks, and undoes the front of his pants and separates the material a little. He needs water. He needs fresh air. He doesn’t know how long Adrian has been gone. Doesn’t know if the crazy son of a bitch is really going to try and abduct his mother. He hopes not. Throwing his mother into the mix will complicate things.
He can hear footsteps outside the door. Running. His first thought is that he’s about to be rescued. His second thought is that rescue could end up being a problem. The slot is thrown back and light comes into the room but not as strong as before. It’s evening. Maybe around eight o’clock.
“Tell me, honestly,” Adrian says, and he’s puffing. “How many girls have you killed?”
“Why?” Cooper asks. He makes his way to his feet and puts his shirt on. He doesn’t like the idea of Adrian seeing him half naked. He walks over to the slot and rubs the base of his sore back a little.
“The police showed up at the Grove,” Adrian says. “It was just like you said. They’re looking around.”
“Jesus, have they found anything?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I. .”
“Calm down, Adrian. How many of them are out there? Just the one car? Two cars?”
“Lots of cars,” he answers.
“Describe it to me.”
“Geez, I don’t know,” he snaps. “Ten or more cars. What’s the difference? There’re people walking around with weird-looking equipment looking at the ground, kind of like lawn mowers but not lawn mowers.”
“They’re looking for bodies.”
“What they’re doing is walking through my home! They’re ruining it with their. . their lights and equipment and touching everything. I thought it would be good going out there, I thought they wouldn’t come. You said if they did they would just look around and leave! I went into the trees up on the hill and waited for them to go but they’re not going. They’re all walking and searching and invading my home. Our home!”
“Listen to me, Adrian. It’s going to be okay. But you have to be careful not to get caught, Adrian.”
“I wish I knew who each of them were,” Adrian says, not listening, and there is blood in his hairline and while he talks, he digs a finger into it and starts scratching. His other hand goes to his neck and starts scratching at that too. Cooper can see welts beginning to appear. “I should invade their lives in the same way. I should make a list, a list like I made with those mean boys, only this time instead of killing their pets I’ll kill them. I’ll visit each and every one of them. Let’s see how they like having their homes invaded!”
“You’re bleeding,” Cooper says.
“What?” Adrian pulls his fingers away and looks at them. “Sometimes I get itchy,” he says and goes back to scratching. “But you were right, Cooper. You didn’t lie or trick me and if there’s a silver lining here then that’s it.”
“Listen, Adrian, you need to focus here. The woman last night, the one we killed,” Cooper says, including Adrian in on the killing, “where did you bury her?”
“I hid up in the trees and nobody knew I was there,” Adrian says. “When I was young I used to dream of escaping to those trees. I’d imagine what it would be like picking fruit and cooking rabbits and never having to deal with people again.”
“You hid the girl up there?”
“Those dreams led me to think about getting cold and lonely and struggling to survive.”
“Adrian!”
“What?”
“The girl,” Cooper says, talking slowly, talking calmly. “Did you hide her up there?”
“What? No. How many?”
“How many what?” Cooper asks.
“How many girls have you really killed?”
“Why? I told you already.”
“How many are buried at Sunnyview?”
“What? I don’t know, a few, I guess.”
“How can you not know?” Adrian asks, and Cooper is worried that if he keeps scratching himself at the current rate he’ll bleed to death in the corridor and then he’ll never be getting out of here.
“Calm down, Adrian.”
“How many?” Adrian asks, almost screaming now. Spittle flies from his lips through the slot.
“One. There is one buried there,” he says.
“The girl you took out there on Monday night?”
Emma Green? No. Emma Green is still alive, at least he thinks she is. And if this is Sunnyview, then Adrian would have found her already. Okay. There are two possibilities. Either Adrian hasn’t checked all the rooms-and really, there is no reason he should-or they’re not at Sunnyview. Which means they might be at Eastlake, which means Adrian has been lying to him.
“What are you going to do with her?” he asks, avoiding the question. Let Adrian think what he wants to think.
“I just need her, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“I just do.”
“If I tell you, will you let me out?” Cooper asks.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Then I’ll think about telling you.”