“The LVPD is taking all possible steps to ensure-”
“Pardon me, but you weren’t able to stop the previous killings and you’ve given us no reason to believe you can prevent any future ones. Are the citizens of Las Vegas safe?”
He noticed that Susan’s fingers tightened, almost imperceptibly, on the lectern. He knew what she was thinking. She wanted a drink.
“The LVPD is advising citizens to take extreme caution until the assailant is apprehended, particularly young women who are-or look-ages fourteen to twenty.”
“Should we close the casinos? Are the discos safe? How can people protect themselves?”
The hesitation in her voice-first time yet-told him this was something that had been discussed before the conference. He suspected that she favored telling people to lock themselves in their homes and shutting down the whole city. But of course the powers that be would never permit that.
“We have to keep our heads on straight and not let fear get the best of us. For the most part, people should proceed with their normal lives. But they should exercise extreme caution, particularly those in the target gender and age group. Don’t travel alone. Have someone walk you to your car. Don’t speak to strangers. And most especially, don’t get in a car-or truck-with someone you don’t know.”
“But how can we know what situations create jeopardy, when we know so little about the killer?” This Wooley was relentless. He supposed that was why the man was a successful reporter, but it was beginning to wear a bit thin. “Are his victims chosen at random?”
“I’ve said all I have to say on the matter,” Susan replied firmly. “Now if there’s nothing more, I-”
“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind answering this question, Lieutenant Pulaski. That is, former Lieutenant Pulaski.” A camera pivot revealed a woman barreling her way through the heart of the assembled press corps. “Are you qualified to work on this investigation?”
He edged toward the television. It was that woman, the TV host. Annabel’s mother.
Susan cleared her throat. “Mrs. Spencer, as I think you know, Lieutenant Granger is in charge of the investigation. I’m only consulting on-”
“You’re the behavioral expert. The only one on the force.”
“Actually, I’m working with a representative from the FBI who-”
“But so far, you haven’t come up with anything. My daughter’s killer is still at large. And I am outraged.”
The reporters drank up this unexpected bit of conflict. Pens scribbled madly. The minicams shifted their gaze from the podium to the aggrieved mother.
“Mrs. Spencer, everyone at the LVPD is sorry for your loss-”
“But not sorry enough to do anything about it, apparently. Why hasn’t this man been caught? Why aren’t you doing more?”
Solipsistic firebrand. Quarrelsome quidnunc. She had no right to embarrass Susan in public. She was just trying to steal the limelight, the glory hound. Everything Annabel had said about her was true. She was unworthy, as was this behavior. She’d be better served to consider how her daughter could be with child and in Las Vegas without her knowing about it.
“Again, let me make it clear that everyone is doing their best-”
“But that’s not good enough, is it?” The mother stepped up on the raised platform. “I am publicly calling here and now for a clean sweep of the LVPD team and full federal assumption of this investigation.”
“That isn’t even constitutional and it wouldn’t-”
“Talk is meaningless. We’re looking for a deranged killer, a psychopath. We’re not going to catch him with these Deputy Fife officers.”
Susan’s cheeks burned. “I can assure you, ma’am-”
“In the meantime, I’m demanding the immediate removal of several LVPD personnel who have done nothing but obstruct reasoned efforts to bring this fiend into custody. Beginning with Robert O’Bannon.”
“That’s uncalled for. Chief O’Bannon has years of-”
“His conduct has been grossly negligent.”
“He knows more about police work than you could learn in-”
“He hired a drunk to work on my daughter’s case!”
The harsh words sliced through the press conference like a laser. Susan took a step back, almost staggered.
“I guess you didn’t cover that in your opening statement, did you, Ms. Pulaski? Perhaps you’d like to explain why you are no longer a member of the LVPD. Why your employment was terminated. Perhaps you’d like to explain where you were residing only ten days ago or why you have a bandage on your wrist.”
Susan’s teeth were tightly clenched. “This conference is over.”
“I’m calling a press conference of my own!” the mother all but shouted. “I want some action! And I’m willing to put up my own money to see that it happens.”
“I don’t need this,” Susan said, folding up her materials.
The mother grabbed her arm. “I want my daughter’s killer found!”
Susan pushed her away. “We all do, ma’am.” She left the stage, and the live feed gave way to background commentators rattling about the “surprising and dramatic turn of events” at the press conference. Although they didn’t come right out and say they agreed with the mother, they were quick to note that she was not the only one who had criticized the way this investigation was being handled. They couldn’t resist adding that there were many unanswered questions about Susan Pulaski’s involvement, suggesting that they had known all along about her alcohol addiction and time in detox which, of course, none of the lazy mouthpieces had.
He shut off the television in disgust. His anger at that hideous woman and the ignorant press was intense, but not so intense as the sorrow he felt for his poor damaged Susan. She must be devastated. She would try to act tough, as if it didn’t bother her. But it would. It would eat away at her like an earwig burrowing through her brain. And before the day was done, she would drink.
The department would be all over her, pressuring her, just as they would now be pressured to terminate her. His resolve was redoubled: he had to give her something. Something to make her indispensable to the investigation.
That contemptible Spencer woman-how he loathed her. She was projecting, of course. Annabel had said she was a wretched, inattentive mother. No doubt she was trying to sublimate her guilt by lashing out at others. She had slandered him and, more importantly, his Susan. If it happened again, he would be forced to take action. For Susan’s sake. And that of the world to come.
I don’t like that one with the frozen hair and the painted face and the big glasses and the guitar calluses on her left-hand fingers. I didn’t like it when that one was mean to Susan there was no reason she should not be mean and that’s what they taught me in Sunday school didn’t she ever go to Sunday school that one was mean I’m sorry she lost her little girl but maybe if she’d been watching she wouldn’t have lost her and it isn’t Susan’s fault. She was mean to Susan and said lots of loud things I didn’t understand and she smelled bad too like something out of one of those bottles at J. C. Penney’s where the lady is always asking if you want a sample and I don’t I don’t I hate those smells get those smells away from me and I screamed and knocked over her tray and my dad was so mad at me and she smelled just like that. I didn’t think my dad would let me come to his office today but he did and he said I could come again if I wanted to if I didn’t get in Susan’s way because Susan has problems and he doesn’t want me to make them worse like I would. The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. I got to see Susan and I know she likes coffee even though it’s bad for you so I read up everything about coffee so I could tell her and I think maybe it made her happy but I saw her talk to those camera people and saw the glasses lady be so mean and for no reason. Bad lady! I bet she likes spiders and I bet she has a dog.