Mia watched as several other techs prepared to enter the building. To the last man, she gave her card. “Here’s my cell number. Give me a call when you’re finished here.”
She drove herself back to St. Dennis, the radio off and the windows down to blow out the hot stale air that had been building up since she arrived at the old building earlier in the day. Her stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten a thing but she had no appetite. That Lisa, of all people, had become a victim made her weak in the knees. Lisa, who had everything, who had so loved her life…it just seemed so unfair. Why, she wondered, was Lisa targeted? What had she learned?
Beck suspected that Mickey Forbes was the man they were after. Maybe he was right. He had the opportunity, he had access to the building, and if in fact he’d killed the other women, he would have had a motive, with Lisa asking so many questions right there in what was essentially Mickey’s own backyard. If he had been in the company of all of the victims, either at the gym or at the coffee shop or both, sooner or later, someone might have remembered and start putting it all together. Perhaps someone already had, and Lisa had figured out who that someone was. Maybe Lisa had been on her way to speak with that person. Maybe she’d told Mickey before she left the Goal Post…
“Maybe,” Mia whispered. “Maybe…”
She parked in Beck’s reserved spot out front of the municipal building and went inside. After the heat of the day, the air conditioning refreshed her. She waved to Garland on her way in and went straight to the kitchen, hoping to find something with some sugar in it. There were three Cokes left, and she took one.
“Garland, have you heard from Beck or Duncan yet? Anyone?” She asked as she popped the lid off the soda can.
“Beck’s still out with Viv. He called a few minutes ago and said he thinks he won’t be much longer. Hal just picked up Mickey. Sue is still over at Singer’s, she said Jay Gannon is on his way over to stay with Todd for a while and as soon as he gets there, she’ll be in.” Garland’s eyes were rimmed with red, as she suspected her own might be. “Do you think it’s him? Mickey Forbes?”
“Don’t know.” She nodded. “Let’s see what he has to say, once we get a chance to talk to him.”
“Hal says he’s lawyered up already.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“Damn this son of a bitch, whoever he is. Of all people…Lisa…”
“I know.” She walked behind him and gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“It just sucks that it had to be her,” he choked.
“It sucks that it has to be anyone.” She gave his shoulder one last pat and headed back to the makeshift office she’d set up in their conference room.
Mia was debating what to do next-where would she be most useful?-when Connor called her cell to give her an update on the near break-in at the house.
“The techs are done and gone,” he told her. “They’re going to run the tire prints to see if they can find a match there. That’s about the only useful bit of evidence they were able to find. The ground wasn’t soft enough to give us good shoe prints.”
“So what are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to hang out here for a while, replace the glass in my basement window, and just enjoy being home for a while. You?”
“I’m going to stick here until this is done. A couple of the techs who were at your house were pulled over here, and they’re still working the scene.”
“Then your friend…”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, Mia. It’s hard enough when it’s a stranger, but when the victim is someone you know…”
She knew they both had the same “someone you know” in mind.
“Mia? You still there?”
“I’m here.” She hesitated, then lowered her voice to a near whisper. “Connor, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“You need a break, sweetie. It’s been a very intense few years with little time off for good behavior. Take some now,” he counseled. “Walk away if you need to, for as long as you have to. Forever, if that’s what’s right for you.”
“I’d feel like a traitor,” she confessed. “Everyone in the family has been with the Bureau…”
“Fuck the Bureau.” His voice was firm. “You don’t owe the FBI a thing. Look, even your brother Grady had enough sense to know when to leave. You really think he’ll ever be back?”
“He lost everything he cared about-at the hands of his own brother.”
“Well, it seems to me that as protective as you are toward Grady, you could spare a little of that compassion for yourself.”
When she didn’t say anything, Connor told her, “Take some time off, Mia. As soon as this case is over, find a place where you feel at peace and sort things out for yourself. Figure out what’s best for you. Not what’s best for the Bureau, nor for the family. What’s best for you. Get yourself together. It’s time.”
“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Connor.”
“I’m here if you need me.”
“You’ll be around for a while?”
“I think so,” he told her. “I have a few things to work out, too.”
“Then I guess I’ll see you soon,” she told him before hanging up.
“The chief is on line seven,” Garland stuck his head through the door, “and he wants to speak with you.”
“Thanks,” she said and lifted the receiver of the phone on the table behind her. “Beck?”
“You were right,” he said tersely. “Lisa was strangled. She was dead before he wrapped her up. At least she didn’t have to suffer through that slow suffocation the way the others did.”
“So I’m guessing she was not raped, either,” Mia said, and silently gave thanks that Lisa had been spared the agony the other victims had been made to endure.
“Right again. Viv found two little marks on the back of her right shoulder. Looks like she’d been stunned, then strangled, then wrapped up when he was sure she was dead.”
“Interesting. That tells us something we didn’t already know.”
“Yeah, what?”
“It tells us his motive wasn’t the same. This time he was motivated not by lust or the thrill of the kill, but to get rid of her as quickly as possible. This is a totally different sort of crime. This wasn’t about power or pleasure. It was expediency. He needed Lisa out of the way because she knew something he didn’t want anyone else to know, or he was afraid she was about to find out something he felt he needed to protect.”
“Like his identity.”
“That would be my guess. And he knew her well enough to know he’d have to immobilize her if he was going to kill her. And that he’d have to kill her fast or he wouldn’t be able to subdue her. She looked like she was in pretty good shape, she would have put up one hell of a good fight.”
“Lisa was very strong, and she was in great shape,” Beck agreed. “Anyone who knew her would know that. Of course, just about everyone in St. Dennis knew her.”
“I think the killer knew Lisa really well. I think he wanted to kill her quickly to get it over with-not just for her sake, but for his. I think this one was a hard kill for him.”
“Interesting observation.” He fell silent for a moment. “Mickey Forbes would certainly fit.”
“He knew Lisa that well?”
“They were engaged, before she met Todd.”
“Well, shit. There is no end to the surprises you find in these little towns.” She thought that bit of news over for a moment. “You really think he would have killed her?”
“To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t have thought he’d have killed anyone, but God knows I could be wrong about that. He sure got ahold of his lawyer fast enough. Ham’s lawyer was waiting for them when they arrived over at the Cameron station.”
“Why did Hal take him to Cameron?”