Murder. That changed everything.
So now it was finally Serena's turn. Time to tighten the noose around her neck.
Through the binoculars, he watched her shrug and continue down the steps of the government plaza toward her car. He knew what was in her brain. She was telling herself that the fear scraping its fingernails along her spine was all in her imagination. She was wrong. Before he was done, she would be begging him to kill her.
7
City Hall was an old, drafty building, with high ceilings where the heat gathered. The floors were cold, hard marble. The chill radiated through the window in Stride's office and left frost crystals on the glass. He leaned against the window frame and stared vacantly at the traffic on First Street below him. His arms were crossed. The creases in his forehead deepened like canyons, and he felt tightness throughout his muscles.
He was wearing a suit and tie because reporters and politicians would be swarming the office as word got out about Maggie. Usually he dressed for the street, which was where he liked to spend his time. He couldn't handle a job that left him permanently chained to a desk, and he did his paperwork in odd hours when the rest of the office was dark. He preferred to be out at crime scenes, doing the real work, which was mostly hard and bitter.
He had been idealistic in his early days, which were too long ago to think about. He was like Maggie-determined to solve every crime, put away every criminal. It hadn't taken long for him to realize that there were always victims like the Enger Park Girl, with no one to speak for them and no answers to give. The burden was all his. Every murder in this city gouged a piece out of his soul, and even when they solved the case and he watched a jury bring down a guilty verdict, there was still a scar that never went away.
That was one of the reasons he lived by the lake. He didn't tell many people about that part of his soul; it had taken months for him even to share it with Serena. Stride was a hardheaded realist who had no time for anything mystical, but the lake was different. When he stood by the water at night, he sometimes felt as if he were surrounded by the dead, as if the lake were where they went to become part of the mist and vapor. He could feel his father there, who had died in the lake, and he felt communion with all of the city's dead.
There was a knock on his office door, and he saw a silhouette behind the frosted glass.
"Come in," he called without leaving the window. The vanilla oak door opened and closed with a shudder. He was surprised to see who it was. "Lauren."
"Hello, Jonathan."
He felt a chill blow into his office with Lauren's arrival.
"You're looking good," he told her.
Lauren rolled her eyes at him. She had the clothes, jewels, and laboratory-tested blond hair to match her money, and her face was as smooth as makeup and plastic surgery could make it. She was attractive, but she made no secret of the fact that Stride's charm went nowhere with her. The two of them shared an ugly history. Lauren was the only child of a father who had made millions in commercial real estate in northern Minnesota. In Stride's early days as a detective, he had exposed a City Hall bribery scheme connected to an eminent domain condemnation for a huge new shopping center. Lauren's father went to prison and died there six months later of a stroke. Lauren inherited everything, including a grudge against Stride.
He waved her into a seat. She crossed her legs and steepled her fingers on the hem of her skirt. Her blue eyes were as fierce and intelligent as ever.
"I'm sorry about Maggie," she told him.
"Sure you are."
"I just met Serena in Dan's office," she added cuttingly. "Where would she have been when you and I were in school? Playing with finger paints?"
Stride ignored the jab. "I didn't think you were speaking to me, Lauren."
"The past is the past," she replied. "We need to move on."
"Really? That wasn't your attitude last year." Stride knew that Lauren had waged a campaign with the City Council to block K-2 from hiring him back.
"I have more important things to worry about now."
"Oh?"
"You obviously haven't seen the news today."
"What did I miss?"
"Dan and I are moving to Washington," Lauren announced.
"Permanently?"
She nodded. "Dan's been invited to be special counsel in a D.C. law firm as part of its white-collar crime practice. I've been out in Washington the last couple of days, scouting homes in Georgetown."
"So Dan's becoming a defense lawyer," Stride said. "I guess it's always been about the game for him. It's easier to switch sides that way."
"Yes, I know you're only interested in truth and justice, Jonathan. Let me know when you find it."
He smiled, because she had a point. He was also pleased to think of Dan giving up his job as the county's top prosecutor. He didn't like having an enemy in that office.
"Congratulations, that's quite a coup," he told her.
"I've been pulling strings for a while," Lauren admitted. "Dan doesn't like Duluth. We only hung on here to get him into statewide office, but you erased that possibility for us, didn't you?"
"I think the voters had something to do with it," Stride said. "When does the big move take place?"
"Next month."
"Is that why you're here? To say goodbye?"
Lauren shook her head. "Gloating is just a bonus. Actually, I have to report a crime. Or what may be a crime. I don't know."
Stride put aside their rivalry. "What's going on?"
"You know I own Silk, the dress shop on Superior."
Stride nodded. The store was another of her many tax dodges.
"One of my employees is missing," she said.
"What's her name?"
Lauren smiled maliciously. "Oh, you know her very well, Jonathan. It's Tanjy Powell."
Stride didn't mean to say it out loud, but the words slipped out as he expelled a disgusted breath. "Son of a bitch."
"I knew you'd be pleased."
He wasn't pleased at all. "Why do you think she's missing?"
"Tanjy left the shop early on Monday afternoon. She looked upset. According to Sonnie, my store manager, Tanjy didn't show up on Tuesday or Wednesday, and she didn't call. There's no answer at her home."
"Why was she upset when she left?"
"I have no idea."
"Has she ever done this before?"
"Sonnie says no."
"What about family?"
Lauren shook her head. "Her parents are dead. She lives in the bottom half of an old Victorian in the East Hillside area. I thought you'd want to check it out, in case there's some foul smell emanating from it. That's what gets your blood racing, right?"
"Give it a rest, Lauren." He added, "My first thought is that Tanjy is playing another game with us."
"Why? Because last time she made a fool of you?"
"The woman fabricated a rape charge. She had the whole city in a panic."
Lauren sighed. "I don't claim to understand what goes on in her sick little brain. I'm just the messenger."
"I hope to hell she's not wasting our time again," Stride said. "The only reason we didn't file charges was because Dan and K-2 didn't want us to look like we were beating up on a woman with psychological problems."
"My fault," Lauren admitted. "I asked them to go easy on her."
"You? I'm surprised you didn't fire her."
"I only go after people who get in my way, Jonathan. You should know that."
"Meaning you didn't want an ugly employment lawsuit."
"Meaning I felt sorry for her."
Stride didn't believe that Lauren had ever felt sorry for anyone, but it didn't matter either way. "I'll check it out," he said.
"There's something else," Lauren added.
"What?"
"Tanjy called our home on Monday night."
"After she left the shop that day? Why?"
"She wanted to talk to Dan, but he was in Saint Paul."
"What did she want?" Stride asked.
"I don't know. I called Dan from Washington on Tuesday afternoon, but he said there was no answer when he tried to call her back. Neither one of us gave it another thought until today. I took a flight back early this morning, and Sonnie told me that Tanjy was missing."