Gervase answered before Kennedy could respond. “If the suggestion is that Kyser is still providing someone with mermaid charms, that’s not going to work. There was no charm found with Candy.”
“Yes, there was,” Jason said. “I picked it up and put it in my pocket, but I guess it fell out when the floor gave way. Anyway, somehow I lost it.”
“You lost it?” Kennedy, Gervase, and Boxner all repeated at the same time.
Jason said with asperity, “Yes. I lost it. While I was plunging fifty feet to the flooded room below.”
“Maybe twenty,” Kennedy said. “Still. Fair enough.”
Gervase sighed. “That’s too damn bad. We’ll never find it now. That place is a deathtrap. I guess one mermaid more or less doesn’t really make a difference.”
Jason grimaced. He already felt bad enough about dropping the charm without them trying to be understanding.
Abruptly he remembered that sense of recognition when he’d picked up the charm. The certainty that he knew it.
Well, that he recognized a copy of an original he knew well.
Except…no. For one strange moment, he had believed he was holding the original.
Yes. That was it. He’d felt the shock of recognition. Then the next instant, Candy had opened her eyes, and he’d forgotten all about the charm until he’d searched his pockets for it when he was receiving medical attention some hours later. That had been a sickening moment.
The phone on Gervase’s desk suddenly rang, buzzing loudly in the small office, and Jason jumped.
Kennedy threw him a curious look.
Gervase’s face changed as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. “Is she?” he said. “Well, thank God for that. When can we talk to her?”
More silent listening from the chief. More frowning.
Kennedy continued to study Jason. Jason met his gaze. Kennedy smiled faintly. Was something funny? Jason didn’t get the joke.
He glanced at Boxner who was watching him and Kennedy with narrow-eyed suspicion.
Great.
“We’re not going to interrogate her,” Gervase said into the phone. “We just want to ask her a few questions. We’ll be just as quick and careful as we can. It might end up saving someone else’s life.”
Buzzing on the other end.
“Well—”
“But—”
The chief’s eyes lightened. He looked at Kennedy and nodded. “So you think today for sure?”
A few more words were exchanged, and Gervase hung up the phone.
“Candy Davies regained consciousness about half an hour ago. She’s pretty groggy, but the doctor thinks she might be able to give her statement as early as this afternoon.”
“That’s good,” Kennedy said. “That’s very good news.”
Gervase nodded in grim agreement. “What do you think about heading out to Boston now? I don’t want to waste any time. That girl won’t be really safe until she gives her statement.”
“I agree,” Kennedy said. “And I’m all for driving to Boston immediately.”
Gervase rose. “Boyd, you take West with you and interview this Dr. Kyser. But go easy, for God’s sake. We don’t need someone else threatening us with a lawsuit.”
“Who else is threatening legal action?” Kennedy asked.
“The Madigans. They believe releasing McEnroe was an act of criminal stupidity. They think we’re deliberately dragging our feet bringing their daughter’s killer to justice.”
Kennedy shrugged. “It takes how long it takes.”
“It’s nice you can get some emotional distance,” Gervase said sourly. “Boyd and I don’t have that luxury. We have to live with these folks. They’re frightened and angry, and they want answers.”
“Maybe after we talk to the Davies girl we’ll have some for them.”
When Kennedy and Jason were alone in their office, Kennedy said, “Watch yourself.” His eyes were grave.
“I plan on it.” Jason checked his weapon. He popped the magazine, reaffirmed he had plenty of ammo. Which…since he had not fired a single shot since his last session on the target range should not be a surprise. He replaced the magazine.
When he looked at Kennedy, Kennedy was still regarding him intently. There was something odd about his expression. As though he wanted to say more but couldn’t decide whether to speak.
“Do you think the unsub is going to go after Candy?” Jason asked.
Kennedy said. “Desperate people are dangerous.”
Jason’s shoulder twinged at the reminder. “No kidding,” he said.
* * * * *
“So,” Boxner said. “I guess you and Kennedy are partners in more ways than one.”
Jason had been staring out the passenger side window at the green tangle of woodland flashing past. He turned to study Boxner’s profile.
Boxner was gazing at the road ahead, smiling faintly. His body was relaxed, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel. The epitome of confident masculinity. It was partly façade, but a lot of it was genuine. Boxner was very pleased with the man he’d become. He probably didn’t have a self-doubting cell in his body.
“Sorry. What did you say?”
Great. Just Great. Was there any possibility that SAC Manning would ever have reason to speak to Officer Boyd Boxner?
Boxner said, “You and Kennedy are partners on and off the screen.”
“Nope. This is a temporary assignment,” Jason said.
Boxner laughed. “Is that so? He was sure clucking over you like a hen with one chick yesterday.”
Insulting on so many levels. Also totally stupid. And it would be equally stupid to respond. And yet there had been a moment yesterday when Jason had looked away from the paramedic’s checking-for-concussion routine and caught sight of Kennedy talking to Chief Gervase. Kennedy had glanced over at Jason, and his eyes had blazed electric-blue in his wet and dripping face. There had definitely been emotion there.
Kennedy would take losing—or nearly losing—a partner, even a temporary partner, as a major failure.
Well, who wouldn’t?
Jason drawled, “Yeah, that sure sounds like Kennedy.”
“Oh, he’d have crawled down into that hole after you,” Boxner said. “No question. He doesn’t realize you’re one of the lucky ones.”
“The lucky ones?” Jason asked warily.
“One of those people who always land on their feet. Like a cat. Doesn’t matter how far you drop ’em. They always land upright.”
“What do you know about what I am?” Jason said. “You knew one thing about me and used it to justify—” He stopped. This was a conversation he did not want to have. Not least because it wouldn’t solve anything. He had figured that much out a long time ago.
Boxner tilted his head, considering. Astonishingly, he acknowledged, “Maybe.”
He met Jason’s eyes. “I probably did bully you. So what? That’s what kids do. It made you tougher. It made you tough enough for the FBI.”
Jason said dryly, “Remind me to thank you.”
“I don’t want you to thank me. I don’t like you. I wouldn’t have liked you even if you hadn’t been queer. People always say it’s not personal. But it is, believe me.”
“Likewise.”
“But,” Boxner said, “since you are still queer, I realize now you didn’t kill Honey.”
Jason said scornfully, “You know damn well I didn’t kill her.”
Boxner grinned. “Because you think I did? Prove it.”
“I plan to.”
Boxner laughed. “My money’s on good old George Simpson. Chief won’t even consider it because he and Simpson go way back, but I think we’re going to find the connection we need when we talk to this Kyser character.” He glanced at Jason. “Which is going to be very disappointing for you, I know. Since you’re hoping Kyser will lead straight to me.”