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“There was some newspaper coverage of Rebecca’s disappearance, but there was not a word-that I could find, anyway-to indicate she was the governor’s niece. But everybody seemed to know it anyway. That small-town thing again.”
“Suspects?”
“I’m working with Records to pull up a list of likelies for you: Felony convictions involving breaking and entering, assault, rape and/or murder in the Southwest during those approximate years.”
“But the killings just stopped?” Sharon asked.
“As far as I can tell,” I said. “In 1962, a flight attendant named Gloria Johnson disappeared, then turned up a few days later under the same circumstances. Then nothing, at least for the next several years.”
“Sometimes they just stop,” Peralta said. “Green River stopped, or died or was killed, or maybe arrested for something else. Serial killers aren’t nearly as neat and methodical as in the movies. And there are more unsolved murders than the cops would ever like to admit.” He thought for a moment and then said, “I wish this Harquahala bastard would die.”
I drove home in a contented buzz through light late-night traffic on Squaw Peak Parkway. But I had retrieved my old holster for the.357 Python and now both sat ominously in the Blazer’s glove compartment. I wasn’t ready to start packing all the time-it was hard to conceal a weapon in this heat-but I wanted it nearby. I kept wondering who wanted me to back off investigating Phaedra’s disappearance. And why. One thing that was clear now was that Julie’s apprehensions were correct. Her little sister was into something bad.
At home an hour later, I was on-line, plugged into MCSO Central Records and running Phaedra and her old boyfriends through the National Crime Information Center, when there was a knock at the office door. I jumped at the sound. Then I unholstered the heavy revolver and stepped to the side of the door to look out. Too dark. Damn burned-out light.
“Who’s there?” I said. It was 2:13 A.M.
“Julie. It’s Julie.”
I set the pistol on a table and opened the door.
Julie Riding stepped in quickly and wrapped her arms around me. She was trembling. I closed the door and locked it.
“I’m really scared,” she said, and for a long time, she stayed in my arms, shaking from time to time as if she was cold. I watched my unattended PowerBook put itself to sleep, and the only light in the room was Grandfather’s green-shaded banker’s lamp, which had fascinated me when I was a little boy.
“What is it, Julie?”
“I really need a drink, David.”
I steered her over to the leather couch and poured us both scotch. Julie had changed her hair again. It was straighter, parted at the center, and closer to her natural shade of light brown/blond. Her eyes glistened. When I sat next to her, she said, “I think someone is following me.”
My eyes automatically sought out the reassurance of the Python on the table.
“Did someone follow you here tonight?”
She shook her head. “I took a really roundabout route.”
“Where’s your daughter?”
“With her dad. We have joint custody, and Mindy’s with him all month.” She sighed. “That’s not true. He has custody. She sees me every other weekend. Don’t ask, David. That’s what happens when you get in a court battle with a fucking lawyer.” She pushed her hair back.
I asked her why she thought someone was following her.
“I noticed him when I came here the other night. A man sitting in a black Mustang convertible. It’s strange enough to see somebody sitting in a car on a residential street late at night. Something about him really gave me the creeps, but I put it out of my mind, you know? Then I saw him again when I left work yesterday. He was just sitting in the parking lot for hotel employees. Tonight, I went out with some girlfriends, and afterward, when I was walking to my car, I turned around and he was walking behind me, maybe half a block back. Just walking behind me. He was small, but really muscled up. And when I pulled out, that black Mustang was right behind me.” She swallowed her drink. “I lost him on the freeway.”
“How do you know the man in the parking lot was the same man who was sitting out here the other night?”
“It was him,” Julie said. “He had scary eyes. The first time I saw him in the car, I was so curious that I looked in at him, and he looked right back at me. And he had on a leather jacket both times I saw him. Lots of shiny silver zippers.”
“In this heat?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Julie, was Phaedra into anything you haven’t told me about?”
“No,” she said. “You think this is about Phaedra?”
“I don’t know. The other night somebody put a gun to my head and told me to back off. He didn’t mention Phaedra, but I can’t imagine he meant a forty-year-old case I’m working on for Peralta. And he was waiting for me when I got home, so obviously he knew where I lived.”
