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“That’s how I feel. Thanks for the assist—the financial hacking wizardry, the transpo.”
“Those are easy, and fun. This?” He put an arm around her, leading her up the stairs. “This is necessary. It’s certainly in the marriage rules.”
“What is?”
“Holding on at the end of a hard day. You don’t have to talk about it.”
“Actually, maybe it would help to get it out. He doesn’t know what the hell’s going on. Monty Jones.”
“What is going on?”
She sat on the side of the bed, managed a smile when he crouched and pulled off her boots. “He’ll be spending some time in the mentally defective ward of Rikers for now. He’ll be examined, interviewed, tested, prodded, and poked. When I start to feel sorry for him, I think about the girls on my board.”
She flopped on her back a moment, stared at the ceiling. “He knew what he was doing when he killed Shelby. I’d bet my badge on it. He was pissed and hurt, and he tangled that up making her pay with making her good. But he knew. And I think that’s what broke him. Realizing what he’d done when it was too late to change it. So he had to kill Linh, then he had to believe it was a mission. But he knew with Shelby. He would’ve been judged legally sane if we’d caught him then.”
“And now?”
“Now he’s pathetic.” She shoved up again, blinked at the wine he held out to her. “Oh yeah, that’s a really good idea. Gibbons is right. He won’t go into a cage, but he’s going to spend the rest of his life in that ward. He’ll never get out, and that has to be enough. I guess it is enough, because that’s what there is.”
“It’d be easier if he was vicious and violent and sane.”
“God, yes. Like some of the vics’ parents were, like mine were, like your father. You can put that clearly and cleanly on one side of the line, and know. And when I see the faces of the victims, I can say, okay, I did my job, I did my best to stand for you.”
“You did just that.” He sat beside her. “Just exactly that.”
“Nobody saw it. Not his family, not trained staff, not even the shrink—not really. Here’s this walking, talking time bomb, but they don’t see. It’s just shy, slow Monty. There was a caginess in there at one time, Roarke. It’s gone now, but it had to be there. He was cagey enough to know how to incapacitate the victims, how to get them where he wanted, how to conceal them, how to conceal himself from those closest to him. That person wasn’t in the room today, but he existed once.”
“Maybe that’s justice as well. That person’s gone, locked up somewhere else. If he ever gets out, he’ll be dealt with.”
“He took a lot with him. Twelve young lives.”
“What about his brother?”
“I worked him. I have to buy he didn’t know about the murders. He just couldn’t conceive of it. He’s going to have to answer for how he handled what he did, but I can already figure the PA’s not going to charge him, not with what equals cage time. What’s the point? He’s going to go through his life feeling he failed his brother, his sister, knowing his brother killed. And Gibbons, he’ll get a slap, too. He may lose his position, maybe even his license. I don’t know. But he’ll bounce back. Probably bounce on Philly, too.”
With a laugh, Roarke hugged her to his side. “There you are.”
“She’s out of it. She didn’t do a damn thing but believe in her brothers and her work. You can’t blame her for that. And the doc? Mostly he tried to help a friend, tried to help the friend’s brother. I can’t begrudge them a little bouncing if it comes to that.”
“You shouldn’t begrudge yourself a feeling of not quite full satisfaction.”
“It’s closed, questions are answered. Except . . . The last victim. She doesn’t have a name. She’s not on any record anyway. If she was, Feeney would have found her. Whoever she came from didn’t bother to name her. It—”
“Makes you think of yourself.”
“They didn’t name me, because I was a thing to them. I guess I see her as something of the same. To whoever brought her into the world, she was just a thing. She didn’t matter to anyone, except, for a short time, to the man who killed her. He didn’t even know her name.”
“Give her one.”
“What? She’s Jane Doe.”
“Give her better than that. Give her a name.”
“What do I know about names?”
“You named the cat.”
She frowned at Galahad, currently sleeping on the bed with all four legs in the air. “Yeah, I did. But a person, that’s two names.”
