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“Then I suggest you look for him,” Nate said. “We don’t even know that he’s still in Atlanta, or that they’re together.”
Delores watched the deputies for their reactions to Nate’s lie.
Rawlins said, “Oh, they’re together, Dr. Lambert. After she abandoned you, things got interesting in that parking garage.” He turned to Delores. “First, Mallett had a run-in with your Mercedes-driving friend and his second.”
“My goodness,” she said on a shocked gasp. “Richard, did you know about this?”
“Of course not.”
Rawlins continued. “After the encounter with Mallett, security cameras show Goliad and the other guy driving out in the Mercedes. Also shows Mallett and Dr. O’Neal hooking up several minutes later in her parking space and leaving together on foot.”
“It seems that this Mallett is at the center of all the bloodshed,” Richard said.
“I shudder to think of him with Dr. O’Neal,” Delores said. “Do you think she’s in danger? He obviously has a violent bent.”
Nate chimed in. “There’s no doubt in my mind that he injured that man at the airfield.”
“Maybe,” Rawlins said. “We can’t figure a motive, though. And Dr. O’Neal may be moonstruck, but I can’t see her covering for Mallett for something as serious as an assault.”
“Has the poor victim described his attacker?” Delores asked.
“He was struck from behind.”
“What a pity. I hope he recovers soon.”
Nobody responded to that. Then Wilson said, “Well, we’ve taken up enough of your time. Please notify us if you see or hear from either of them.”
There were handshakes all around and promises to share information should any become available. Delores herself walked the officers to the door and saw them out, then returned to the sitting room, went straight to the bar, and poured a drink.
“Just when we need to be our most surreptitious, Brynn has got these yokels nipping at our heels,” Nate groused. “I could kill her.”
“That’s certainly an option,” Richard said. “But we have to find her first. You know her better than we do. You see her almost every day. Have you thought of where she might have gone? What resources she has at her disposal? A second home? A second car? A roadmap to Violet Griffin’s house in Tennessee?”
Compared to the near shout on which he’d ended, Delores’s tone was soft and perfectly controlled. “You made a blunder, darling.”
“A colossal one,” Richard said. “When we trusted Dr. O’Neal.”
“When you mentioned bloodshed.”
Richard’s gaze snapped to hers.
“The deputies hadn’t said anything about blood. How would we know there had been bloodshed unless we knew about his knife fight with Timmy?”
9:37 p.m.
Wilson and Rawlins climbed into the SUV. They waited until they were clear of the gate and underway before Wilson looked over at Rawlins. In unison, they said, “They’re lying.”
Chapter 23
9:41 p.m.
The taxi driver hadn’t been exaggerating about the amount of traffic on the interstate highways. It took longer to get to where they were going than Rye had anticipated, and when he assisted Brynn from the back seat, she looked at him as though he had lost his mind.
The neighborhood was dicey, bordering on sinister. Streetlights had either burned out or been shot out. The few enterprises still in operation were closed for the night. Most had metal grills protecting their windows and doors from break-ins. The street was shuttered, dark, and best avoided.
But since Rye didn’t like either their taxi driver’s beady eyes or his attitude, he asked him to drop them two blocks shy of their destination. Grudgingly Rye tipped him the promised extra twenty, for which he received no thanks. He waited until the taxi’s taillights disappeared around a corner, then drew Brynn into the recessed entrance of an abandoned store.
“You’re out of luck. The place is shut down.” She brought his attention to the faded “For Sale” sign taped to the door. “Has been for some time now, looks like.”
