Blackstone held up his hand. “Officers, stop with the cat and mouse. You have just shared some very upsetting news with my client. There’s no way he can be completely rational right now. We’re going to have to suspend this interview for another day.” He rose and bade his client to do the same. “You can show yourselves out.”
Adler wasn’t surprised by Blackstone’s request, but he was still frustrated. He’d dealt with too many men like Blackstone who shadowed the truth in words and legal maneuvers. He and Quinn rose but made no move toward the door.
“How well did you know Gina Mason?” Adler asked.
Crowley’s frown deepened with anger, and then as if he couldn’t resist, he broke from his attorney and stepped toward them. “She was a friend of my wife’s. I didn’t know her.”
Blackstone raised his hand. “This ends now.”
“I did not kill my wife.” Crowley punctuated each word with the poke of a finger.
“Good. Whoever killed her was a monster.” Adler wanted to get a rise out of Crowley. “No one deserves to die the way she did.”
“Are you trying to make me feel worse?” Crowley asked. His attorney placed a hand on his arm, but Crowley jerked it away. “I didn’t kill her.”
“Enough, Detectives,” Blackstone said.
“We’ll be revisiting this conversation again, Mr. Crowley,” Adler said. “Are you staying in the same hotel?”
“The Richmond Inn on Broad Street.”
It was an expensive boutique hotel that catered to tourists and business travelers. “And there’s someone who can vouch for you there?”
“Talk to the manager. He knows me well.”
“Anyone else?”
Crowley’s chin lifted and he looked to Blackstone, who nodded. “There’s a woman.”
“Her name?” Adler asked.
“Barbara Austin. She’ll vouch for me.”
Adler scribbled down the name and the phone number Crowley provided. “She’s your girlfriend?”
“Not that formal. But we were intimate.”
“Adultery doesn’t translate into murder,” Blackstone said.
“Your client wasn’t forthcoming about Ms. Austin. What else is he holding back?”
“That’s it,” Crowley said. “I was afraid how it would look.”
Blackstone all but shoved Crowley out of the conference room, leaving Quinn and Adler to saunter out behind them. They pushed through the front door into the bright sunshine.
“On a scale of one to ten, how guilty do you think he is?” Quinn asked.
Adler knew Crowley was hiding something and Blackstone was helping him do it. But was their secret murder? That he couldn’t say right now. “He’s no choir boy.”
“A mistress could be motive for murder.”
“Sure. But what’s the motive for killing Jennifer Ralston?” The two women knew each other and had seen each other occasionally at Saint Mathew’s events, but he believed more than ever that their deaths were linked to Kaitlin’s stabbing and whatever happened to Gina. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but he was getting closer. “The motive goes beyond a girlfriend and a bad marriage.”
“Back to Gina?”
“Yep,” he said.
INTERVIEW FILE #20
HIDDEN MESSAGES
After the police released my name to the media, I started to get letters. A few weren’t bad. There were people praying for me. Others wanted to shame me. Most were menacing.
You don’t deserve to live.
God will punish you.
Judgment Day is coming.
Some were sent via US Mail with no return address, and some were left at my aunt’s house. Those letters, coupled with continued media scrutiny, were what finally drove me out of Virginia. I moved back to Dallas, changed my name, and dyed my hair blond. The letters and media calls finally stopped, and I had an opportunity to start over. I threw myself into school and later my career. And in the rare off hours, I partied hard like there was no tomorrow.
Over the years, there were times when I could almost believe losing Gina wasn’t my fault, and I didn’t deserve to be punished.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Wednesday, March 21, 2018; 9:00 a.m.
Randy Hayward watched Steven Marcus lift the jailhouse phone as he stared through the thick glass separating them. The reporter’s build was still slight, and he couldn’t be much older than Randy, but he looked like the boy next door. A place like this would eat him alive.
Hayward raised the phone to his ear and grinned. “I didn’t think you’d come. I figured you were done with me after our meeting in January.”
“I wasn’t interested in playing games.”
They’d met after Randy’s release from prison in early January. Marcus asked for an interview, and Randy had agreed in exchanged for cash. But when the time came to meet, Randy had had better things to do and had blown off their appointment. “You won’t be sorry you came.”
Marcus didn’t look convinced. “Why am I here?”
“I’m in a bad way. I need a friend,” Randy said.
“If you want a friend, then tell me where Gina is. You know I want to find her.”
Randy looked to the guard standing nearby and leaned forward. “I can’t tell you right now.”
“Then we aren’t friends.” The reporter’s eyes flashed with unexpected anger as he rose and looked ready to leave.
Randy had a knack for knowing how far to push his luck, and with Marcus he was reaching his limit. “Hey now, don’t be so harsh. I can give you what you want, just not right this minute.”
Marcus released a breath and stared through the glass at him. “What do you want?”
“I need the public to know I’m not a monster.”
“I’d say you fit the bill. I know you killed Gina, and the cops have you on security footage stabbing the woman in the convenience store you robbed.”
Randy shook his head, but his grin turned sly. “The attorneys have worked out a deal. I’m gonna be taking the cops to Gina real soon.”
Marcus sat back. “You made a deal?”
“A real sweet one.”
“What happened to Gina?”
Randy rubbed the side of his head, his handcuffs jostling on his wrists. “I can’t tell you before the cops.”
“Why did you kill her?”
“I’ll tell you that after Friday.”
“Friday?”
“That’s when I talk to the cops about her. I’d do it today, but Kaitlin’s the one holding up the show. Cops say she can’t come with us until Friday, and I’ve got to have my sweet Kaitlin at the big reveal.”
“She was stabbed. She’s out of the hospital tomorrow.”
Randy couldn’t say he was sorry. He should have done the same to her years ago. “Ouch. Stabbed. Well, if there ever was a bitch who deserved it, it was her.”
“I thought you were tight with Kaitlin Roe? She was your girlfriend. From what people told me, she would have done anything for you at
one point.”
“Not anymore. She’s a viper.” He’d been real nice to her when they’d been dating, and then at the Fourth of July party, he’d gotten a little too drunk. Yeah, he’d hit her, but looking back, he knew both she and Gina got what they deserved.
“When’s the last time you saw her?” Marcus asked.
“Last week.” He made a sucking sound as he ran his tongue over his teeth. “She’d been trying to talk to me for months, visiting and hoping I’d open up to her. She’s like you. She wants your precious little Gina found.”
Marcus shook his head. “Gina was never mine. I never knew her.”
“But you did all kinds of research on her, and you fell for her just like any other guy who spent any time with her. Shit, even dead, Gina could win a man’s heart.”
“If you’re talking to the cops, why am I here?”
“Like I said, I need my story told. I’m going to be on trial, and public opinion matters. You can tell my story best because you understand the effect Gina had on men.”
Marcus shifted, as if uncomfortable with the idea that he’d have anything in common with this piece of garbage.
Randy smiled. “You’re gonna have to put your own shit aside and suck it up if you want the whole story. You look like the kind of man who’d deal with the devil for a good story.”
Marcus tapped a finger on the phone. “What do you want?”
“Money in my cantina account is a nice start. And if you write about me favorably during my trial, I can tell you things that readers will eat up.”
“Consider it done.”
“And give a message to Kaitlin for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell her the next time, I hope whoever hates her as much as me finishes the job.”
Kaitlin pulled off the earphones and hit “Mute” on her computer, silencing Jennifer Ralston’s voice. Hearing the dead woman left her unsettled and more worried than ever about Erika. Adler had not returned last night, and she was anxious to see him not only for news but because, like it or not, she felt better when he was around. She’d left him one message, but he’d not called her back. Damn. If she could just get out of this hospital room, she wouldn’t feel so cut off.