“This is what Shelby looks like now, after being murdered, then rolled up in plastic, and hidden for fifteen years behind the wall you built.”
“You’re fucking with me, ’cause we didn’t build no walls in that place. Patched a few, painted some, but we didn’t build none. And if we did, and we didn’t, we sure as hell woulda seen that. You ask Brodie. We didn’t see nothing like that. Just ask him.”
“I didn’t say you and Brodie built the wall. I said you built it, after you killed this girl and eleven others.”
/> “You’re shitting me now.” His face died from sallow to pasty gray. “What the fuck? I never killed that girl. I never killed anybody. I just got a couple bjs, that’s it. Just a couple blows.”
“How many times did you go back to that building, meet this girl after they shut down that location?”
“I never went back there, not after Brodie pulled me offa the job. No reason to go back there. You can get a bj lots of places. Sometimes for free even.”
God, she thought, a genuine moron. But she pushed through. “It’s convenient though, just a couple blocks away.”
“I couldn’ta gotten in if I’da wanted. The kid’s the one came out to me. I didn’t even know they left that place, not for months until I went by it one night. It was all boarded up, and dark, and I thought, ‘Hell, the bj girl’s gone.’ I never went in, hand to God. I never saw that kid again after Brodie pulled me offa the job. I never killed nobody.”
Eve found Roarke in her office. She dumped the files on her desk, went straight to the AutoChef for coffee, then dropped down in her chair.
Waiting until she had, Roarke slid his PPC into his pocket. “Well then?”
“The best I could do was dump him in the tank on the D&D. He deserves a hell of a lot more, but I don’t think he killed those girls. He’s too damn stupid for one thing. I’m talking deeply and sincerely stupid.”
Roarke merely nodded. “Are you done here? At Central,” he continued. “Is there anything left to do you can’t do at home?”
“I guess not.”
“Then we’ll go home, and you can fill me in on the way.”
• • •
He listened. She’d grown used to having someone who listened and, even better, understood without every i dotted.
“Sick fuck. He actually believes there’s nothing wrong with getting his dick sucked by a goddamn child. Nothing wrong with paying a thirteen-year-old kid a couple of brews for going down on him—and, hey, her idea.”
“But you don’t believe the sick fuck killed her, or any of them?”
“No. He deserves to have his dick tied in a knot, covered with acid, then set on fire while thousands cheer, but—”
“You do have a way with imagery.”
“But he didn’t kill them. He’s a sucking boil on the ass of mankind, but he doesn’t have killer in him. And he’s a complete moron. A moron didn’t do this. I took him over, under, back, forth, pushed, shoved. He doesn’t know a damn thing. We’re going to keep an eye on him, not only in case I’m wrong on this, but eventually he’s going to put hands on someone else, potentially another minor. Then he can whine in a cage for a few years.”
She sat back, hissed. “I’ve got nothing.”
“You know that’s not true, you’re just disappointed you couldn’t set this one’s dick on fire. You’ve eliminated, or certainly bumped down several people on your suspect list. And more, you have the names of two girls.”
“I didn’t have a hell of a lot to do with that part.”
“Is that it?” He glanced at her as he turned through the gates that opened to home.
“I don’t know.” She shoved her fingers through her hair. “It’s not going to be,” she said. “It’s just not going to be. I’m not a scientist. I can’t look at bones and figure out who they were. It’s stupid to resent getting that data from another source. An expert.”
“And you’re not stupid, even shallowly and insincerely.”
That made her laugh a little. “I’m not stupid, and those girls deserve having every resource I can tap on this.”
She looked at the house, the wonderful sweep of it, the towers and turrets, the countless windows. And thought of young girls—herself among them—who lived or had lived in cramped dorms, shared dingy bathrooms, who yearned for freedom and dreamed of somehow making their own.
Too many never made it.