Quentin put an arm around Davis’s bare shoulders and feigned a hurt expression. “Hey, babe, I know what I?
?m doing, okay?”
“I gotta go.”
She rose and quickly dressed.
A minute later Rogers heard her heels clicking down the steps.
When he turned back to look into the bedroom, Quentin had finished his joint and lay stretched out on the bed. A few moments later the snores reached Rogers.
I could go in and kill him right now. But what would be the point? I need to know more. So he’s more valuable to me alive than dead.
This is truly your lucky day, Josh. You got laid and you get to live.
He waited until he heard the car start up outside and then made his way back down the stairs and out the rear door. A few minutes later he was sitting in his van and staring down at the photos he’d taken.
Suzanne Davis.
He put that name in a search and added Chris Ballard to it.
He got many hits on Ballard, but nothing on anyone named Suzanne Davis who seemed to have a connection to him.
He next searched Josh Quentin. Lots of hits came up, but none that he wanted.
For a guy on the fast track, there was nothing about him out there.
But he would find Claire Jericho.
For Rogers, there was no Plan B.
Chapter
28
I’M NOT SURE what to make of that.”
Knox looked over at Puller, who was staring out the windshield of his Malibu.
They were still parked in Vincent DiRenzo’s driveway.
“Did you hear me, Puller?”
“I heard you.”
“The guy basically said he was stonewalled on looking into the serial murders in Williamsburg.”
Puller stayed quiet.
“Do you think he was telling the truth?”
Puller slid the car into gear. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to check into it, have I?”
He pulled out of the driveway and pointed them on a route that would take them back to eastern Virginia.
“Why does it seem like this case is getting muddier the more we step into it?” said Knox.
“Maybe it was designed that way.”
She shot him a glance. “Designed? What do you mean by that?”
Puller just stared out the window.
She glared at him. “Are you officially shutting down on me? Do I have to talk to myself all the way back?”
“You can do what you want, Knox. No one’s stopping you. You always do what you want, right?”
She gazed at him stonily before saying, “You just keep piling on the insinuations, don’t you?”
“Is that what you call them?”
“What do you call them?”
“I don’t have to call them anything. I’ve got a case to investigate.”
Peckham shook his head. “Don’t think so. Way the bodies were disposed of, the guy wanted them to be found.”
“So you’re sure it was a man?” asked Knox.
“Four women murdered? Pretty sure it was a guy.”
“The women weren’t sexually assaulted,” pointed out Knox.
Lorne shook his head. “But they were beaten to death, or strangled, or their throats were cut. Now, granted, a woman could have cut a throat, but the beating and strangling, that’s a guy’s fingerprint.”