He just shrugged, but Simon knew. He walked round to face Yale, reached out, and clenched Yale’s neck. “He’s talking about Leonard. Tell me where he is. You know that that little boy is Caitlin’s nephew.”
Yale looked at him in surprise and then nodded. “I figured you wouldn’t care. I mean you hate the whole family.”
“That little boy didn’t do anything to anybody. Things would go a lot easier on you if you help the police find that little boy.”
“If you’re here, and my brother has been picked up, it’s already too late.”
“Has he done all the killing for you?”
Yale looked at him, pleading with tears in his eyes. “I didn’t want them to die,” he said. “I just wanted to love them.”
“Address,” Kate barked. As she led him over to the police car, she asked again. “What’s the address?”
Yale shrugged.
Simon said, “Don’t do this, Yale. Tell us.”
He gave the address and said, “In the basement.”
She nodded, and two cops grabbed him. “Get him downtown. We’re heading over to the address he gave us.” Simon raced to her side. She looked at him and said, “I can’t let you come.”
“No way in hell I’m not coming,” he said, and he got in the back seat of her cruiser, wincing at the pull on his shoulder. But, if he said anything, it would just be more ammunition to stop him from coming. Whoever the other cop was got into the passenger side, and she tore off.
The cop just looked at her. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Fine,” she said. “You push him out of the car.”
He gave a snort and settled back.
Simon knew he didn’t belong here, but he wanted an end to it. All of it.
“I didn’t know, Kate,” Simon said. “I didn’t know.”
“Know what?” she asked him, looking at him through the rearview mirror.
“That Yale was a pedophile and right in the middle of this,” he said, his voice soft. “I didn’t know.”
Chapter 26
Kate believed Simon,but she didn’t know about her partner. But anybody who’d been abused as a child would understand how absolutely unacceptable it was to be around anybody who thought it was okay to do the same. She turned onto the street where the address was. “Whose house is this anyway?”
“It’s Yale’s,” Rodney said. “The siblings all got one from the trust fund.”
Simon snorted. Yale had never been short of money.
“How come the sister lives in a big fancy house like this,” Kate asked, “and the brother Yale does too. But that one called York doesn’t?”
“They had to sell his to pay for his legal defense, when he got caught as a pedophile,” Rodney said, reading the note off his phone. “That makes sense. The other two never got caught, so they still hold their own assets.”
She pulled up front and shut off the headlights. It was dark out. “You stay in the vehicle,” she said to Simon, behind her. He just nodded. She glared. “I mean it. We’re here with guns, and, with a child in danger, we’re not checking too closely who it is we’re firing on.”
He just gave her the same blank look back.
Frustrated, she hopped out and closed the door quietly. She looked over at Rodney. “Did you call for backup?”
“Already did,” he said.
She approached the gate and studied it for a long moment. It was locked, and a wrought iron fence went all the way around. She checked to see if it was electrified, but it wasn’t. Rodney went to a big brick corner post and quickly climbed it and jumped into the main part of the front yard. She followed suit. Rodney raced around to the back, and she went up to the front. No sign of life inside. It was a big brick mansion, similar in age to Nico’s they had found in Richmond. But a very different layout, and it was completely black inside.