We got back to San Francisco at seven in the morning. I didn’t know how Jamilla could drive, but she did just fine. We forced ourselves to talk most of the way back, just to keep awake. We even had a few laughs. I was bone-tired and could barely keep my eyes open. When I finally closed them inside my hotel room, I saw Mary Alice Richardson in her coffin1.
Inspector2 Hughes was drinking coffee at her desk when I arrived at the Hall of Justice at two o’clock that afternoon. She looked fresh and alert. None the worse for wear. She seemed to work as hard as I did on a case, maybe harder. I hoped it was a good thing for her. ‘Don’t you ever sleep?’ I asked as I stopped to talk for a moment. My eyes went to the clutter3 at her work-space. I noticed a photograph of a smiling, very good-looking man propped4 on her desk. I was glad that she had time for a love life at least. It made me think of Christine Johnson, who was now living out here on the West Coast. I felt a stab of rejection5. The love of my life? Not anymore. Unfortunately, not anymore. Christine had left Washington and moved to Seattle. She liked it there a lot, and was teaching school again. Jamilla shrugged6. ‘I woke up around noon, couldn’t get back to sleep. Maybe I’m too tired. The ME in Luis Obispo says he’ll send us a report late today. But listen to this. I just got an e-mail from Quantico. There have been eight murders in California and Nevada that bear some resemblance to the Golden Gate Park ones. Not all of the victims were hung. But they were bitten. The cases go back six years. So far. They’re looking back even further than that.’
‘What cities?’ I asked her.
She glanced down at her notes. ‘Sacramento - our esteemed7 capital. San Diego. Santa Cruz. LasVegas. Lake Tahoe. San Jose. San Francisco. San Luis Obispo. This is so goddamn creepy, Alex. One murder like this would be enough to keep me sleepless8 for a month.’ ‘Plus the murder in Washington,’ I said. ‘I’m going to ask the Bureau to look at the East Coast.’
She grinned sheepishly.’I already did. They’re on it.’
I teased, ‘So what do we do now?’
‘What do cops always do when they wait. We eat doughnuts and drink coffee,’ she said and rolled her dark brown eyes. She had a natural, very attractive beauty, even on just a few hours’ sleep. The two of us had a late breakfast at Roma’s around the corner. We talked about the case, then I asked her about other cases she’d solved. Jamilla had a lot of confidence, but she was also modest about her contributions. I liked that about her. She definitely wasn’t full of herself. When she had finished her omelet and toast, she sat there nervously9 tapping her finger against the table. She had several tics, seemed wired most of the time. I knew she was on the job again. ‘What’s the matter?’ I finally asked. ‘You’re holding something back, aren’t you?’
She nodded. ‘I got a call from KRON-TV. The/re close to doing a story revealing that there have been several murders in California.’ I frowned. ‘How the hell did they find out?’
She shook her head. ‘Who knows? I’m going to give a reporter I know at The Examiner the okay to break the story first.’ ‘Hold on a second,’ I said. ‘You sure about that?’ ‘I’m sure. I trust my friend as much as I trust anybody. He’ll ground the story in reality at least. Now help me figure out if there’s anything we want the killers10 to read in the newspapers. It’s the least my friend can do for us.’
When we got back to the Hall of Justice there was bad news. The killers had struck again.
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