Ten minutes after Jamilla left to catch her plane back to San Francisco, Kyle appeared at my desk. He looked like a rumpled1, tweedy, forty-something professor who had just emerged from his library carrel after days of researching a scholarly piece for the criminal justice journals.
‘You crack the code?’ I asked him. ‘If you did, can I get a flight out of here tonight? I’m catching2 hell at home for being here.’ ‘I didn’t crack a goddamn thing,’ he complained. Then he yawned.
‘My head feels a little cracked. Like there’s a slow leak or something.’
He rubbed his knuckles3 back and forth4 against his skull5.
‘You believe in new age vampires6 yet?’I asked.’Role-players?’ He gave me one of his crooked7 little half-smiles. ‘Oh, I always believed in vampires. Ever since I was a boy in Virginia and then North Carolina. Vampires, ghosts, zombies, other diabolical8 creatures of the night. Southerners believe in such things. It’s our Gothic heritage, I suppose. Actually, ghosts are more our specialty9. I definitely believe in ghosts. I wish this was only a ghost story.’
‘Maybe it is. I saw a ghost the other night. Her name was Mary Alice Richardson. These bastards10 hung and murdered her during one of their pleasure rests.’
Around nine, Kyle and I finally left the station house in Brentwood to get some grub and maybe a few beers. I was pleased to have some time with him. Bad thoughts were buzzing in my head: disconnected
feelings, suspicions, and general paranoia11 about the case. And, of course, there was always the Mastermind to worry about. He might call, or send a fax, or email.
We stopped at a small bar called The Knoll12 on the way back to the hotel. It looked like a quiet place to have a drink and talk. Kyle and I often did this when we were on the road together. ‘So how are you doing, Alex?’ Kyle asked after he’d taken a sip13 of Anchor Steam. ‘You all right? Holding up so far? I know you don’t like being away from Nana and the kids. I’m sorry about that. Can’t be helped. This is a big case.’
I was too tired to argue with him. ‘In the words of Tiger Woods, “I didn’t have my A game today.” I’m a little stumped14, Kyle. This is all new and all bad.’
He nodded and said, ‘I don’t mean today. Overall. In general. On balance. How the hell are you doing? You seem tense to me. We’ve all been noticing it, Alex. You don’t volunteer much at St Anthony’s anymore. Little things like that.’
I looked at him, studied his intense, brown eyes. He was a friend, but Kyle was also a calculating man. He wanted something. What was he after? What thoughts were going through his mind? ‘On balance, I’m totally fucked. No, I’m okay. I’m happy with the way the kids are doing. Little Alex is the best antidote15 for anything. Damon and Jannie are doing fine. I still miss Christine, I miss her a lot. I’m troubled about how much time I spend investigating the sickest, most fucked-up crimes that anyone can conjure16 up. Other than that, I’m just fine.’
Kyle said,’You’re in demand because you’re good at this. That’s just the way it is. Your instincts, your emotional IQ/ something sets you apart from the other cops.’
‘Maybe I’d rather not be so good anymore. Maybe I’m not. The murder cases have affected17 every aspect of my life. I’m afraid they’re changing who I am. Tell me about Betsey Cavalierre. Anything on the case? There must be something.’
Kyle shook his head. His eyes showed concern. ‘There’s absolutely nothing on her murder, Alex. Nothing on the Mastermind either. That prick18 still calling you any time of day or night?’
‘Yeah. He never mentions Betsey or her murder anymore.’
‘We could set up another trace on your phones. I’ll do that for you.’
‘It won’t do any good.’
Kyle continued to look deep into my eyes. I sensed he was concerned, but it was hard to tell with him. ‘You think he might be watching you? Following you?’
I shook my head. ‘Sometimes I get that feeling, yeah. Let me ask you something, since I have you here. Why do you keep pulling me into these messed-up cases, Kyle? We worked Casanova down in Durham, the Dunne and Goldberg kidnapping, the bank robberies. Now this piece of shit.’
Kyle didn’t hesitate to spell it out.’You’re the best I know, Alex.Your instincts are almost always on target. You give these investigations19 the best shot they could get. Sometimes you solve them, sometimes not, but you’re always close. Why don’t you come join us at the Bureau? I’m serious, and yes, this ;s an offer.’ There it was, Kyle’s agenda for the meeting. He wanted me at Quantico with him.
I roared with laughter, and then he did too.’To tell you the truth, I don’t feel close on this one, Kyle. I feel lost,’ I finally admitted.‘It’s still early in the game,’ he said. ‘The offer stands, win or lose out here. I want you to come to Quantico. I want you working close to me. There’s nothing that would make me happier.
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