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The Dying Game. Beverly Barton
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isbn 9780786043316
Автор произведения Beverly Barton
Издательство Ingram
Lindsay turned on the shower, then gathered up a couple of towels and a washcloth. After placing the towels on the mat outside the ceramic-tiled shower unit, she stepped beneath the warm water and quickly lathered her short hair.
Some people assumed that because she not only worked closely with the big man himself but she was the only Powell agent who lived in Griff’s home, the two were lovers. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Through their years together—each of them having their own agenda for being obsessed with the beauty queen murders—she and Griff had formed a bond of friendship. He had become more like a protective big brother than anything else.
Stepping out of the shower, Lindsay towel-dried her short, curly hair and hurried through her daily morning routine. She was a low-maintenance kind of woman. Short hair, short nails, a little blush on her cheeks, light lip gloss, and a whiff of fresh linen body spray. On her downtime, she dressed for comfort. On the job she preferred a casual look—slacks, shirt, and jacket, all in neutral shades. Her only jewelry, other than a sensible Fossil wristwatch, was a pair of diamond ear studs. A Christmas present from Griff.
After dressing hurriedly, Lindsay ran down the backstairs that led to the massive kitchen. Sanders stood behind the granite-topped bar, a glass coffeepot in his meaty hand. Griffin Powell, his unbuttoned overcoat hanging apart to reveal his rumpled white shirt and tuxedo, halted in the doorway leading into the kitchen from the mudroom, and wiped his snow-smeared dress shoes off on a sturdy floor mat.
Lindsay paused on the bottom step as her gaze zipped from Sanders to Griff. A silent understanding passed between her and her boss. They were both thinking the same thing—how will this affect Judd?
“Do you want me to call him?” she asked.
Griff shook his head. “I’ve already tried. Both his home phone and cell phone are no longer in service.”
Lindsay groaned. “I’m not surprised.”
“Neither am I.” Griff shook the snow from his short, platinum-blond hair, then removed his overcoat and tossed it over a nearby kitchen chair. “The last time I saw him, he was just one step away from being a mad hermit.”
“Will you try again to contact him or—?”
“Why don’t you drive down there this morning and see what you find,” Griff said. “If he’s even halfway sane, tell him what’s happened, stay with him and try to keep him in line as much as possible.”
The thought of seeing Judd again—how long had it been, six months?—rattled Lindsay’s nerves. When the Beauty Queen Killer struck three months ago, right before Thanksgiving, she had begged off working with Judd. And knowing their past history, Griff had allowed her one free pass. Apparently she wasn’t due another.
“And if I’d prefer not to work with Judd, not to see him…?”
Sanders cleared his throat. “Either of you want breakfast?”
“No,” they both said simultaneously.
Sanders placed the coffeepot back on the hot plate, then without saying a word, walked out of the kitchen.
“You can’t avoid him forever,” Griff said. “Your life has been Judd Walker-free for six months. You’ve been dating that hotshot young doctor, so I thought maybe you might have finally worked through your personal demons.”
“Getting rid of those personal demons is a work-in-progress.” Lindsay went over to the coffeemaker, lifted the pot from the hot plate, and poured coffee into the two mugs Sanders had placed on the counter.
With filled mugs in hand, she walked across the room and offered one to Griff. He accepted the mug, took a sip of the hot brew and locked his gaze to hers.
“Judd has been one of my best friends for a long time,” Griff said. “If I thought we could save him, I’d move heaven and earth to do it. But Lindsay, honey, you can’t save a man who doesn’t want to be saved. He may be too far gone now. He lives for nothing but revenge. Not justice. Not salvation. Not peace. Just revenge.”
“Then why send me down there to help him, if he can’t be helped?”
“Even if neither of us can save Judd, we’re the only two people left who give a damn about him. No matter what, we need to see this thing through to the end with him. It’s what we both have to do.” He hesitated for a millisecond, then added, “And it’s the only way you’ll ever be completely free.”
Emotion welled up inside Lindsay, feelings she had tried so very hard to keep deeply buried, after she had realized she couldn’t vanquish them altogether. “What if he wants to go to Kentucky and see Gale Ann Cain?”
“I’m flying up to Williamstown later this morning,” Griff said. “I’ll keep you posted on Ms. Cain’s condition. And if Judd is acting like himself enough actually to give a shit about Ms. Cain, then don’t try to stop him from coming to see her. As a matter of fact, drive him straight to the hospital yourself.”
Chapter 2
Last night’s snow had turned into a cold, relentless rain. The windshield wipers on Lindsay’s two-year-old Trailblazer LT swished back and forth at high speed, barely able to keep one step ahead of the heavy downpour. She was at the halfway point between Griff’s home in Knox County and the old hunting lodge in Marion County that had belonged to the Walker family for several generations. She had headed out at nine-thirty this morning, shortly after dropping Griff off at the private airstrip where he kept his personal jet. Actually, it was the company’s jet—Powell Private Security and Investigation Agency—but since Griff was the sole owner, it was a moot point. In good weather, she could easily make the trip in a little over two hours, but with visibility practically nil, she’d be lucky to arrive at her destination in three hours.
Griff had known she didn’t want to see Judd again, yet he’d sent her off on this assignment anyway. She could have questioned him about his decision or even refused, but she’d known Griff long enough to realize he never did anything without a reason.
And that reason would be? she questioned herself.
Maybe it was because Griff knew that if this new Beauty Queen Killer case didn’t snap Judd back to life, from out of that no-man’s-land where he existed, then nothing ever would. Now, with a victim who had actually survived, this was the first real break they’d gotten in tracking down Jennifer Mobley Walker’s killer. If Gale Ann Cain could identify her attacker…
If…if…if…
What if she couldn’t identify the madman who had chopped off both her feet? What if she never came out of the coma? What if she died? Was it fair to build up Judd’s hopes, to make him believe they actually had a shot at finding out who had killed his wife?
As the windshield wipers’ mesmerizing song hummed in rhythm to the drumming raindrops, and the miles along Highway 28 zipped by, Lindsay’s thoughts wandered backward to a day she would never forget—her first case as a brand new homicide detective for the Chattanooga Police Department. She had been partnered with Lt. Dan Blake, a veteran cop who had been her dad’s partner ten years earlier, before her father had been shot down by an escaping felon. Dan had taken her under his wing, guided her through her rise in the CPD, from rookie to detective, and had become like a second father to her.
They had arrived at the house shortly after midnight and took over from the uniformed officers—Marshall and Landers—who’d been first on the scene.
“The call came in from Ms. Walker’s boss, the owner of Archer/Hert Realty. It seems Mr. Walker became concerned when his wife was late coming home and he couldn’t reach her on her cell phone, so he called her boss. Mr. Archer was also unable to contact Ms. Walker on her cell, so he drove out to the house she’d been showing and found—” Officer Landers swallowed hard. “I’ve