Текст книги "Personal Justice"

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Chapter 43

Thursday, 7:20 p.m.

JAKE FINISHED WIPING down the Firebird, pulled it into the garage, and shut the overhead door. He didn’t like to leave his baby outside overnight; you never know what the weather would be like.

He went through the door into the kitchen and found Annie at the table helping Matty with his homework. They were working on some math problems, and Annie was showing him how to figure out the answer without the aid of a calculator.

“I’m exercising my brain,” Matty said. “Mom says it’s important, and I guess she’s right. It’s a lot harder, though.”

“Your mother’s right,” Jake said.

Matty yawned and faked a pout. “Are we done yet?”

“Just a few more,” his mother said.

“How many’s a few?”

Annie laughed. “Do three more. If you get them right then you can watch TV.”

Matty sighed, his shoulders slumping, and chewed on the end of a pencil as he attacked the next problem.

The doorbell rang and Jake went to the door. It was Hank. “I’m on my way home,” the cop said. “Thought I would drop by and see what’s going on with you two.”

“Annie and Matty are in the kitchen. Come on in,” Jake said.

Hank followed Jake in, greeted Annie, and gave Matty a fist bump. “What’re you working on there?”

“It’s math,” Matty said. “Boring stuff.”

“Sure it’s boring,” Hank said. “But when you need it, it can be fun.”

Matty dropped the pencil and looked at Hank. “Fun? How?”

Hank laughed. “Okay. Maybe not fun, but useful.”

Matty sighed and went back to work.

“Anything new with you guys?” Hank asked, looking back and forth between Jake and Annie.

“Not a lot,” Jake said, as he sat. “My ribs are feeling better.” He touched his side and twisted in his seat to prove it. “I might be a little stiff in the morning, but I think I’ll live.”

“Can’t say as much for Rocky Shaft. He’s still in pain.” Hank grinned. “Oh, by the way, we arrested him. Charged him with first degree murder in the death of Michael Norton.”

The Lincolns listened intently as Hank described the assault on Lisa and the discovery of the rope and blood in Shaft’s vehicle.

“So that’s it?” Annie asked. “You have it wrapped up?”

“Not quite,” Hank said. “We still have nothing on him in the murder of his brother. It still looks like Norton killed Werner Shaft. I’m presuming Rocky Shaft then killed Norton in revenge.”

“It’s all too neatly wrapped up,” Jake said, shaking his head. “I’m not so convinced Shaft is dumb enough to leave such damning evidence laying around.”

“Frankly, I’m not convinced either,” Hank said. “But we have no choice other than to follow the evidence.”

Matty listened intently, twiddling the pencil between his fingers. “Did you catch a bad guy, Uncle Hank?”

Hank chuckled. “It looks like it, Matty.”

Annie leaned forward. “Matty, finish your homework, please.” She turned to the cop. “Hank, I went to see Sharon Stipple today. That’s the Norton’s next door neighbor. I showed her a photo of Werner Shaft. She told me she saw him having a beer with Norton in their back yard.”

Matty’s head was down, his homework forgotten as his wide eyes peeked up.

“We always assumed there was more to their relationship than their wives let on,” Hank said. “It doesn’t prove anything.”

“It proves somebody’s lying,” Jake said. “If they lie about one thing, we can’t believe much else they say.”

“And what about the money?” Annie asked. “Any luck in finding that?”

Hank shook his head. “Rocky Shaft still denies all knowledge of it, and the other two are dead. It might never show up.” Hank sat back and crossed his arms. “We had a tail on him until he was arrested, and he never made a suspicious move. And when they searched Shaft’s apartment downstairs, nothing of interest showed up. No money. No weapons. Nothing.”

“Just in his truck,” Jake added.

“So if what you assume is true, and there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Hank said. “Who framed Shaft?”

“Maria Shaft? Maybe Tammy Norton, or how about the guy who cracked Shaft’s ribs?” Jake touched his side. “And almost cracked mine.”

“Stanley Asher,” Hank said. “Nope. He’s got a solid alibi for both murders.”

“You’ve ruled out the drug dealers, Hank?” Annie asked.

“Not a hundred per cent. But I can’t find anything on them.”

“I assume you still haven’t located Norton’s car,” Jake said.

“Nope. When Shaft killed Norton—or whoever did, he disposed of it somewhere. So far it’s eluded us.”

“Something doesn’t add up,” Annie said. “If Shaft killed Norton, why’d he tie him up first? Why not shoot him on the spot?”

“He had to have been holding him for a while,” Hank said.

“Why?”

Hank thought a moment. “Maybe so he could frame Norton for the murder of Werner Shaft before he killed him.”

“If that’s correct,” Jake said. “And Rocky Shaft is smart enough to do all that, then his last stupid move was to leave evidence in his truck? Makes no sense to me.”

Hank chuckled. “Seems like we’ve been over all this before, and yet the evidence circles back to Rocky Shaft. Don’t forget, he’s hotheaded, and he was stupid enough to assault Lisa Krunk. Perhaps his anger got the better of him more than once.”

“Good point,” Jake said, but he wasn’t so sure.

Hank yawned and stood. “I guess I’ll get going. I want to drop by and see Amelia for a while, and then get to bed early. It’s been a long day.”

“See you later, Uncle Hank.”

“Later, Matty.”

Jake stood, saw Hank to the door, watched until the cop drove away, and then went back to the kitchen.

“Do you think this case is wrapped up?” Annie asked Jake, as he sat at the table.

“I have my doubts.”

“Me too.”

Chapter 44

DAY 5 – Friday, 8:40 a.m.

ANNIE HUSTLED MATTY off to school, cleaned up the kitchen, and went into the living room to enjoy her second cup of coffee for the day.

She heard the Firebird roar in the garage and the overhead door whined open. Jake was off to get something done to his car—she wasn’t sure what it was and didn’t ask. The house was all hers for now and she intended to catch up on some reading.

She settled into the armchair, curling her legs underneath, picked up her book from the stand beside her chair, and opened it at the bookmark.

Lately she had been delving into the world of crime scene investigation, studying one of the many books on law enforcement that filled the bulging bookcase beside the fireplace.

Before she could finish the first page, her cell phone rang. She tucked the bookmark back in, put the book in her lap, and looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.

She answered the phone. It was Tammy Norton returning her earlier call.

“I want to drop by your house if possible,” Annie said. “I’d like to talk to you regarding Rocky Shaft.”

Tammy hesitated. “How about right now? I don’t have to be at work until this afternoon.”

Annie told her she’d be there shortly and hung up. She had some pointed questions to ask, and was sure Tammy knew more about Rocky Shaft’s involvement than she let on. Perhaps Tammy feared for her safety, but now that Shaft was arrested and almost certain to be convicted, her worries should be over.

She got her handbag and car keys from the kitchen, propped a note for Jake against the coffee pot, and hurried out to her car.

A few minutes later, she pulled to the curb in front of the Norton house and got out. She wondered who was responsible for taking care of the upkeep of this rundown property. It looked like it needed a thorough makeover.

Tammy’s Ford Probe wasn’t parked in its usual spot in the driveway. Annie assumed it was in the single-car garage attached to one side of the house.

She went up the pathway to the front porch and rang the bell. In a moment, Tammy opened the door, a pleasant smile on her face, and invited her in.

Annie stepped inside, followed the woman, and took a seat on the couch, laying her handbag beside her. She watched as Tammy sat in the armchair, leaning forward slightly, her hands in her lap.

Annie spoke. “How’re you making out? I know this has been hard on you.”

Tammy sighed. “Very hard, but I think I’ll be okay.” Her eyes roved around the room. “This place seems so empty without him, though.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Annie said. “If you need anything you can always call me. Even just to talk.”

“Thank you,” Tammy said. “I might take you up on that. Things do get rather lonely sometimes. Especially lately.” She sighed deeply and lowered her head. “I only wish things could’ve been different.”

Annie looked at the young widow and felt compassion. It was always hard to find the right words at a time like this.

Dispensing with more small talk, Annie said, “I don’t know if you’ve heard. Rocky Shaft was arrested last night.”

Tammy caught her breath. “I hadn’t heard.” She narrowed her eyes. “He killed my husband. I know that. Is that what he was arrested for?”

Annie nodded. “They found some evidence. Enough to charge him with first degree murder.”

“That’s a relief,” Tammy said. “I don’t know why it took them so long, but I’ll be glad when it’s all over. It’s been a nightmare, that’s for sure.”

Annie smiled and looked at her handbag. Her cell phone was ringing. She smiled weakly at Tammy. “I should take this,” she said. She removed her cell from her bag and looked at the caller ID.

It was Geekly. In order for him to call back so soon he must have some good news for her.

“Hi, Jeremiah,” Annie said. “I’ve been expecting your call.”

“Greetings, Annie,” he said. “It’s good to talk to you again. How’s Jake?”

“Jake’s doing good.” She looked at Tammy. “I’m with someone right now so I don’t have a lot of time to talk. I’ll make sure to call you later.” She paused. “Give me a quick rundown of what you found.”

“Will do,” Geekly said. “I had a chance to go over the stuff you sent me this morning and I have some interesting data to share.”

“I assumed that.”

“It’s a good thing you labeled all the files,” Geekly said. “It helped me keep everything straight.”

Annie held up a finger toward Tammy and whispered, “I’ll only be a minute.” She spoke into the phone. “What did you find?”

“I think the most important thing is the recording of the phone call from Michael Norton to you.”

“Yes.”

“I know you only wanted me to analyze it for background sounds, but I noticed something peculiar.”

“Spill it out, Geekly,” Annie said.

“I did hear a background sound. It seemed to be a dog barking.”

“A dog? I didn’t hear a dog on the recording, and I played the call back several times,” Annie said.

“It was faint and it took me some time to isolate it. But it didn’t sound right. It sounded to me like a voice changer was being used. A voice changer can alter the pitch and timbre of the user’s voice to either make them sound like someone else or to disguise their voice and perform changes in real-time. So I adjusted the tone, pitch, and timbre of the recording using special software until the bark sounded normal.”

“And?”

“And I ended up with a totally different voice.”

Annie gasped.

“I got curious, so I compared acoustic patterns and speaking style using a series of verification processes and pattern matching algorithms and found a conclusive match on one of the other recordings in the folder you sent me.”

“Yes?”

“The voice on the recording matched the file named, Tammy Norton.”

Annie swallowed hard, finding it difficult to breathe. “Thanks, Geekly. That’s all I need for now.” She paused and thought quickly. “Let Jake know the news.” She hung up the phone slowly. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her throat was dry, and her hands trembled.

The truth was hitting her, and hitting her hard. If the phone call wasn’t from Michael Norton, but rather from Tammy, then everything on the call was a lie. Everything was staged for her benefit. There could only be one reason for the deception—to throw suspicion onto Rocky Shaft.

And away from Tammy Norton.

That meant Tammy was aware of the robbery and might even have been part of it.

And that meant Tammy Norton might’ve killed either her own husband, or Werner Shaft—or both. It was the only thing that fit.

She was sure now. Tammy Norton killed Werner Shaft, framed her own husband for the murder, then killed him and framed Rocky Shaft. It was foolproof except for one thing. Tammy didn’t know Lincoln Investigations recorded all phone calls in and out of the office landline.

Tammy eyed her curiously. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes. Everything is fine,” Annie said, faking a smile.

“You don’t look so good.”

“May I use your washroom?” Annie asked. She had to get away and call 9-1-1. She couldn’t do it in front of Tammy. The telltale tone of the emergency phone number would be recognized by anyone.

Tammy motioned toward the hallway. “Down there. Second door on your left.”

Annie tucked her cell phone into her handbag, picked up the bag, and stood. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

She hurried in the direction Tammy indicated, opening the second door. She stopped short and frowned. It was a bedroom. Had Tammy suggested she use a washroom in the master bedroom? She took a step inside and stopped. Surely she heard wrong. There must be another washroom.

She stepped back into the hallway, spun around, and stared open-mouthed into the muzzle of a pistol pointed toward her head, Tammy Norton’s leering face directly behind.

Chapter 45

Friday, 9:29 a.m.

ANNIE GLARED into Tammy Norton’s eyes—eyes as cold as the steel gripped in the killer’s hand. The woman handled the gun expertly; it was obvious she’d done this before. She was a killer, and would have no hesitation to kill again.

“You know, don’t you?” Tammy said, her voice unemotional and lifeless.

“Know what?”

Tammy sneered. “Don’t pretend to be stupid. I heard the phone call and I know what you talked about. It’s unfortunate for you that you got involved in all this.”

Annie raised her chin and remained silent as she fought to still the trembling inside.

“Why didn’t you just leave it alone?” Tammy’s brow tightened. “Why’d you have to push it when you already had your killer?”

Annie matched the woman’s gaze, remaining quiet and unmoving. Finally, she spoke. “I wasn’t convinced.”

“The police are convinced. Rocky Shaft killed my husband and the evidence against him is overwhelming. I made sure of that.”

“Yes, you did,” Annie said. Her eyes moved to the weapon, and then back to the killer’s face. “It was brilliant, a perfect plan, until you called me pretending to be your husband.”

“That should’ve worked. In fact it did work. It had you all fooled, but sadly, I never thought you might record the call.” Tammy shook her head, her lips tight. “That was my only mistake, but it’s still something I can overcome.”

“The police will figure it out eventually,” Annie said. “And Jake will too. And when he does, he’ll track you down like a dog and you’ll be finished.”

Tammy gave a short laugh. “Perhaps he will, but we won’t be around if he does.”

“Where are we going?”

Another short laugh, then, “You’ll see. I’ll come up with a plan. Something to cover me.” She laughed out loud. “I can either frame you, or make you disappear forever. Or both.”

“You tried that already,” Annie said. “With Punky Brown.”

Tammy sighed deeply. “Punky Brown. That was my last dumb move.” She chuckled. “Hiring a punk to take care of something I should’ve done myself. After that fiasco, I made it my resolve to do my own killing in the future.”

“The police have the recording.”

“But they won’t have me.” Tammy smiled with her lips but the ice remained in her eyes. “And if you disappear as well, who’s going to know the truth?”

“You might kill me, but they’ll find you.”

Tammy’s eyes glimmered. “I have half a million to keep me company and keep me hidden for a good long time. It’s not hard to buy a new identity and start a fresh life elsewhere. It’s a big country.”

“It’s greed that got you into this and it’s greed that’ll get you caught. You have the robbery money, don’t you?”

Tammy drew herself up and sneered. “Of course. Who do you think ran the whole show?” She rolled her eyes. “Do you think I would trust those bozos to do what only I could do?”

“So you double-crossed them. You used them to do your job for you, then killed them because the money got to you.”

Tammy shrugged. “I got tired of waiting, and frankly, I got tired of them.” Her eyes glazed and she motioned with the pistol. “Enough talk. Time to go.”

Annie didn’t move. “What about Rocky Shaft? He knows what you did.”

Tammy laughed, long and hard. “Rocky Shaft knows nothing. The poor sap was in the right place at the right time to fall neatly into my plans.” Tammy’s face grew cold and her eyes tightened. “After I got rid of his brother, the idiot came to me with some story about his brother and my husband committing a robbery. He wanted to cash in on his brother’s share. He didn’t know I was the boss and I didn’t tell him. But that’s when I saw him as the perfect patsy.” She shrugged and grinned. “And my plan evolved from there.”

Annie knew she was up against a cold-blooded killer who would do whatever it took to get what she wanted. Annie also knew she had some time to come up with a plan of her own. The killer wasn’t going to shoot her here. That wouldn’t fit in with her scheme to make Annie disappear and make a clean getaway.

“It’s time to go,” the killer said, waving the gun again. “Back up. Into the kitchen.”

Annie adjusted her handbag, turned slowly, walked down the short hall, and into the kitchen. She stopped and waited, trying desperately to come up with some means of escape.

The back door was dead ahead. Maybe she could make a run for it. She looked to her left. The kitchen circled back around to the living room. Could she take a chance? She shuddered at the thought of a bullet entering her back as she run. No. That wasn’t the answer.

“You don’t need this anymore,” Tammy said, pulling the handbag from Annie’s shoulder. Annie turned her head and watched as the woman dug around inside the handbag, removed her cell phone and car keys, and handed the bag back. “We can’t leave this lying around, can we? You’d better take it with you.”

Annie put the bag over her shoulder, her mind still in turmoil as she tried to devise a way out.

Tammy took a step back, kept one eye on Annie, and fiddled with the cell phone with her free hand. “There,” she said at last, holding up the phone. “Just in case you’re wondering, I turned off the GPS. Unfortunately, I’ll have to discard this thing once we get out of here.”

“Where are we going?” Annie asked.

“You’ll see.” Tammy backed to the counter, picked up a key ring, then moved back and opened a door. She waved the pistol. “In there.”

Annie turned and looked through the doorway leading into the garage. Tammy’s dark-blue Ford Probe was parked inside. The barrel of the pistol pressed into her back as Tammy prodded at her from behind. A beep sounded as she stepped into the garage and the trunk lid of the Ford popped open.

Annie considered swinging her handbag in an attempt to catch Tammy unawares and maybe disarm her. The killer would be nothing to handle without her weapon, but the woman seemed to be quite capable with it. It was a dangerous plan, and Annie decided to wait for a more opportune moment.

“Get in the trunk,” Tammy said, standing well back and motioning toward the vehicle.

Annie looked at the open trunk, glanced across the darkened room toward a door leading to the outside and freedom, and hesitated.

“Get in,” the killer repeated. “You won’t get away through there. I’m an expert shot and you wouldn’t get halfway to the door before I kill you.”

Annie crossed her arms and glared at Tammy. “Where are you taking me?”

Tammy’s eyes narrowed, a sneer appeared on her lips, and she thrust the gun two inches closer. “In.”

Annie gave her captor a black look, then climbed into the trunk, turned onto her back, and lay still. Tammy’s smug face disappeared from her view as the trunk lid slammed, leaving Annie in total darkness.

Chapter 46

Friday, 10:11 a.m.

WHEN JAKE ARRIVED home, he was surprised Annie’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He knew she called had Tammy Norton earlier, requesting an interview, and he assumed that’s where she was.

He pulled the Firebird into the garage and revved the engine a couple of times before turning the key off. He went into the house, peeked into the office, then dug out his iPhone and sent her a text message: “Home now. Miss you.”

When he didn’t get a return message, he assumed she was deep into the interview. The text tone sounded on the phone as he was pushing it back into his pocket. It was Annie: “Miss you too. See you soon.”

He wandered into the kitchen to find something to soothe his growling stomach and saw a note from Annie propped up against the coffee pot. She was at Tammy’s. No surprise.

He made a cup of coffee, found a leftover chicken drumstick in the fridge, and sat at the table, enjoying his snack and sipping coffee.

When he finished, he put the dishes in the sink and looked at his watch. Unless something else came up, Annie should be on her way home now. He called her number and it rang several times before going to voice mail. She was probably on the road. His wife was a stickler for not talking on her cell while driving. It was a habit he had yet to break.

After a few more minutes, he tried her number again. There was still no answer and he began to be concerned. This wasn’t like Annie.

Jake booted up the “Find My iPhone” app but Annie’s cell location didn’t show up. He frowned at his phone. Something didn’t make sense. Why would she turn the GPS off?

He stood and paced the floor when another call went unanswered. Something was wrong.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID, hoping it was Annie.

It wasn’t. It was Geekly.

“I can’t talk now,” Jake said, answering the phone. “I’m trying to find Annie.”

“That’s why I’m calling,” Geekly said. “I talked to her a little while ago and gave her some interesting news regarding the file she sent me.” He paused. “But something she said bothered me, and I started thinking about it. Before she hung up, she said, ‘Let Jake know the news.’ It didn’t make a lot of sense at the time, but in hindsight, she seemed a little nervous on the phone. I thought I’d better call you.”

Jake stopped pacing. “Where was she at the time?”

“I don’t know. She said she was with somebody.”

“Yeah, she was with a woman named Tammy Norton,” Jake said. “But I can’t reach her on the phone.”

“Tammy Norton?” Geekly said. “That’s strange.”

“In what way?”

“I gave Annie all the technical details, but the gist of it is, when I dissected the call from a guy called Michael Norton, it turned out to be Tammy Norton’s voice disguised as his.”

Jake sprang to his feet. “Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely. I’ll explain it to you if you want.”

“No. Never mind. I’m sure you’re right.” Jake took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed and unfocused. Annie wasn’t answering her phone, and Tammy Norton wasn’t the innocent victim she claimed to be. That could only mean one thing.

Annie might be in danger.

“I have to go, Geekly,” Jake said suddenly. “Annie’s in some trouble. I’ll call you.” He hung up and ran into the office. He leafed through Annie’s notes, found Tammy Norton’s phone number, and dialed. He paced uneasily and waited, but there was no answer.

He dialed Hank’s number, ran to the kitchen for his car keys, and was in the garage before the cop answered the phone. “Annie’s in trouble,” he said into the phone as he jumped in the car and started the engine. He gave Hank a quick version of the story while he waited impatiently for the garage door to open.

“I’ll send a pair of cruisers immediately and meet you there,” Hank said. “But don’t go near the house until the officers get there.”

“I’ll be careful,” Jake said, and hung up.

The Firebird roared from the garage and spun onto the street. He didn’t know what he would find at the Norton house—maybe nothing at all, but he was determined to find out ASAP.

As he neared the house, he expected to see Annie’s vehicle parked at the road. It wasn’t there.

He pulled into the empty driveway, raced from the vehicle, and went to the side of the garage. He peeked through a small window in the outside door. His heart jumped when he saw Annie’s vehicle inside. That was a dead giveaway. Something was definitely wrong.

It was a single car garage, and Tammy Norton’s dark-blue Ford was nowhere to be seen. Tammy was gone. But where was his wife?

He hurried to the front door and banged furiously as two police cruisers pulled to the curb. Four officers streamed from the vehicles. Jake knew what their instructions would be. Enter the premises by force, if necessary, find Annie, and apprehend Tammy Norton.

As two officers ran to the back of the building, Jake stepped away from the front door as the other two cops raced to the front porch.

“Police. Open the door.”

The door remained closed, and then burst inward as the second cop hit it with a battering ram. The officers moved in cautiously, their weapons drawn, ready to bring them into use at a moment’s notice.

Jake turned as Hank pulled into the driveway behind the Firebird and jumped out. “Is she here?” Hank called.

“It doesn’t look like it.” Jake shook his head grimly. “The officers are inside, but I think both women are gone.”

“Stay back,” Hank said, as he drew his handgun and stepped into the house.

Jake followed Hank and stood in the foyer. The officers were busy, clearing the house, room by room. Before long they approached Hank. “No one’s here,” one of the cops said. “And there’s no sign of a struggle.”

Hank’s face was grim as he pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll get a BOLO out on Tammy Norton’s car immediately.”

Jake raced frantically around the rooms, through the kitchen, the living room, and finally to the garage. He pulled on the door handle of Annie’s car. It was unlocked, and the keys were in the ignition. He checked on the floor, the back seat, and the front seat, but nothing appeared to be out of place.

As far as he could tell, Tammy Norton had kidnapped his wife. He had to do whatever it took to find Annie. He prayed she was still alive.

If what he assumed about Tammy was correct—that she was a cold-blooded killer, he knew there would be no negotiations, no ransom, and no mercy shown.