Текст книги "Silent Justice"

Автор книги: Rayven T. Hill

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Chapter 43

Thursday, 2:18 p.m.

JAKE’S PATIENCE looked like it was about to pay off.

He watched from his hiding place in a thick hedge as Virginia Thorburn walked purposefully down the driveway to the sidewalk. She carried a grocery bag in one hand, a handbag in the other. He looked at his watch. It was much too early for her to be heading to work, and nobody takes a stuffed grocery bag out of the house except to deliver something. Jake was pretty sure he knew what the occasion was.

She was going to see Adam.

She cast a quick glance at the unmarked car across the street, waved a hand their way, then stepped onto the sidewalk. She strolled away, casually swinging the bag as if out for an afternoon stroll.

Jake waited until she was fifty feet away before crawling out of the hedge. He walked up the sidewalk keeping pace with her, careful to keep one of the many trees that lined the street between them whenever possible. If Virginia happened to get the slightest glimpse of him, he would be recognized immediately. For Annie’s sake, Jake couldn’t let that happen.

She reached the end of the block, turned around slowly, and gazed his way. He pulled his head back behind a massive tree trunk and waited, daring to peer out a few seconds later.

She had turned at the intersection and was heading up the short street that led from Mill Street to Steel Road. In a moment, she disappeared from sight. Jake stepped out, jogged to the corner, and frowned. She was gone.

Then through his peripheral vision, off to his right, he saw the screen door at the side of the corner house snap shut. He dropped down. That had to be where she’d gone; it was the only way she could’ve vanished so quickly.

Was Adam hiding out in there?

Was Annie in there?

He was going to find out.

He surveyed the house. It looked uninhabited. There were no curtains on the windows, the grass was overgrown, and no lights were visible inside. It was the perfect hiding place, and totally unexpected.

He had visited the house earlier and no one had answered the door, but it was only one of several where no one was home and he hadn’t given it a second thought.

Jake walked boldly to the porch, stepped up, and took a quick glimpse inside the small window in the door. He couldn’t see clearly through the screen, and he craned his neck in both directions. The entranceway appeared to be empty.

He stepped off the porch and circled around to the back of the house. A door exited onto a small deck, a sliding glass door, probably leading to the kitchen. He eased across the wall of the house and moved onto the deck, choosing his steps carefully. The boards were rotting in places, and a wrong step would send a loud warning to anyone in the house.

Jake clung to the wall, inched toward the door, and stopped. He held his breath and peered around carefully.

He pulled back abruptly and let his breath out. Virginia sat at the kitchen table, facing his way. She might have seen him had her view not been blocked by a man who sat at the near end of the table, his back toward the door.

He didn’t see the man’s face, but it had to be Adam. Who else would be hanging around a deserted dwelling? Virginia wouldn’t be making a friendly neighborhood visit to an empty house.

Now Jake had a choice to make. Should he go barging in, or wait for Virginia to leave? And what if one, or both of them, had a weapon? Normally he would dive right in, but he had to think of Annie. He wasn’t sure whether or not she was there, but if so, he couldn’t endanger her. One person, even a raging psychopath, would be easier to handle than two, especially if one of them was a mother who might do whatever it took to protect her son.

Jake made up his mind. He eased off the deck and moved across the lawn to the sidewalk. He stepped behind a tree where a cursory glance now and then would give him a view of the side and back doors at the same time.

He waited and watched.

Finally, the side door opened and Virginia stepped out. She waved a hand, strode to the sidewalk, and rounded the corner. She was heading home again, and Jake was raring to go.

He waited until she was safely out of sight and then moved to the door, opened the screen door as quietly as possible, and twisted the knob. The door was locked from the inside. He stood back and examined the frame. It didn’t look so strong and wouldn’t stand much chance against his wide shoulder and two hundred and ten pounds of muscle behind it.

Jake took a deep breath and lunged forward. The door complained but held. He shook his head, stepped back, and hit the door again. The frame splintered, the door sprung forward, and Jake caught his balance and dove into the house.

“Stand back.”

Jake spun his head. The man at the table was Adam, no doubt, but now he stood in the entrance to the living room holding a pistol gripped in both hands, a maniacal look on his face.

Jake held out a hand, palm out. “You’d better put the gun down, Adam.”

Adam shook his head. “Never.”

“Is my wife here?”

“Who’s your wife?”

“You know who she is. Her name’s Annie.” Jake raised his voice and bellowed, “Annie?”

“I’ll shoot you,” Adam said, his eyes wild, his hands shaking.

Jake looked at the trembling hands of the madman. Adam didn’t look like he would be able to hit a moving target, but Jake wasn’t going to take any chances. He tucked his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look like less of a threat.

“You can leave if you want,” he said. “I only want my wife.”

“Jake,” a muffled voice called and Jake’s heart jumped. It was Annie and she was okay. He looked toward the sound and saw a door, probably leading to the basement. He turned back to Adam, who looked frantically back and forth between the basement door and Jake.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Adam said.

“Thank you,” Jake said, attempting to put the maniac at ease. “You’re not a killer.”

Adam cocked his head and the gun wavered, dropping a couple of inches. Jake dove forward, hitting Adam with a perfect sliding tackle. The gun flew through the air and Adam went down, the breath knocked out of him. The gun bounced on the carpet and lay out of Adam’s reach, no longer a threat.

The fugitive clawed at Jake with both hands in vain. Jake grabbed Adam’s wrists and climbed to his feet, pulling his captive with him, then wrenched the man’s arms behind his back and held him firmly in one massive fist.

“You’re under arrest.”

Adam dropped his head, his rage expended, and remained still.

Jake half-dragged Adam toward the basement door, slid the lock back with his free hand, and pulled the door open. He grinned at Annie as she stepped into the room.

She looked up into his warm brown eyes, and whispered, “I’ve never been so happy to see you.”

Adam twisted his head around and looked at Annie with moist eyes. He spoke in a low, pleading voice. “Make sure you tell them I didn’t hurt you.”

Jake couldn’t understand the compassion on Annie’s face as she looked at the captive with a faint smile and said, “You didn’t harm me.”

She let go of Jake, went to the kitchen, and glanced around. Her handbag lay on the counter, still intact. She dug inside and removed her cell phone. It was undamaged, with the GPS turned off.

“We’d better call the police now,” Jake said.

Chapter 44

Thursday, 3:12 p.m.

HANK WAS THRILLED when he heard about the arrest of Adam Thorburn. He didn’t care who got the credit. He was only thankful another vicious killer had been apprehended.

When the precinct doors opened and Adam was brought in, Hank picked up the evidence folder from his desk and pushed back his chair. He stood to his feet, beckoned to King, and strolled across the precinct. The prisoner’s head was down, his shoulders slumped, his hands cuffed securely behind his back as two officers prodded him across the floor.

Jake and Annie came behind the procession, a wide grin appearing on Jake’s face when Hank approached.

Hank shook Jake’s hand and gave Annie a sideways hug. “Congratulations, guys.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Hank,” Jake said. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s your arrest.”

Annie agreed. “It’s your case—your arrest.”

Detective King wandered over, his hands stuffed in his pockets, and watched without a word as Adam was led down a hallway away from the room. The suspect would be taken to Interview Room One and Hank looked forward to interrogating him.

Hank turned to Jake. “You guys are welcome to watch the interview. We owe you that much.” He looked at King. “You ready?”

King shrugged. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Hank led the way across the floor, down the hallway, and opened a door. He motioned for the Lincolns to enter the room. From there, they could listen to the interview and watch it through a one-way mirror.

He closed the door and opened the next one, and King followed him inside. Adam Thorburn sat on the far side of a small metal table, his head down, his hands cuffed to a secure bar on the tabletop. His eyes turned upward as Hank pulled back a chair, tossed the folder onto the table, and sat down.

King stood and leaned against the wall of the bare room and observed the prisoner. The small room was bleak, with a camera in the corner to record the interview. The one-way mirror was behind Hank.

Adam Thorburn raised his head and looked cautiously at Hank, fear in his eyes, the cufflinks rattling as he wrung his hands.

Hank opened the folder, leafed blankly through the pages, then leaned forward. “You’re going to be charged with two counts of murder, possibly kidnapping, unlawful possession of a firearm, and who knows what else.”

Adam nodded and remained silent.

“Tell me about the murder of Nina White,” Hank said.

Adam breathed rapidly, his body shaking. “I … I don’t remember.” He paused. “I ran over her with a car.”

King rested his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned in. “Why?”

Adam looked up at King and shook his head. “I … I don’t know.”

“Were you in love with her?”

Adam’s brow tightened. “No. Of course not. She was good to me, that’s all.”

“Then why’d you kill her?” King demanded.

Adam shrugged and rubbed his hand together to control the trembling.

“What about Raymond Ronson?” Hank asked. “Why’d you kill him?”

Adam shrugged again. “I … I don’t know why. Sometimes I can’t help myself. I hear voices telling me to do things, and sometimes I don’t remember doing them.”

King raised his voice. “So you’re going to plead temporary insanity. Is that your game?”

“I’m not insane,” Adam said to King, and looked at Hank. “I have schizophrenia.”

“And you’re a psychopath,” King added, straightening his back. “And a sociopath.”

Adam shook uncontrollably. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, he looked fearfully at Hank. “Are you going to lock me up?”

King laughed out loud. “That’s usually what we do with killers. We lock them up forever.”

Hank frowned up at King. Hank wanted the young man to relax and tell them what they needed to know, but King wasn’t helping with his fear-mongering.

“Tell me about Raymond Ronson,” Hank asked, his voice taking on a softer tone.

Adam took a couple of breaths. “Everybody at school knew Mr. Ronson. He liked to talk to the kids and get to know us. He was real friendly.”

Hank leaned in, resting his arms on the table. “So why’d you kill him after all these years?”

Adam hung his head, his voice barely low enough to hear. “I don’t know.”

“What about the third one? The one you told Annie about on the phone?”

Adam raised his head. “I barely remember that one. Some of it came back to me. I remember blood and a knife.”

“Who was the victim, Adam?”

“I … I don’t know. I felt a lot of hatred.”

“Who do you hate, Adam?”

Adam looked bewildered. “I don’t hate anyone.”

“What about the boys who used to bully you at school?”

Adam nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess I hate them. Sometimes.”

“Did you kill one of them, Adam?”

Adam stared blankly at Hank, then his eyes widened and he took a sharp breath. “Maybe.”

“Think,” King shouted, leaning on the desk.

Hank looked at the impatient cop. “You’re not helping. You’re only agitating him.”

King huffed and leaned back against the wall.

Hank touched Adam’s hand. “Was it one of the bullies?”

Adam nodded once, stopped to think, then nodded again. “Yes, it was.” His eyes filled with dread at the thought. “I think I remember now.”

“Do you remember his name?”

The prisoner stared at the ceiling a moment then closed his eyes. Then his eyes popped open and he stared at Hank. “It was Patton. His name’s Paul Patton.” He blinked rapidly. “It was at the grocery store where I work. He’s a stockboy and I knew him from school.” He dropped his head into his hands and moaned.

Hank sat back. It appeared they were finally getting somewhere. He glanced at King, removed a pen from his jacket, and wrote down the name.

“What did you do with the body?”

Adam looked up, tears in his eyes. “I … I put him in the dumpster behind the store.”

That’s why the body had never been found. It was probably long gone, perhaps buried under a mountain of trash in a landfill somewhere.

Adam breathed rapidly, erratically, the tears now escaping from his eyes. He tried to speak, his body shivering, the cuffs rattling as he shook. Through sobs, he managed to say, “There … there’s another one.”

“Another victim?” Hank asked.

Adam nodded furiously, tears dripping off his chin. He dropped his head and wiped them away with a cuffed hand. “I can remember some of it now, too. It happened this morning.”

“Tell me about it.” Hank was shocked, but he kept his voice soft, encouraging the young man to continue.

“Richdale Pizza.”

Hank waited until Adam recovered enough to continue.

“Ira Toddle.”

“Was he a bully too?”

“Yes,” Adam whispered. “He was.”

Hank wrote the name down before asking, “He worked at Richdale Pizza?”

Adam nodded.

“Where did you kill him?”

Adam could barely speak. “Behind the store. I … I shot him. In the face.”

“Where’s the body?”

“I hid it behind a parked car.”

Hank spoke in a low voice. “Were there any more, Adam?”

Adam shook his head. “That’s all. I’m pretty sure.” He raised his eyes toward Hank, pleading, “Please help me.”

“We’ll get you some help.” Hank closed the folder, picked it up, then looked over at King. “That’s enough for now. We’d better check out these bodies and continue from there.”

King nodded, bounced off the wall, opened the door, and Hank followed him out. King wandered back to the precinct while Hank stepped into the next room.

Jake and Annie turned toward him as he entered. Hank glanced at Annie. Her eyes were moist, but he said nothing about it and turned to Jake.

“He’s a pretty messed-up guy,” Hank said. He glanced through the glass where Adam still shook, his head in his hands. The man’s sobs came through the speaker. Hank turned back to Annie. “Thanks for your help on this one. Diego will be extremely pleased.”

“I’m just happy it’s wrapped up,” Annie said, her voice shaking.

Jake turned to Annie. “Shall we go?”

Annie nodded and followed Jake from the room. Jake turned back, leaned through the doorway, and grinned at Hank. “I’ll let you tell Teddy White the news,” he said, then closed the door.

Hank watched the prisoner a few moments longer before going back to his desk. He was disturbed about the news of a fourth victim, but relieved it was finally over.

Chapter 45

Thursday, 3:52 p.m.

ANNIE SAT QUIETLY in the passenger seat as Jake pulled the Firebird out of the precinct parking lot. Adam would finally get the help he so desperately needed, but his life was about to undergo a drastic change.

His mother would be brought in for questioning before long, and when she heard the news of Adam’s arrest, she would be devastated. She had protected him through it all, but she’d broken the law in doing so.

Annie’s heart ached for everyone concerned, and other than her drinking buddy next door, Virginia Thorburn had no one to talk to.

She turned to face Jake. “I want to drop by and see Mrs. Thorburn.”

Jake glanced over and raised an eyebrow. “It’s over, honey.”

“It’s not over for everyone. It’s just starting.”

“I’m not sure if she wants to see me,” Jake said. “I didn’t get a very warm reception last time.”

“She’s under a lot of stress,” Annie said. “Besides, I have a few things I’d like to talk to her about. She’s going to be in a lot of trouble once the police bring her in and I don’t think she realizes it. I want to get some facts straight before she gets a lawyer and clams up.”

Jake gave a soft sigh, pulled to the side of the street, and made a U-turn. “You’d better call Chrissy.”

Annie took out her phone, called her friend and told her they would be awhile yet, asking if she would watch Matty a little longer. Chrissy informed her it was no problem and Annie hung up the phone.

In a few minutes, they turned onto Mill Street and drove toward the Thorburn residence. The police car that had sat across the road from the house was now gone. The officers hiding in the garage were likely relieved as well and would move on to the next task.

Jake pulled the Firebird to the side of the street in front of the house. They stepped out, went to the side door, and opened the screen. Jake knocked on the inner door and waited. After a few moments, he knocked again.

“I don’t think she’s home right now,” he said.

Annie peered through the window in the door. “She might’ve gone to work.”

“It’s a little early for that,” Jake said, looking at his watch.

Annie stepped off the porch. “Maybe we can come back later.”

Jake shrugged and followed Annie out to the street. Annie glanced down the sidewalk. A woman was walking toward them from some distance away, carrying a large handbag, and it looked like Mrs. Thorburn. “I think that’s her,” Annie said, pointing. “I wonder if she knows about Adam yet.”

Jake squinted up the sidewalk. “That’s her,” he said, leaning against a tree. He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “And I’m pretty sure if she’d gone to see Adam, she’d still be there wondering why the place is filled with cops. Besides, she’s coming from the wrong direction. I don’t think she knows yet.”

“She’ll find out soon enough,” Annie said. She walked a few feet toward the woman, waved a hand, and waited. “We wanted to see how you’re doing,” Annie said, when the woman drew closer.

Virginia frowned at Jake and then gave Annie a faint smile. “I’m doing fine.”

“May we come in a minute?”

The woman hesitated, adjusted the handbag on her shoulder, then motioned toward the house. “I can spare a few minutes, but I need to get ready for work soon.” She turned and walked up the driveway.

Annie and Jake followed the woman to the house. Virginia dug her key from her handbag, unlocked the door, and swung it open. They stepped inside and the woman motioned for them to have a seat at the dining room table.

“Do you want anything? Coffee? Beer?” she asked.

Jake looked at Annie. “I’ll have a coffee.”

“Coffee, thanks,” Annie said.

The Lincolns sat at the table while the woman went to the kitchen. Annie glanced around at the assortment of items on the table. It was no tidier than last time and she wondered if the woman ever did any cleaning at all. An ashtray bulging with butts sat at the end of the table—Virginia’s favorite spot.

“I hope the coffee’s drinkable,” Jake whispered. He had noticed the mess too. He pushed back a plate that sat in front of him and brushed away some bread crumbs.

“Don’t be rude,” Annie said.

Jake chuckled. “She didn’t hear me.”

Virginia came in the room a moment later carrying a cup in one hand and juggling two in the other. She set them on the table and pushed one toward each of them. “I hope you like cream and sugar,” she said.

“It’s perfect,” Annie said, taking a sip. Jake agreed.

Mrs. Thorburn sat down in her spot, pulled a cigarette from a pack, and used the tip of it to rearrange the butts in the ashtray to make room for more. She lit it, closed her eyes and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke into the air above Annie’s head.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked.

“About Adam,” Annie answered. She hesitated and studied Virginia’s face. “Do you know he’s been arrested?”

Virginia Thorburn stopped halfway through another drag of her cigarette, her eyes bulging. Her mouth dropped open and the smoke worked its own way out. She waved it away with a hand and leaned in, speechless, her mouth still open.

“Just an hour or so ago,” Jake said. “Annie wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

The woman dropped her head into her hands, the cigarette coming dangerously close to singeing her hair. “Oh, no,” she moaned, then raised her head and asked quickly, “Is he all right?”

“He’s fine,” Annie said. “He’s at the police station.”

Virginia looked fearful. “He’s going to need a lawyer but I can’t afford it.”

“They’ll find him a legal aid lawyer, a public defender,” Jake said.

Annie knew the woman had talked to her son but didn’t know if she was aware of the last two murders. She didn’t want to bring them up right now; Virginia would find out soon enough. She looked closely at the distraught woman and said, “His memory is hazy on the murders of Nina White and Raymond Ronson. He can’t remember any of the details.” She hesitated. “Did he tell you anything at all about them?”

Virginia shook her head. “Last time I talked to him he didn’t remember anything at all.”

“He told me he was fond of both of them,” Annie said. “That’s what makes it so perplexing.”

“He didn’t know what he was doing,” Virginia said, tears in her eyes. “Maybe that’s why he put the roses in their mouths, a symbol of some kind to show he cared about them.”

Annie glanced at Jake as he coughed, choking on a swig of coffee. She turned back to Mrs. Thorburn. “We thought perhaps he had a crush on Nina White at one time. Did he ever mention that?”

Virginia shook her head. “Not to me.”

Jake stood. “I think I’ll get a little more cream in my coffee if you don’t mind.” He picked up his cup and wandered toward the kitchen.

Annie continued, “The police are going to want to talk to you soon.”

Virginia nodded her head, her voice weak. “I know.” She looked at Annie, her eyes pleading. “But I was only trying to help my son.”

“I realize that,” Annie said. “I’m sure they’ll take that into consideration.”

Jake returned, put his coffee cup on the table and sat, leaning toward the woman. “Mrs. Thorburn,” he asked, “how did you know about the roses in the mouths of the victims? The police didn’t release that information.”

Virginia’s eyes widened and she stared at Jake. “I … I. Adam must’ve told me.”

“Adam doesn’t remember any of the details,” Jake said flatly, then raised his voice. “What’re you not telling us?” He stood and dropped his arms on the table, leaning in closer. “Why does Adam not remember the first two murders but you know all about them?”

Annie looked curiously at her husband. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, but he had a good point about the roses and the woman’s knowledge of the murders.

Virginia didn’t answer Jake’s questions. She looked frantically back and forth between Jake and Annie.

“You claim to be such a caring mother,” Jake continued. “And yet you don’t want your son to get the help he needs. That made me very suspicious, but now I know for sure.” He narrowed his eyes. “Virginia Thorburn,” he said, his voice taking on an accusing tone, “did you kill Nina White and Raymond Ronson and frame your son?”

The woman gasped and froze, staring at Jake. Then she pushed back her chair and stumbled into the kitchen.

Annie stared bug-eyed, the realization hitting her. She sprang after the woman, then stopped short when Virginia stepped from the kitchen, a grim look on her face and a shiny new pistol gripped in one hand.

“You just couldn’t leave it alone,” she said. “You couldn’t mind your own business and now you leave me no choice.”

Jake still sat at the table. Annie stepped backwards and dropped into her chair as Virginia moved to a phone on the wall, picked up the receiver, and dialed a number.

“You’d better get over here,” the woman said into the phone. “We have a big problem.”