Dead Wrong. Janice Kay Johnson

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СКАЧАТЬ her years and dedicated. When Meg had interviewed her for the promotion, she’d claimed to have always wanted to be a detective.

      She wore her thick, shiny dark hair drawn tightly into a bun. Big brown eyes dominated an olive-complected face that gave an impression of stubbornness and intelligence rather than beauty.

      Meg would have given anything to have Ben Shea, her longtime partner and brother-in-law, here instead. But Ben had broken his idiot leg—thank God not his neck—trying to keep up with Abby on the ski hill. His leg was still in traction.

      But why did I have to bring a novice? Meg asked herself. Instinct? She didn’t have a clue.

      Gaze on the crew, spread out like giant ants below their hill, she finally answered Giallombardo’s question. “Six years ago, we had a murder that looked just like this one.”

      “Six years…” Giallombardo frowned. “I was away at college. Wait. Not Will’s girlfriend?”

      “You know my son?”

      “Only by sight.” Did red tinge her cheeks? Hard to tell, with both their faces damn near frostbitten. “I was two years behind him in school. But I saw him play basketball. And since he was president of the student body…”

      Meg nodded. “His girlfriend was raped and murdered when she came home with him for spring break from college. She was strangled with a jockstrap, and the cup was pulled over her face. She was posed just like that.”

      “Oh.” The young cop exhaled the single, soft word.

      They stood in silence while she processed the implications. “Isn’t that your brother-in-law’s ranch up the road?”

      The fact that this body had been dumped so close to her sister’s home was already bothering Meg. Their family had been targeted once before. Surely not again. Surely this had nothing to do with the Pattons. It was happenstance that the previous victim had been Will’s girlfriend. She’d gone to a bar on her own and left with the killer. She’d probably never even mentioned her boyfriend or the fight they’d just had.

      Giallombardo interrupted her thoughts. “Did you catch the killer?”

      Meg nodded. “He’s supposed to be serving life.”

      They both glanced involuntarily toward the body.

      “Paroled?”

      “We’ll find out.”

      The photographer signaled the coroner, and the two women joined him. Sanchez, an elected official, had run unopposed for as long as Meg had been with the Butte County Sheriff’s Department. Unlike some elected coroners or medical examiners, he was good.

      “Don’t see any surprises,” he said after a minute. “Looks like strangulation. See how deep the elastic has cut into her throat?”

      They saw.

      “Time of death?”

      He hemmed and hawed. This cold made it harder to tell. It was like putting a body in deep freeze. “You find any ID?”

      “So far, we haven’t even found her panties.”

      He nodded. “I’m thinking last night,” he finally concluded. “Maybe twelve hours ago. You might look for a young woman who waited bar, say, and didn’t make it home.”

      “Okay.” Meg was trying to take notes. She hoped they were readable. Either she wore gloves, or her fingers went numb. She alternated.

      “Let’s take a look at the face,” the coroner suggested. “Then roll her.”

      Meg struggled to pull a latex glove onto her right hand, then reached out and tugged the jockstrap to one side.

      The victim’s mouth was frozen open as if in a scream, the grotesquely swollen tongue protruding.

      “Was he hiding her face?” Giallombardo whispered. “If anything would shock you…” Before Meg could comment, the young detective was already shaking her head. “No. He posed her. He didn’t kill her out here. She would have been scraped by cinders when she struggled. And if he, uh, penetrated her, he’d have had to expose his penis.”

      The coroner actually hunched, as if the very idea of baring himself to the sub-freezing air was so hideous he couldn’t prevent a physical reaction.

      “Plus he’d have had to kneel on the cinders… No.”

      Meg agreed. “She was already dead when he carried her here. A man horrified by his crime flees. He doesn’t lay out the victim so carefully.”

      “He has to be a local. To know to come out here.”

      “That thought has occurred to me.” Meg nodded at the victim. “You’re local. Do you recognize her?”

      Giallombardo swallowed. Meg watched as she focused on the face, made herself look past the distended tongue. To study glazed eyes that might have been hazel, the tiny mole on one high cheekbone…

      “Oh, God,” she whispered.

      “You do know her.”

      Her breath rattled in her chest and she nodded dumbly.

      “Who is she?”

      Giallombardo swallowed again. Against nausea, Meg guessed. “Amy Owen. She might not be anymore. I mean, she might have gotten married. But in high school, that was her name.”

      Disquiet struck again. “That sounds familiar.”

      “I think…” The detective was taking quick, shallow breaths. “I think Will dated her.”

      Air hissed from between Meg’s teeth.

      “He brought girls out here. Sometimes.”

      With quick alarm, she thought, Not Trina Giallombardo. Boy, would that complicate things. “How do you know?” she asked, aware she sounded harsh.

      Her deputy didn’t want to meet her eyes. “Not because…” She closed her eyes, obviously struggling to regain her composure. When she spoke again, her voice was devoid of emotion. “I heard girls talk. That’s all.”

      Meg’s eyes narrowed. Was there some history here of which she was unaware? Damn it, had the young Trina Giallombardo had a crush on Will? If so, should she be jettisoned from the case?

      But they didn’t know that this had anything to do with Will.

      Please God.

      “I came out here when I was a teenager,” she heard herself say. She was distantly aware that the other two were gaping. “With Will’s father.”

      After what she realized was an appalled silence, Giallombardo said, “Um…I suppose almost everyone in Elk Springs has.”

      The coroner looked up at Meg with shrewd eyes. “You sure Mendoza is still locked up?”

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