Darkness Calls. Caridad Pineiro

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      He was smooth, Diana thought, observing Ryder as he answered another question about his past even though a moment before they had been discussing the club’s bouncers and any possible altercations they might have had with the patrons.

      Ryder leaned back in the chair and adopted a very casual, laid-back stance. If he was nervous, there wasn’t a thing to give it away. His pupils were wide and open. His facial muscles relaxed. “As I said before, Detective, my mama home-schooled me—”

      “In your place in the bayou?” Daly finished, but Ryder just shook his head.

      “You Northerners don’t seem to understand, we don’t all grow up in the swamps, Detective. As I said before, my family lived in a small place on the outskirts of the French Quarter. That’s in New Orleans, if you didn’t know,” he chastised, adding a slow drawl to his voice that made the city’s name sound like Nawlins. Again, she had to admire him. He was either telling the truth or he was an exceptionally good liar. And his drawl…it made her think of sultry Southern nights and…She stopped herself from going there and concentrated again on the interrogation.

      “And your mother—” Daly began, but Ryder cut him off.

      “My mother was a waitress in various establishments, but died when I had just turned thirteen. I ended up on the streets, living however I could. Moving around a bit until I decided to leave for other opportunities,” he replied, his voice hardening as if it was painful to recollect that part of his life.

      She couldn’t picture him as a street urchin. He was polished in a way that came from breeding and not from trying to prove he had made it in the world. The clothing he wore spoke of a man with innate taste, from the soles of his Gucci-clad feet to the Jhane Barnes suit and what she was certain was a hand-tailored Egyptian cotton shirt. This was a man used to elegant things and yet…There was a hardness under that graceful facade that only came with seeing too much of life. She had that same harsh aspect deep inside herself and recognized a kindred spirit. Maybe that was why she was drawn to him.

      As he finished his explanation and met her gaze, he gave her a chagrined look as if he realized that she saw through all the polish and shine. She started to smile back, then reined it in. She was supposed to be investigating, not commiserating.

      After a few more questions, the ADIC took charge. “Mr. Latimer, we thank you for your cooperation and hope you will have time to assist Special Agent in Charge Reyes and her colleagues with whatever they may need at your club or—”

      “I’d be delighted to show Ms. Reyes around tonight, if she wishes. We’re closed, and it would be the perfect opportunity for her to get a feel for the place. Plus, we can discuss how I can assist with the investigation.” He gave her a devastating smile that warmed her with its intensity.

      It was that response that had her hesitating to go anywhere alone with him, but she nodded at her ADIC and Colleagues. “That would be acceptable, although Special Agent Harris and Detective Daly have other plans for tonight.”

      “I’m sorry to hear that,” Ryder replied, although she sensed he was pleased. Did he think that by cutting her away from the others he might be able to gain some advantage? Maybe even charm his way out of any further role in the investigations? He’d be unpleasantly surprised to find otherwise. She intended to stick close…for business reasons only, she clarified to herself.

      “Well, I think it’s time we all got moving,” she said, and rose.

      She bid everyone in the room goodbye, and Ryder followed her out of the interrogation room and down to a smaller office at the end of the hall. Once inside, Diana slipped off her jacket and tossed it on the sofa near the door. She held out her hand, offering him the chair in front of her desk, and he sat, crossing one leg over the other and slouching down slightly.

      He glanced around her office, his gaze sharp as if taking inventory and sizing her up. Diana wished her space was a trifle neater rather than boasting its usual clutter of files and papers. She refused to apologize for it, even though she detected condemnation.

      “Comfortable?” she asked instead, slipping into her own chair, removing her holstered gun and locking it into her top desk drawer.

      “No, but this will have to do, won’t it?” he challenged, finally vocalizing some of his displeasure over his involvement in the case.

      Diana held back her comment, dug a fat manila file from a small pile on the side of her desk, and plopped it onto the desktop between them. Opening the folder, she rotated it so he could examine the contents as she began to fill him in on the background of the case. Of course, the folder was missing what few key pieces of information they had. Call it a test, she thought, wondering whether he would slip up and give away anything that might implicate him.

      He didn’t. On the contrary, as they discussed the case his intelligence and observations impressed her as did his willingness to offer information on his various employees and, at times, himself. She stored away each nugget of information, using them to construct a better picture of the man sitting before her.

      He was a loner. A man who had experienced great loss and still bore the weight of it in a heart that sought respite. She understood such loss. She had experienced it herself and, like Ryder, still carried scars within her that hadn’t healed. And, like Ryder, a part of her hoped someone would help ease the burden and heal the wounds. But two injured people…it didn’t bode well for a happy ending, she thought.

      “Any ex-employees who might harbor a grudge? Maybe want to hurt you and the club by choosing its patrons as targets?” she asked, trying to pull away from what she was feeling and return to her role as investigator.

      Ryder shrugged. To have enemies one had to have friends. Ryder had neither, only his companion Melissa Danvers. His employees were just that and nothing more, as were his lawyer and other business associates. “No one. I try to be fair, Ms. Reyes.”

      Tired of her questioning, he asked, “What do you think this killer is like? What makes him tick?”

      Diana leaned back in her chair, considering him as if she wasn’t quite sure if she could trust him. But he also sensed something else…interest. Unwanted attraction on her part. Her eyes narrowed and then she began her explanation. “He obviously has a lot of anger toward women. He acts out that anger by ritualistically torturing his victims.”

      Ryder nodded. “I noticed the cuts from the pictures,” he said.

      “Mmm. He likes hurting them,” she continued. “I think he makes sure that they are aware of what he plans to do. That gives him power. That gives him the ability to…He probably can’t function sexually without that.”

      “Not much of a man,” Ryder intoned, and stood, stretching out the kinks in his back from the hours of sitting. “Please continue,” he said. She described the motivating force for the killer, the likely age of the suspect and how she believed he spent time choosing his victims before he finally took them away to be tortured and killed. As she spoke, he walked away from her and paced the small open space to the right of her desk. His movement took him past the window, which faced the water and provided a view of the East River and the Narrows. At night, it would give her a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty and the ferries going to and from Staten Island. He suspected she had been there more than one night to see those sights.

      On the ledge of the window there was an assortment of orchids, some in full exotic bloom. Fussy, fragile flowers. Not at all like their owner. СКАЧАТЬ