Spin Control. Kate Donovan

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      Her attention was attracted by a group of yellow self-adhesive notes he had attached in a row to the nearby wall. It appeared to be some sort of timeline.

      His gaze tracked hers. “That’s my system. Must look pretty lame to an organizational genius like you, but it works for me.”

      “Those look like Angel of Mercy notes. Shouldn’t we be concentrating on Gia’s murder?”

      “They’re interrelated.”

      “So you admit it’s possible that the Angel of Mercy killed Gia?”

      Justin shrugged. “Anything’s possible. But it’s more likely that Horace Masterson’s murderer tried to capitalize on Charlie Parrish’s crime spree by committing a look-alike murder and hoping Charlie would take the rap.”

      “Or—” Suzannah met his gaze directly “—Charlie killed them all. The three nursing-home residents out of a sincere but deranged belief that they wanted him to kill them. Then Horace. And then Gia because she publicly announced she’d never honor her father’s wish to have the plug pulled. Maybe Charlie found her attitude so arrogant and repugnant he wanted to punish her for it.”

      “Gia said the same thing to me,” he mused. “The night she died.”

      “What?”

      Justin nodded. “She was nervous that night. More than usual. She kept saying she thought the Angel would come after her next because of the videotaped statement by her that was shown on the news after Horace was diagnosed. She said that was the kind of thing a truly insane man would never be able to forget.”

      “Wow. What did you say?”

      He shrugged. “I comforted her. Told her that wasn’t Charlie’s MO. He uses drugs, not guns. And he truly believes he’s helping the victims, not hurting them. He’s the Angel of Mercy, not Vengeance.”

      “You talk about him like he’s rational. But I agree with Gia. He’s a nut. And probably getting crazier by the minute. All that killing—it might have made him feel powerful. Validated. Almost godlike.”

      Justin grinned. “Very cool analysis. You remind me of a friend of mine.” He began digging in his briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope. “I meant to give this to you earlier. Don’t open it. Just put it somewhere safe.”

      “It’s not a confession, is it?”

      He laughed. “No such luck. It’s my friend’s phone number. If something goes wrong—if I get killed, for instance—”

      “Killed?” Suzannah bit her lip. “You think the murderer might come after you?”

      “I’m a loose end. Plus, I’m determined to solve Horace Masterson’s murder. And now Gia’s, too. The real killer would be smart to get rid of me.”

      “Oh, God, I never thought of that.”

      Justin flashed a reassuring smile. “The good news is, he’s also got a strong incentive to keep me alive. If he kills me, then everyone will know I was innocent. Right now the evidence against me is so strong the authorities aren’t looking anywhere else.”

      “But you’re looking.”

      And so am I….

      He must have heard her thought, because he patted her hand and assured her, “The bad guys don’t have any reason to come after you. As far as they know, you’re handling the legal angle, not the investigation. And it was clear in the courtroom today that you were a reluctant participant. So I’m pretty sure you’re safe.”

      She held up the envelope. “But if something happens…?”

      “Right. If something goes wrong, call that number. It’ll connect you to SPIN. Have you heard of it?” When Suzannah shook her head, he explained. “It’s a backup agency for agents like me. The Strategic Profiling and Identification Network. They call themselves spinners and they’re effing geniuses. Literally.”

      “Wait! Are you sure it’s okay to tell me all this?”

      He laughed. “Yeah, it’s okay. The only confidential info is the actual identity of the spinners. Their whole system is based on anonymity. They use aliases, and our only contact with them is by phone.”

      “So you have a friend, but you don’t know his name?”

      “Her name.”

      “Oh, right.” Suzannah rolled her eyes. “I should have guessed.”

      “Her code name is S-3. I nicknamed her Essie.” He hesitated, then admitted, “I’ve known her real name for a while now, but I never use it. Anyway, she can get you any information you need. Plus, her instincts are stellar. Downright eerie, really. No matter how bad things get, she can always figure out a solution. So…” He squeezed Suzannah’s hand. “If something goes wrong—if I get killed or you get scared or start to doubt my innocence, anything like that—call S-3. Got it?”

      “I’ve got a better idea,” she told him, pulling her hand free. “Let’s call her right now.”

      “Huh?”

      “She’s your friend. And she’s brilliant. We’ll brainstorm with her. Three heads are better than two, right?”

      His eyes clouded. “It’s not that simple, Suzy. She’s not assigned to this case, so she’s not supposed to work on it. I’ve gotten her into trouble a couple of times over the last few years. I’ve promised myself I won’t do that anymore.”

      “Too bad. We could use the help.”

      “She’s got a tendency to go rogue, especially when her friends are in trouble.” He cleared his throat, then admitted, “I rely on her too much sometimes. It’s not fair to her. So I’ve gone cold turkey. I won’t call her. But if things go really wrong, I want you to.”

      Suzannah studied his forlorn expression. “Are you in love with her? Even though you never met her in person? That’s so romantic.”

      “I love her like crazy, but I’m not in love with her,” Justin said, chuckling. “I like my girlfriends to have bodies.”

      “Like Gia?”

      “Gia had one helluva body,” he agreed, fishing in his briefcase again until he found a folder containing a dozen or so photographs. “Here, see for yourself. The best rack money could buy.”

      “Good grief.” Suzannah bit back a smile, wondering how such a tall, skinny woman had managed to carry herself upright with the giant breasts she had apparently bought for herself. “You said she was sweet. I’d say she was a little vain, too.”

      “You’d think so,” he murmured. “But you’d be wrong. The boob job wasn’t because she wanted to look better. She just wanted to look different.”

      “Pardon?”

      “Look at this. It’s Gia nine years ago. Before she started having plastic СКАЧАТЬ