Blow Out
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“So he might be thinking about what he knows? And that something could make him rich?”
“Yes, that’s exactly it. It’s so clear to me now. He thought about it for maybe three seconds, and then he decided to go for the money.”
“What did he say?”
“He had stuff to do. I went to the bedroom, got dressed, and slammed out.”
“But you heard him on his cell.”
“Oh yes.”
“Okay, Annie, you’re standing there, you don’t want to see him, but you hear him on the phone. Where are you standing?”
“In the front entrance.”
“How far away is Danny?”
“The kitchen isn’t more than fifteen feet away from where I’m standing.”
“He’s on a cell phone.”
“Yes.”
“Did the phone ring or did he initiate the call?”
“I never heard it ring, so he must have made the call.”
“Just a moment, Annie. We checked his cell phone records and there was no outgoing call made on Saturday morning.”
“I’m sure he was using a cell.”
“Do you think it could have been a throwaway cell phone? Did he own one?”
“Yes, he had several of them, got them really cheap from a guy on the street.”
Interesting, Savich thought, and dropped it. “Does he carry an address book in his pocket, along with his cell?”
“Yes, it’s just a skinny little black book.”
“So he pulled out the black book, looked up a number, and called it?” But not using his own cell phone, Savich thought, and realized Danny knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t about to take any chances on it coming back to bite him.
“Yes, that’s what he would have done.”
“Okay, you’re standing there, angry, wanting to leave, but you pause. Because he’s on the phone and you want to know what’s going on, right?”
“Yes, that’s exactly right. I wanted to know what he was planning on doing.”
“You’re listening. What is he saying?”
“I can’t—”
He squeezed her hands, and began to lightly stroke his fingers over the now-warm flesh. “You’re standing there, Annie. You’re listening. What is he saying?”
She sucked in a deep breath, fell silent for a good minute. Savich didn’t say a word, just kept holding her hands, waiting.
“He said ‘I think we can come to some sort of agreement here.’ ”
There was a sharp cry of anguish from Mrs. Harper. Savich heard the soothing voices of both Mr. Harper and Sherlock.
“Anything else, Annie? You’re still there, right?”
“No, I’m out the door.”
“What were you thinking?”
“That I was pissed. That he was an idiot for thinking I loved him. Nothing, I don’t know. Really, I didn’t hear anything more. I didn’t know what he even meant, but I knew in my gut he was doing something bad.”
“But you didn’t want to know what it was.”
“Not then.”
“Is that why you came back on Sunday?”
She nodded. “Yes. I wanted the truth. And, I’ll admit it—I was worried about him. I thought he was going to do something, I didn’t know what.” She stopped and looked toward her parents. “I’m lying to myself. Yes, I knew he was doing something wrong, I didn’t want to admit it to myself.”
Savich nodded to Dr. Hicks. Slowly, Dr. Hicks brought her out of hypnosis. He told her she was a very brave woman, that what had happened was going to fade from her mind in time, and that she was strong enough to see things the way they’d really been, and would be able to put them in perspective. Savich smiled a bit as Dr. Hicks engaged in some therapy. He felt compassion for this waif, this young woman who’d fallen for a man who’d used her and then had died. Dr. Hicks went on to tell her that she would feel good about herself now, that she was hungry. A pepperoni pizza at the Quantico restaurant, The Boardroom, was what she wanted, and Savich would buy it for her. He looked over at her parents, who were listening to every word and nodding. He told Annie her parents would like the pepperoni pizza, too, that they were here for her, that they loved her and would stand by her.
Unfortunately, Savich thought, when he finally managed to get away from Quantico, Danny O’Malley’s Gucci briefcase, his cell phone with its memory chip, a throwaway cell phone, and the skinny little black book were gone.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. It’s so clear to me now. He thought about it for maybe three seconds, and then he decided to go for the money.”
“What did he say?”
“He had stuff to do. I went to the bedroom, got dressed, and slammed out.”
“But you heard him on his cell.”
“Oh yes.”
“Okay, Annie, you’re standing there, you don’t want to see him, but you hear him on the phone. Where are you standing?”
“In the front entrance.”
“How far away is Danny?”
“The kitchen isn’t more than fifteen feet away from where I’m standing.”
“He’s on a cell phone.”
“Yes.”
“Did the phone ring or did he initiate the call?”
“I never heard it ring, so he must have made the call.”
“Just a moment, Annie. We checked his cell phone records and there was no outgoing call made on Saturday morning.”
“I’m sure he was using a cell.”
“Do you think it could have been a throwaway cell phone? Did he own one?”
“Yes, he had several of them, got them really cheap from a guy on the street.”
Interesting, Savich thought, and dropped it. “Does he carry an address book in his pocket, along with his cell?”
“Yes, it’s just a skinny little black book.”
“So he pulled out the black book, looked up a number, and called it?” But not using his own cell phone, Savich thought, and realized Danny knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t about to take any chances on it coming back to bite him.
“Yes, that’s what he would have done.”
“Okay, you’re standing there, angry, wanting to leave, but you pause. Because he’s on the phone and you want to know what’s going on, right?”
“Yes, that’s exactly right. I wanted to know what he was planning on doing.”
“You’re listening. What is he saying?”
“I can’t—”
He squeezed her hands, and began to lightly stroke his fingers over the now-warm flesh. “You’re standing there, Annie. You’re listening. What is he saying?”
She sucked in a deep breath, fell silent for a good minute. Savich didn’t say a word, just kept holding her hands, waiting.
“He said ‘I think we can come to some sort of agreement here.’ ”
There was a sharp cry of anguish from Mrs. Harper. Savich heard the soothing voices of both Mr. Harper and Sherlock.
“Anything else, Annie? You’re still there, right?”
“No, I’m out the door.”
“What were you thinking?”
“That I was pissed. That he was an idiot for thinking I loved him. Nothing, I don’t know. Really, I didn’t hear anything more. I didn’t know what he even meant, but I knew in my gut he was doing something bad.”
“But you didn’t want to know what it was.”
“Not then.”
“Is that why you came back on Sunday?”
She nodded. “Yes. I wanted the truth. And, I’ll admit it—I was worried about him. I thought he was going to do something, I didn’t know what.” She stopped and looked toward her parents. “I’m lying to myself. Yes, I knew he was doing something wrong, I didn’t want to admit it to myself.”
Savich nodded to Dr. Hicks. Slowly, Dr. Hicks brought her out of hypnosis. He told her she was a very brave woman, that what had happened was going to fade from her mind in time, and that she was strong enough to see things the way they’d really been, and would be able to put them in perspective. Savich smiled a bit as Dr. Hicks engaged in some therapy. He felt compassion for this waif, this young woman who’d fallen for a man who’d used her and then had died. Dr. Hicks went on to tell her that she would feel good about herself now, that she was hungry. A pepperoni pizza at the Quantico restaurant, The Boardroom, was what she wanted, and Savich would buy it for her. He looked over at her parents, who were listening to every word and nodding. He told Annie her parents would like the pepperoni pizza, too, that they were here for her, that they loved her and would stand by her.
Unfortunately, Savich thought, when he finally managed to get away from Quantico, Danny O’Malley’s Gucci briefcase, his cell phone with its memory chip, a throwaway cell phone, and the skinny little black book were gone.
