Point Blank
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“It won’t take us long to find her.”
Ruth got six names out of him but he remembered few facts about the women. His recollection of the dates was also sketchy. “I can’t remember anymore, Agent Warnecki. Wait, wait, there was one more. Her name was Kirkland. Her first name was unusual, something like Anoka. And then, there was . . . No, that isn’t at all relevant. Look, I’ll need to look through some school records, find out what her first name is exactly.”
It was Sherlock who nailed him. “Tell us who you’re leaving out, Dr. Holcombe. Why don’t you want to tell us about her? Who is she?”
Dix shook his head. “I know why he doesn’t want to tell us. She’s local, isn’t she, Gordon? She’s from Maestro.”
“No, there isn’t anyone else. Now, Dix, I assume you’ll be calling these ladies to verify what I’ve told you. May I contact them first to make it less alarming for them?”
“Not yet, Gordon. I’ll be with you when I decide it’s the right time to make any calls.
“Now, I want you to stay here and think about the woman whose name you’re not telling us. Of course she’s local. Is she married? Did she swear you to secrecy? I want her name, Gordon. You’ve got until tomorrow morning or I’m coming after you.”
“There isn’t another damned woman!”
Dix said flatly, “You give me her name or I’ll arrest you.”
“How can you say that, Dix, for pity’s sake, I’m Christie’s uncle!”
Dix slowly straightened. “Maybe that’s why I’m making the mistake of not arresting you right now, Gordon, and taking your Italian-suited self to my nice warm jail. As for now, B.B. will keep an eye on you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.”
CHAPTER 25
BUD BAILEY’S BED & BREAKFAST
MAESTRO, VIRGINIA
LATE THURSDAY AFTERNOON
“I NEED A shower and a shave before we head over to Dix’s house.” But Savich didn’t move to get up. He nuzzled Sherlock’s neck, loving the feel of her hair against his face.
“Since I don’t have any bones, you can go first.” She bit him lightly on his shoulder, kissed him, then breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of him. “I’m thinking maybe I’m not through with you yet.”
“You think?”
Fifteen minutes later, Sherlock was doing stretches, her mind automatically working the angles, thinking about the people they’d interviewed, wondering if Gordon Holcombe had told them everything.
She smiled when she heard Dillon singing “Baby, the Rain Must Fall” in the shower in his beautiful baritone. She was about to join him, to see if he was interested in some more quality time, when his cell phone played “Georgia on My Mind.” She picked it up.
“Hello?”
No answer, only the sharp sound of breathing.
“Who is this?”
“My oh my, what an unexpected surprise this is. My lucky day.”
A woman—no, a girl, a bouncy young voice. “Claudia? Is this Claudia Grace?”
“You win the prize, girlfriend. I was actually calling to speak to your man—you know, get him all hot and bothered with some of my great phone sex, but hey, I can do him later. It’ll be fun talking to you. Cool name, Claudia Grace, don’t you think? Maybe I should go ahead and marry Moses and make it legal. He’s a cutie, no doubt about that, but the thing is, he has a tough time getting it up, even when I walk around in the buff for him. I fed him some of that Viagra, but even that didn’t stiffen him up. So he got bored and went out and got this phone to call you guys with. I figured why should he have all the fun?”
Sherlock heard voices in the background. So they weren’t driving around this time. Her fingers tightened on the phone. “Where are you, Claudia?”
Sherlock heard the shower turn off. She walked to the bathroom door, opened it to see Dillon stepping out of the shower stall. He frowned at the phone at her ear.
She mouthed, Claudia.
He nearly dove at her, his hand out to take the phone, but she shook her head and mouthed, Not yet.
Dripping, he walked past her to MAX, pressed several keys, and plugged a wireless earphone into his ear.
“Where am I? Question is, where are you guys? Moses says you’re hiding from us. Are you?”
“No, Claudia, not in this lifetime.”
“Come on now, sweet cakes, how is Moses going to give you the business if you disappear, and we can’t find you? Hey, is your man there? We could get together if you’re close by.”
Ruth got six names out of him but he remembered few facts about the women. His recollection of the dates was also sketchy. “I can’t remember anymore, Agent Warnecki. Wait, wait, there was one more. Her name was Kirkland. Her first name was unusual, something like Anoka. And then, there was . . . No, that isn’t at all relevant. Look, I’ll need to look through some school records, find out what her first name is exactly.”
It was Sherlock who nailed him. “Tell us who you’re leaving out, Dr. Holcombe. Why don’t you want to tell us about her? Who is she?”
Dix shook his head. “I know why he doesn’t want to tell us. She’s local, isn’t she, Gordon? She’s from Maestro.”
“No, there isn’t anyone else. Now, Dix, I assume you’ll be calling these ladies to verify what I’ve told you. May I contact them first to make it less alarming for them?”
“Not yet, Gordon. I’ll be with you when I decide it’s the right time to make any calls.
“Now, I want you to stay here and think about the woman whose name you’re not telling us. Of course she’s local. Is she married? Did she swear you to secrecy? I want her name, Gordon. You’ve got until tomorrow morning or I’m coming after you.”
“There isn’t another damned woman!”
Dix said flatly, “You give me her name or I’ll arrest you.”
“How can you say that, Dix, for pity’s sake, I’m Christie’s uncle!”
Dix slowly straightened. “Maybe that’s why I’m making the mistake of not arresting you right now, Gordon, and taking your Italian-suited self to my nice warm jail. As for now, B.B. will keep an eye on you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.”
CHAPTER 25
BUD BAILEY’S BED & BREAKFAST
MAESTRO, VIRGINIA
LATE THURSDAY AFTERNOON
“I NEED A shower and a shave before we head over to Dix’s house.” But Savich didn’t move to get up. He nuzzled Sherlock’s neck, loving the feel of her hair against his face.
“Since I don’t have any bones, you can go first.” She bit him lightly on his shoulder, kissed him, then breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of him. “I’m thinking maybe I’m not through with you yet.”
“You think?”
Fifteen minutes later, Sherlock was doing stretches, her mind automatically working the angles, thinking about the people they’d interviewed, wondering if Gordon Holcombe had told them everything.
She smiled when she heard Dillon singing “Baby, the Rain Must Fall” in the shower in his beautiful baritone. She was about to join him, to see if he was interested in some more quality time, when his cell phone played “Georgia on My Mind.” She picked it up.
“Hello?”
No answer, only the sharp sound of breathing.
“Who is this?”
“My oh my, what an unexpected surprise this is. My lucky day.”
A woman—no, a girl, a bouncy young voice. “Claudia? Is this Claudia Grace?”
“You win the prize, girlfriend. I was actually calling to speak to your man—you know, get him all hot and bothered with some of my great phone sex, but hey, I can do him later. It’ll be fun talking to you. Cool name, Claudia Grace, don’t you think? Maybe I should go ahead and marry Moses and make it legal. He’s a cutie, no doubt about that, but the thing is, he has a tough time getting it up, even when I walk around in the buff for him. I fed him some of that Viagra, but even that didn’t stiffen him up. So he got bored and went out and got this phone to call you guys with. I figured why should he have all the fun?”
Sherlock heard voices in the background. So they weren’t driving around this time. Her fingers tightened on the phone. “Where are you, Claudia?”
Sherlock heard the shower turn off. She walked to the bathroom door, opened it to see Dillon stepping out of the shower stall. He frowned at the phone at her ear.
She mouthed, Claudia.
He nearly dove at her, his hand out to take the phone, but she shook her head and mouthed, Not yet.
Dripping, he walked past her to MAX, pressed several keys, and plugged a wireless earphone into his ear.
“Where am I? Question is, where are you guys? Moses says you’re hiding from us. Are you?”
“No, Claudia, not in this lifetime.”
“Come on now, sweet cakes, how is Moses going to give you the business if you disappear, and we can’t find you? Hey, is your man there? We could get together if you’re close by.”
