The Maze
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It was just past lunchtime in San Francisco when Lacey got through to Douglas Madigan at his law office.
"Lacey, that really you? What's happening? Are you all right? It was all over the TV on the early news about that guy being caught. You were in on it, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was, and yes, I'm fine, Douglas. We've got him.
I've already spoken to him once. I'll find out everything from him, Douglas, everything."
"But what more is there to know?"
"I want to know why he killed Belinda. You know she never cursed all that much. She worshiped you, you told me that, so she wouldn't have ever cursed you out in front of any strangers."
"That's right, but so what?"
She drew a deep breath. "The reason he picked each of the women is because he knew she cursed and bad-mouthed her husband or boyfriend. If that's not true in Belinda's case, then there has to be another reason. I just want to know, Douglas. I have to know."
"Were you the police decoy?'"
"Yes, but please don't publicize it. I was the best one for the job. I know him better than anyone else."
"My God, that was nuts, Lacey." It was his turn to calm down. She heard his breathing become slower. He was an excellent lawyer.
"I'm going to call Dad."
"No, let me do it, although I bet he already knows about it and that you were involved. He'll be relieved that you weren't injured."
Her arm started throbbing. She needed another pain pill. "Oh no, I'm just fine. What have you done about Candice Addams?"
"I married her last weekend. Funny thing was she got her period on our wedding night."
"She wasn't pregnant?"
"She told me that she had had a miscarriage just two days before but that she loved me so much she was afraid to tell me. She believed I wouldn't have married her if I'd known there wasn't a baby involved."
"Would you have?"
"Married her? No, of course not. I don't love her, you know that."
"What a mess, Douglas." She was very thankful she was three thousand miles away at that moment. "What are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"Do you think she really loves you?"
"She claims she does. I don't know. I wish you were here. I wish I could see you, touch you, kiss you. I miss you, Lacey. So do your father and your sweet mother. Both of them hoped we'd marry, you know."
"No, I didn't know. No one ever said a word to me about that. You were my sister's husband, nothing could ever change that."
"No, maybe not." He sighed. "Here's my lovely wife, standing here in the open doorway of my office." She heard him say to her, "How long have you been there, Candice?"
She heard a woman's voice but couldn't make out what she said, but that voice was shrill and angry. Douglas came back on the line. "I'm sorry, Lacey. I've got to go now. Will you come home now that you've gotten rid of your nightmare?"
"I don't know, Douglas. I really don't know."
Slowly, she placed the phone back into its cradle. She looked up to see Savich standing there, a cup of tea in each hand. How long had he been there? As long as she imagined Candice Addams Madigan had been standing in Douglas's office?
He handed her the cup. "Drink your tea. Then we'll go to the hospital again. I want to get this wrapped up, Sherlock."
"Yes, sir."
"Call me by my name or I'll tell Chico to wrap your karate belt around your neck."
"Yes, Dillon."
"Here's to catching the String Killer and ridding you of all your baggage. Is your brother-in-law to be considered baggage?"
She took a long drink of the hot tea. It was wonderful. She still needed another pain pill. She said finally, shrugging, "He's just Douglas. I never really realized the way he felt, until he was here in Washington just a couple of weeks ago. But he's remarried now."
"Lucky for you, I'd say. I can't see that guy giving up all that easily."
"How would you know that?"
"I know everything. I'm a Special Agent."
He probably did, she thought, and excused herself to take another pill.
Rain splattered against the hospital window. The officer in the chair was sitting forward. Lacey leaned over the bed and said in a soft voice, "Hello, Marlin. Do you remember me? I'm the woman you bashed on the head, took to your little playhouse, and forced through your little house of horrors. But I really won and you lost big-time."
"Lacey, that really you? What's happening? Are you all right? It was all over the TV on the early news about that guy being caught. You were in on it, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was, and yes, I'm fine, Douglas. We've got him.
I've already spoken to him once. I'll find out everything from him, Douglas, everything."
"But what more is there to know?"
"I want to know why he killed Belinda. You know she never cursed all that much. She worshiped you, you told me that, so she wouldn't have ever cursed you out in front of any strangers."
"That's right, but so what?"
She drew a deep breath. "The reason he picked each of the women is because he knew she cursed and bad-mouthed her husband or boyfriend. If that's not true in Belinda's case, then there has to be another reason. I just want to know, Douglas. I have to know."
"Were you the police decoy?'"
"Yes, but please don't publicize it. I was the best one for the job. I know him better than anyone else."
"My God, that was nuts, Lacey." It was his turn to calm down. She heard his breathing become slower. He was an excellent lawyer.
"I'm going to call Dad."
"No, let me do it, although I bet he already knows about it and that you were involved. He'll be relieved that you weren't injured."
Her arm started throbbing. She needed another pain pill. "Oh no, I'm just fine. What have you done about Candice Addams?"
"I married her last weekend. Funny thing was she got her period on our wedding night."
"She wasn't pregnant?"
"She told me that she had had a miscarriage just two days before but that she loved me so much she was afraid to tell me. She believed I wouldn't have married her if I'd known there wasn't a baby involved."
"Would you have?"
"Married her? No, of course not. I don't love her, you know that."
"What a mess, Douglas." She was very thankful she was three thousand miles away at that moment. "What are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"Do you think she really loves you?"
"She claims she does. I don't know. I wish you were here. I wish I could see you, touch you, kiss you. I miss you, Lacey. So do your father and your sweet mother. Both of them hoped we'd marry, you know."
"No, I didn't know. No one ever said a word to me about that. You were my sister's husband, nothing could ever change that."
"No, maybe not." He sighed. "Here's my lovely wife, standing here in the open doorway of my office." She heard him say to her, "How long have you been there, Candice?"
She heard a woman's voice but couldn't make out what she said, but that voice was shrill and angry. Douglas came back on the line. "I'm sorry, Lacey. I've got to go now. Will you come home now that you've gotten rid of your nightmare?"
"I don't know, Douglas. I really don't know."
Slowly, she placed the phone back into its cradle. She looked up to see Savich standing there, a cup of tea in each hand. How long had he been there? As long as she imagined Candice Addams Madigan had been standing in Douglas's office?
He handed her the cup. "Drink your tea. Then we'll go to the hospital again. I want to get this wrapped up, Sherlock."
"Yes, sir."
"Call me by my name or I'll tell Chico to wrap your karate belt around your neck."
"Yes, Dillon."
"Here's to catching the String Killer and ridding you of all your baggage. Is your brother-in-law to be considered baggage?"
She took a long drink of the hot tea. It was wonderful. She still needed another pain pill. She said finally, shrugging, "He's just Douglas. I never really realized the way he felt, until he was here in Washington just a couple of weeks ago. But he's remarried now."
"Lucky for you, I'd say. I can't see that guy giving up all that easily."
"How would you know that?"
"I know everything. I'm a Special Agent."
He probably did, she thought, and excused herself to take another pill.
Rain splattered against the hospital window. The officer in the chair was sitting forward. Lacey leaned over the bed and said in a soft voice, "Hello, Marlin. Do you remember me? I'm the woman you bashed on the head, took to your little playhouse, and forced through your little house of horrors. But I really won and you lost big-time."
