Carrie was held in the chief’s office at the local police station in Mount Holly, looking at pictures of Chief McDaniels fishing and with his grandkids, until they squared her story with the Jacksonville police.
Hours.
Around six, she heard some discussion going on outside. The door opened, and her brother, Jack, stepped in.
He was the last person she wanted to see. “Before you even go there, Jack …” Carrie stood up.
He had one of those reproving-older-brother looks on him, like when she’d drunk a few too many beers back in high school (he was always the straight one) or when she left their bathroom looking like a shit storm had passed through it. Except this time it had kind of melded with one of those serious, more official looks Jack had learned at the FBI.
He sank into the chair across from her. “What the hell were you doing, Carrie?”
“He didn’t do it, Jack. No one back in Jacksonville wanted to hear me. You can check with this guy Bud at the gun store in town; where Steadman supposedly bought that gun. He never did. Vance Hofer bought it. Here …” She handed him a piece of paper she’d taken from her bag, Henry’s daily schedule for March 2, which he had e-mailed her. “If anyone had done their homework, they’d have known that Steadman was in Jacksonville operating that day …”
Jack looked it over, scratching his bushy hair and squinting his intelligent brown eyes.
“It’s all pretty clear, Jack. In fact, Hofer just called him earlier today. I have photos of his car in the vicinity of both murder sites. We traced the plate on the car to one of his work buddies. He knew Martinez from that incident you described, and he also knew when Steadman would be in town, and had Martinez stop Steadman and come up with this song and dance about talking back, maybe just to razz him at first, and then he killed him. He also killed Steadman’s friend. He admitted as much to Steadman. And apparently there are others as well …”
“Others?” Jack put the schedule back on the table.
Carrie nodded. “You already know about his daughter. He claims he traced the OxyContin back to a clinic owned by Steadman, so no doubt there are a few gaping holes in the chain of supply that may turn up somewhere. And there’s motive. His life was in shambles. The last straw was his daughter. He twisted the blame to Henry—”
“Henry?” Her brother raised an eyebrow.
“Gimme a break, Jack. If anyone back in Jacksonville was doing their police work, they could have found the car at both scenes. They could have checked that Steadman was at his office the day the gun was supposedly bought. They could have asked where he would possibly have gotten a gun, just getting off a plane. Instead of running around pulling triggers … Check with this gun-store guy Bud in town. He’ll tell you—”
“I’ve already spoken with Bud,” her brother said. He let out a breath and loosened his tie. “Chief McDaniels said he was the one who alerted him, so I stopped on the way in. I also traced that plate back to a guy from that metalworks factory, where Hofer worked—”
“So then you know! You know Steadman didn’t do it. So stop making it out like I’m protecting some kind of insane double murderer. I was only doing what the guys with the gold shields back home should have been doing. It was all a setup, Jack. He could be dead … Henry …” She swallowed grudgingly, correcting herself. “I mean Steadman.”
“Attaway.” He winked at her and smiled.
“But it’s gotten deeper, Jack. A lot deeper … No one will tell me anything. What’s happened? I need to speak with him.”
“Don’t. I’ve spoken with the JSO. In light of all this, they’ve agreed to rescind the arrest warrant against Steadman. I mean, Henry”—he smiled—“to merely a person of interest and hear out his side. Which should clear him, Carrie. We’ll put out a joint APB on this Hofer and—”
“No, Jack, you can’t!” Carrie’s blood rose with a jolt of panic. “You can’t release Hofer’s name! Like I said, everything’s changed. That’s why Henry had to run. He got this call—from Hofer. The first one was before I even spoke with him. Back in Jacksonville. Then another this afternoon. Just as I was talking to you about bringing him in.”
“What call, Carrie?”
She hesitated, not knowing what was right, pushing the hair out of her eyes. “I don’t know, Jack, I can’t—”
“What call?” Jack shifted closer, his eyes growing more serious. “Sis, I’ve gone to bat in some pretty serious ways to get you off the hook on this and not any face local, not to mention federal charges for, say, harboring a fugitive, or transporting one across state lines. Abetting a fugitive in the commission of a crime is a—”
“Jack!” Tears rose up in Carrie’s eyes, tears of confusion and frustration. “You don’t understand …” She drew in a steadying breath, unsure of what to do. She’d given her word to Henry. But she didn’t even know where he was; if he’d been caught or not. Or hurt. No one was giving her any information. Ultimately she had to trust Jack. That he would do the right thing. Henry’s daughter’s life depended on it. She was almost shaking. “Jack, I have to have your trust on what I’m going to tell you. You need to give me your word.”
“Sis …” Her brother leaned forward and took her hands, which were now trembling ever so slightly, and he squeezed them in his own. “I know you’re involved, but if you can’t trust me on this, who the hell are you going to trust?”
Carrie closed her eyes and let out that breath she’d been holding in for hours Then she nodded. There was nothing else she could do.
She told him. About Hofer’s call when Henry had fled to his friend Mike’s house, moments after finding his body. “How you enjoying this so far?” And then today. About him having taken Henry’s daughter, and what he had threatened to do if word got out. What he had done to others …
“He’s crazy, Jack. He’ll do everything he says. Whatever you do, you can’t let his name get out, or else … He’ll kill her, Jack. He will!”
“I understand …” Jack nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. His look seemed to say, No good choices here. “I’ll talk to the sheriff’s office. Let me see what I can do about keeping this all under wraps. We still have to find this guy, though …”
“Jack, once it leaks out to the press that Henry’s no longer a suspect, you know there’ll be no stopping them. Hofer will know!”
Jack nodded, tight-lipped. “You may have to spend the night here. The JSO is on the way and I’m thinking they may want a word or two with you. Sorry to make you stay here and check out Chief McDaniels’ two-foot bass a little bit longer …”
Carrie forced a tight smile, not feeling much like laughing. “Thank you, Jack, but the JSO—”
“I’ve already spoken with them. I think I can assure there won’t be any charges, if it all checks out.”
“All right, but …”
“’Course, I can’t say how they plan on handling the matter internally. Still”—he stood up—“unless they’re as dumb as bean curds, I can’t imagine that they want their investigative teams totally looking like a bunch of asses on this … Who knows, you may even end up with a promotion.” He grinned and headed to the door. Then he winked with approval. “I know what you need, Carrie. And good work on this. Whatever it was, you did good.”
She swallowed appreciatively.
“’Course, I can’t make any promises about Pop’s reaction. I’ll leave you to square that one with him yourself …”
“Jack …”
Her brother turned.
“Where is he? Steadman. No one’s told me a thing. He’s okay, right?” She looked unsure. “I’d like to see him if I can.”
“Is he okay?” Her brother chuckled. “Your guess is as good as mine, Sis. Right now we don’t have any idea where he is. He just disappeared.”
“Disappeared …” Carrie’s eyes grew wide, and she was unable to hold back her smile. “You mean he got away?”
Jack laughed. “Canny little bastard, huh? We’re thinking in a laundry truck. We’re checking now. But I damn well know where I’d be headed if it was Cara who’d been taken and I’d gotten that call.”