All because of Sebastian Costas.

A surge of anger lent Jane’s legs fresh strength. Too furious to worry about damaging her shoes, she marched across the muddy yard, sinking a few inches with every step. “What did you think you were doing?” she demanded. “Trying to get us both killed? You’re not a cop! You don’t have a license to carry that gun in California! And no one put you in charge!”

“Calm down,” he said. “Everything’s okay.”

“Only because there was no one around for you to shoot!”

Obviously not intimidated by her, he looked her up and down as she came closer. “That isn’t strictly true, now is it?”

Jane narrowed her eyes. “Are you threatening me?”

Irritation carved another crease in his forehead. “Of course not. I’m just telling you to stop being such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m the pain?” she shouted. “I trusted you when I brought you here.” She ignored the fact that he’d driven, because she’d provided the address. “And then you pull out a loaded weapon and approach this house as if you’ve got the right to storm anyplace you want. What was going through your head? For all you knew, there were children inside!”

“Malcolm Turner is dangerous.”

“He doesn’t even live here anymore. What if someone else had moved in?”

His face an implacable mask, he shrugged. “Then I would’ve put the gun away.”

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Blowing out a sigh, she shook her head. “If I report this, you could be brought up on charges. At a minimum, your firearm would be confiscated. You realize that?”

“Nothing happened,” he reiterated and walked inside.

Unwilling to be left in the rain, Jane followed. “You’re making me wonder who’s more dangerous-you or Wesley Boss,” she yelled at his back.

He didn’t respond. He went into the entry hall and checked the coat closet. Then he went into the garage.

She remained in the empty living room, staring down at her feet. Sebastian was to blame for her soggy shoes, too. But haranguing him about it wasn’t going to change anything.

After her blood pressure returned to normal, she began to look around herself. Obviously, whoever had lived here had packed up and moved on. There was some old furniture-just the bare necessities-but no signs of habitation. That had to be why the deputy wasn’t around when they arrived. He’d already come and gone.

Avoiding the kitchen because Sebastian had just gone in there, she walked from room to room. Brown shag carpet, matted from wear, covered the floors, except for a small patch of tile at the front door. There were three bedrooms, two baths, the standard kitchen and dining room combo with a large family room. Jane didn’t see any evidence that Latisha or Marcie had ever been here. But she didn’t see any evidence that Wesley Boss had been here, either.

When she returned from her quick tour, Sebastian was still in the kitchen, going through the cupboards and drawers. She wasn’t sure she wanted to speak to him, but now that her anger had dissipated, there didn’t seem to be any point in holding a grudge. Not if sharing information could help them both. Maybe he was reckless, but he seemed to be very capable. His approach to the house had been breathtaking in its confident precision.

“I smell only cleaning chemicals and room deodorizer,” she said, leaning against the doorway. “Makes the place feel as if it’s been vacant for a while.”

He looked up at her, met her eyes, then moved to a different drawer. “I think it has been. I’m guessing whoever lived here moved away months before the girls were abducted.”

“I’ll have to contact the owner to see for sure,” Jane said. “Maybe he can provide a forwarding address. Someone obviously went to some trouble to salvage his security deposit.”

“I’m guessing the only address the owner will have is the P.O. box connected to the phone,” he said.

“I could always do surveillance on the post office where that box is located. See if Malcolm shows up.”

“Problem is, you could be sitting there for a while. He could go days, weeks, even months without checking it.”

“It might be the best lead we have.”

The slam of another cupboard resounded in the empty house. “Not if I can convince him to meet me.”

Via their Internet chats. That did seem a lot less random. “What do you think the chances are?”

“Tough to say, but…” His words fell off. He’d found a drawer with something in it. From what Jane could see, they were manuals for the various kitchen appliances. She expected him to close that drawer like every other, but he didn’t. He riffled through it. A minute later, he pulled out the dishwasher manual and began to read some words that’d been written on the back.

“What is it?” Jane took a step toward him, but he tore off the cover and slipped it inside his coat.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

Nine

“So now you’re shutting me out?”

Sebastian glanced over to see Jane watching him with narrowed eyes. They were on their way back to Sacramento, but she hadn’t spoken for the first thirty minutes of the trip. He’d cranked up the radio and the heat to fill the void.

“I’m not shutting you out,” he said.

She turned down the radio until the squeak of the windshield wipers, beating frantically against a fresh onslaught of rain, was the only sound. “You found something at that house. What was it?”

He scowled at the gray sky. The constant damp made the car feel more like a cocoon. “It’s nothing, like I said.”

“Then why’d you take it?”

Realizing she wouldn’t let the subject go, he pulled the cover of the dishwasher manual out of his coat and handed it to her.

She read it, then frowned at him. “This is directions to an Indian casino.”

“See what I mean?”

“No, I don’t. Why do you want it?”

He adjusted the heat coming into the car. “It’s written by hand.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “You think Malcolm Turner wrote this?”

“I think he could’ve written it. The gambling would appeal to him. That’s what caught my attention.”

“I doubt handwriting evidence would ever trump DNA evidence,” she said, but she spoke slowly, as if she was still considering his find, wondering about its value. “But I guess if the handwriting matched, it would show us that your Wesley Boss and my Wesley Boss are indeed the same man. Right now, all we have to connect the murders and the kidnappings is the name and those cryptic comments your Wesley Boss made about the ‘sisters.’”




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