“You don’t think he’d surprise me by coming here,” she said.
Now she was beginning to consider the possibilities. “He could.”
“Oh, God. What would I do?”
From his second-story window, Sebastian could see people wearing business suits, getting into cars parked on the shiny pavement below. “You’d play along, buy whatever story he’s selling. If he tells you he’s been hiding behind an alias because he’s in the witness protection program, or he’s in the CIA, or the Feds are after him because he claims to have seen a UFO-whatever he says-act as if you believe it. Your life could depend on it.”
A nervous laugh preceded her response. “That sounds ominous.”
For her, their little fishing expedition had been all fun and games. Until now. These flowers made it real. The fact that Malcolm could get Mary’s home address so easily, the fact that he already had it and was probably far closer to Sacramento than he’d let on, made anything possible. “You okay?” he asked.
“Of course. It’s just…I’ve got kids.” Her voice took on a beseeching quality. “He wouldn’t hurt either of them, would he?”
Sebastian couldn’t say what Malcolm would do. Malcolm had no conscience, nothing to inhibit his behavior, or he could never have planned and executed the deaths of Emily and Colton. Sebastian was sure only of Malcolm’s self-interest. Narcissism was his most consistent trait. “He won’t have any reason to hurt you as long as he doesn’t find out about me.”
“So if he shows up here, should I slip away and call you?”
“Only slip away if you’re positive he won’t catch you. Dial 9-1-1, then call me. Your safety comes before anything else.”
“My safety? Now you’re really scaring me.”
Sebastian couldn’t tell her to relax. She needed to be on guard. Last night, when he was exchanging messages with “Wesley Boss,” he’d represented her as more interested in her old flame than she really was. He’d been hoping to achieve the meeting he was after-not this. What if Malcolm appeared on her doorstep expecting her to fall into his arms, but she refused to sleep with him? He might regret revealing himself and decide to tie up loose ends.
“I’ll send him a message thanking him for the flowers and push for a rendezvous so he won’t feel like he needs to come to your house,” he said.
“Shouldn’t I send that message?” she asked.
“Why?”
“I don’t like not knowing what’s going on. It makes me uneasy. You talked to him last night and today I received flowers for the first time.”
The aroma of brewing coffee drew Sebastian back to the motel bathroom. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Just keep your head down.”
“So I don’t get caught in the cross fire.”
He wished he could frame his request in a more positive light, but his conscience demanded he not downplay the seriousness of the situation to meet his own goals. “More or less.”
She released an audible sigh. “Wow. This sucks.”
A beep signaled an incoming call.
“It should be over soon,” he promised and held his phone so he could see caller ID. It showed a local number, one he didn’t recognize. “I’ve got to go. I’ll check in with you later.”
“Okay,” she said, but he could tell she wasn’t happy to get off the phone. She’d gone along with his plans to ensnare Malcolm partly because of the friendship that’d developed between them, and Sebastian felt guilty for taking advantage of her. But they’d come too far. Malcolm was interested in her, already knew her address. There was no way out.
“Take care,” he said and switched to the other line.
“Hello?”
The voice was deep, masculine and far more confident than Jane had expected. “Mr. Costas?”
“Yes?”
Although Jane was ready for work, she hadn’t left the house yet. “My name is Jane Burke. I’m a caseworker at The Last Stand-”
“How’d you get my number?” he interrupted.
“Detective Willis with the Sacramento Police Department passed it to me. He said you visited the station a few weeks ago, inquiring about a man named Wesley Boss.”
“And you’re somehow related to the Sacramento police?”
Sebastian certainly didn’t seem like some revenge-crazed lunatic. He sounded brisk, impatient-someone who thought fast and expected others to keep up or go away.
“Loosely.” Dressed in an Ann Taylor sweater and slacks, she was just sliding her feet into a pair of pumps that’d cost her far too much. She’d developed expensive tastes when she was a wealthy dentist’s wife. It’d been a long time since she could afford the kind of wardrobe she’d once enjoyed, but she’d splurged on this outfit the day she hit her goal weight a year ago. Now she was even more slender. “As I was saying, I’m with The Last Stand, a victims’ charity here in Sacramento, and I’m currently involved in an investigation in which Boss’s name has surfaced. I was wondering if we could get together. I have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”
“What sort of investigation are you talking about?”
Jane packed her briefcase while she talked. “An abduction. Two African-American teens were taken three weeks ago.”
“That doesn’t sound like the man I’m looking for.”
She dropped the file folder she’d grabbed and straightened. She’d expected him to immediately agree. Wasn’t he the one who’d shown up in Sacramento, asking for help-asking for answers? “How many men named Wesley Boss are there in this area?” she asked.
“In Northern California? None that I’ve been able to find.”
“My point exactly. And I’m telling you I’ve come up with one.”
“I’ve already got a lead on the man I’ve been searching for, and I have a big day ahead of me, Ms…what did you say your name was?”
“Burke. Jane Burke.” She folded her arms. “You don’t think there’s any chance they could be one and the same?”
“No way. My Wesley Boss is the biggest racist I’ve ever known.”
“He’s white?”
“He’s white. And he’d never touch a woman who wasn’t.”
“You know him that well?”
“I should. He was my son’s stepfather. I heard what he said when Colton took a Japanese girl to Homecoming.”