Linwood Barclay - The Twenty-Three

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Everything has been leading to this.
It's the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, May 23rd, and the small town of Promise Falls, New York, has found itself in the midst of a full-blown catastrophe. Hundreds of people are going to the hospital with similar flu-like symptoms – and dozens have died. Investigators quickly zero in on the water supply. But the question for many, including private investigator Cal Weaver, remains: Who would benefit from a mass poisoning of this town?
Meanwhile, Detective Barry Duckworth is faced with another problem. A college student has been murdered, and he's seen the killer's handiwork before – in the unsolved homicides of two other women in town. Suddenly, all the strange things that have happened in the last month start to add up. Bloody mannequins found in car "23" of an abandoned Ferris wheel, a fiery, out-of-control bus with "23" on the back, that same number on the hoodie of a man accused of assault. The motive for harming the people of Promise Falls points to the number 23 – and working out why will bring Duckworth closer to death than he's ever been before.

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But just because people move, it doesn’t make them different people.

Clive never passed up an opportunity to tell Joyce how she looked. Was she working out? Was she on a diet? Those pants sure fit nice. He’d tried to get through the door at the same moment she did, the back of a hand inadvertently touching her breast. The other numbnuts she worked with told her not to worry about it, that Clive didn’t mean anything by it-that was just the way he was.

And then came the guy in the hoodie.

Attacking women on campus, dragging them into the bushes. None of the female students had been raped or beaten, but that didn’t exactly put anyone at ease. The next attack, they feared, could be worse.

The assaults would escalate .

So rather than bring in the local cops, Duncomb decided they’d run a sting operation themselves. He persuaded Joyce to walk late at night along a wooded path, just daring the son of a bitch to show up. He tried to talk her into dressing up like a hooker-boots and fishnets, the whole nine yards-but Joyce pointed out to him that ladies of the evening had not been their guy’s victim of choice.

Fine, Duncomb said, clearly disappointed. He told her he and the rest of the security team would be watching closely, that she had nothing to worry about, which of course was total bullshit, because the guy did show up, did drag her into the bushes. The funny thing was, once he had her pinned to the ground, he’d told her she had nothing to worry about, that it was all for show, that-

And then Duncomb had burst through the bushes and put a bullet in the guy’s brain.

Joyce took a leave.

She’d pretty much made up her mind not to come back. She’d have a complete nervous breakdown working for that idiot. No way she was ever working for that trigger-happy asshole again.

And then something crazy happened.

The asshole died.

Clive Duncomb was killed. Run down-deliberately, it turned out-by one of the college’s professors. Details were sketchy-the whole thing was still under investigation by the Promise Falls cops-but Clive, his wife, and this English professor and his wife, who’d been killed when that drive-in came crashing down, were part of some sex club.

Well, there’s a shocker.

It would have been more surprising, Joyce thought, if Duncomb hadn’t been mixed up in something like that.

Anyway, the day after Clive had been killed, a call came from the office of the president of Thackeray College. Would Ms. Pilgrim be available to come in for a private lunch?

Not really up to it, she’d said.

The president, she was told, would very much like to speak with her. They would send around a car.

And so they did. A limo. A driver in a suit and tie. Came around and opened the door for her and everything. The driver pointed out to her that between the seats were bottles of water and a choice of snacks. Peanuts, chocolate bars, mints.

For a ten-minute ride!

The president’s private chef prepared lunch in a small, private dining room down the hall from his office. Filet mignon.

Joyce tried to remember whether she’d ever had filet mignon before.

He made his pitch. He wanted her to become the new chief of security.

“Not a chance,” she told him.

He told her that the college had made a serious error in judgment when it had hired Clive Duncomb. They had not done a thorough enough background check. They had been dazzled by his time on the Boston PD, had assumed a man with that kind of experience would be a perfect candidate.

“We could not have been more wrong,” the president said.

Duncomb’s failure to bring the Promise Falls police into the hunt for the campus predator had created massive liability problems for Thackeray. The parents of the boy he’d shot dead, Mason Helt, were launching a multimillion-dollar suit against the school. If the police had been brought in, it was unlikely Duncomb would have been running his own sting operation.

Joyce did not mention that she herself had been wondering whether to bring a suit against the college for what Duncomb had put her through.

“You’ve got a clear head,” the president told her. “You’re smart, you’re responsible, and I think it would be sending a strong message that someone like you-”

“A woman,” Joyce Pilgrim said.

“That someone like you was taking over.”

Joyce took a bite of her filet. “How much?”

Once her salary had been sorted, she agreed to take the job.

On a Saturday morning, especially the Saturday morning of a long holiday weekend when the college was pretty much deserted until September, save for a few dozen students who were taking some summer courses, one would not have expected the head of security to be in her office.

But because Joyce was new to the position, she was trying to get herself up to speed. She’d been familiarizing herself with every aspect of the college. Getting to know the staff, at least those who were here. She wanted to completely revamp all the security protocols before students returned in the fall.

Plus, she was getting caught up on e-mails and phone messages. She’d barely gotten started and already she was feeling behind. She was sitting at her desk, on the computer, when the phone rang.

“Security,” Joyce said.

“This is Angela Ferraza, Promise Falls police. Who’s this?”

“Joyce Pilgrim.”

“Ms. Pilgrim, there’s reason to believe Promise Falls’ water supply may have been contaminated, constituting an emergency health hazard. You need to get word out to everyone to not drink the water.”

“What’s happened?” she asked.

“No time to explain. Check our Web site later for further details. I’ve a million more calls to make.”

Ferraza hung up.

Joyce kept the phone to her ear, entered the extension for the college infirmary. She had her doubts anyone would even be there, but someone picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” a woman said.

“It’s Joyce Pilgrim in security. Who’s this?”

“It’s Mavis. How ya doin’, Joyce?”

“Hey, Mavis. Didn’t know if I’d find anybody there.”

“Place is deserted, but as long as there’re kids here somewhere, someone’s gotta be here. I’m getting a lot of reading done.”

“So you haven’t had any sick kids wandering in this morning?”

“Nope. Why?”

“We got word there’s something wrong with the municipal water system. Some kids might show up sick.”

“Doubt that’ll happen anyway,” Mavis said.

“Why’s that?”

“The college isn’t on the town’s water system. Town’s got its own reservoir, has for years. Same source of water that feeds Thackeray Pond.”

“Just the same, in case-what do they call it, the aquifer?-in case it’s something that could get into both water supplies, be aware, okay?”

“Got it.”

“I’m sending out a mass e-mail and text, putting it up on the Web.” The college had the e-mail addresses and phone numbers for all its staff and students and could send out messages to everyone in an instant.

She gave herself a mental kick for not knowing the college didn’t rely on the town for water. What did she think was going on, exactly, in the pumping station at the north end of the campus?

Duh.

When Joyce got off the phone with Mavis, she sent out the mass e-mail, but not before phoning her husband, Ted, at home and telling him not to drink what came out of the tap. They had a house out in the country, and their water came from a private well. But what if the source for that well was the same as the one for the town?

Better safe than sorry.

The light on her phone had been flashing the whole time she’d been sitting here, and she figured now was a good time to get caught up on a few things.

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