J. Jance - Deadly Stakes

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“I’m surprised somebody didn’t steal it,” Stuart observed. “What about her purse?”

“No sign of it, but her phone is here. The screen is a mess-looks like it’s been run over by a Mack truck. The miracle is, the phone stayed on. That’s why you were able to find it.”

“What about the iPad?” Stuart asked. He waited, listening to the rustling of B.’s cursory search of the car.

“Not here,” B. said at last. “What next?”

Stuart turned to the computer he had dedicated to accessing Ali’s iCloud account and stared at the screen for Find My Device. “There’s no sign of her iPad anywhere, boss,” he said. “It looks like the damned thing’s off.”

“Have you tried calling the Ralston house?”

“I have. Several times. No answer.”

“That’s my next stop,” B. said. “Give me the address.”

Stuart wasn’t one to sit on his hands in the meantime. He went to Ali’s mail app and began to scroll through the individual messages and notes synced from her iPad, which was like following a trail of virtual bread crumbs recounting Ali’s travels over the past two days. He found names, numbers, and addresses for Sylvia Sanders, Molly Handraker, Valerie Stone, and Gemma Ralston. Among them he found Molly’s listing along with a series of phone numbers.

Stuart paused long enough to try all of them, including another attempt at Doris Ralston’s landline. No one answered any of them. Going through the saved notes, Stu found a listing for Manning, Jack and Gloria. The notation for them said only Palm Springs. There was no accompanying address or phone number.

Still waiting for B. to call back, Stuart scratched his head. Then he realized that, in processing messages from Gemma’s e-mail account, he might have passed over Molly Handraker’s e-mail address. Within seconds, he was working on accessing her account when a shaken B. Simpson called him back ten minutes later.

“Bad news,” he said, his voice breaking. “There’s been a fire.”

“What kind of fire? Where?”

“At the Ralston house. They’ve put up a police perimeter, and I’m on the wrong side of it. People are telling me the house is a complete loss.”

“What house?” Stu asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.

“Doris Ralston’s house!” B. said, his voice thick with despair. “What if Ali’s dead, Stu? What if I’ve lost her?”

“That can’t be,” Stuart said. “How did it start?”

“I have no idea. Firefighters are still actively involved in fighting it. According to the one guy I did talk to, the roof collapsed. That’s only hearsay, because I can’t get close enough to see for myself.”

“I’m sure she’s okay,” Stuart said hurriedly. “Just because the house burned down doesn’t mean she was inside.”

That last bit of reassurance was as much for his own benefit as it was for B.’s. Stuart couldn’t handle the idea that Ali Reynolds might have been in mortal danger while he had done nothing but focus on his growing annoyance about her not returning his message.

“Thanks for saying that,” B. replied, taking a ragged breath, “but it doesn’t look good, does it? If Ali was okay, she would have been in touch with one of us by now.” He paused and then added, “What the hell am I going to tell her parents?” There was uncharacteristic panic in B.’s voice.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Stuart advised, trying to sound calm. “When did the fire start?”

“A neighbor reported seeing smoke and called in the alarm sometime shortly after three. By the time the first engines arrived, the place was fully engulfed. What do we do now, Stu? I’m at a loss. If Ali is dead and this turns out to be arson, whoever set it is guilty of murder.”

“When will they know if it’s arson or not?” Stuart asked.

“It’ll be a while,” B. said. “The fire’s still too hot and the structure too unstable to send investigators inside, and until they do, we won’t know about possible victims. In the meantime, I’m going to call Dave Holman. He may be able to pull some strings to get me inside the perimeter.”

“You do that,” Stuart said. “I’ll see what I can do on this end.”

“Wait,” B. said. “Something else just occurred to me. When I went to check on the Cayenne, I’m sure I saw security cameras in the parking lot at the Renewal Center. Just because they have cameras doesn’t mean they were running at the time, but why don’t you see if you can access them. Somebody went to the trouble of dropping Ali’s car off there. I’d like to know who did it and when.”

“I’m on it,” Stuart said.

Because it was the thing most likely to give them a concrete lead, he did that first. Stuart was an old hand at getting inside other people’s secure surveillance systems, and this one was no exception. In fact, the system was so ridiculously simple to hack in to that it occurred to Stuart that someone from High Noon should probably talk to them about upgrading. Once he had access to the videos, he used the timing of the fire as a marker and looked at recordings that were time-stamped between two-thirty and three P.M. He soon found what he expected to find.

At 2:46:35 he spotted a vehicle that looked like Ali’s Cayenne nosing into the parking lot. It drove past innumerable empty spots before pulling into one that was as distant as possible from the camera’s stationary location. The Cayenne was followed by a large black Mercedes, an S550 sedan, with a solo male driver. While Stuart watched, a woman who was clearly not Ali got out of the Cayenne, walked over to the second vehicle, and climbed into the passenger seat. Moments later, the Mercedes exited the parking lot and sped westbound on Lincoln.

Stuart tried enhancing the image enough to read the vehicle license, but it didn’t work. He sat there, staring blindly at the computer screen and wondering what to do next. He couldn’t dodge the gut feeling that told him Barry Handraker was an important part of whatever was going on. If so, where was the point of contact? The wife? Yes, but did that mean Molly Handraker was an active participant, or was she a victim? Remembering that Molly had worked for battered-women’s shelters prior to leaving Minnesota, Stuart suspected he knew the answer. Once the fire department made it into the burned-out house, they would find the charred remains of three victims-Molly; her mother, Doris Ralston; and Ali Reynolds, while Barry Handraker would once again disappear into the ethers.

“Not if I can help it,” Stuart muttered under his breath.

That was when he decided to come at the problem from a different angle. He went straight back to Ali’s notes and looked up Molly’s phone numbers. What he did next was entirely illegal and completely necessary. Within a matter of moments, he was examining not only Molly Handraker’s phone records but her mother’s. Once the numbers were laid out in front of him, what struck him as odd was the sheer volume of phone calls from Doris Ralston’s landline to an unlisted number in Las Vegas. A little more sleuthing disclosed that the landline was located in a unit in Turnberry Towers and bills for that number were being sent to Doris Ralston’s Phoenix address.

Stuart was puzzling over what to do with that information when a sudden movement on the iCloud-dedicated computer caught his eye. He watched as a map gradually filled in the blanks on the Find My Device screen. As soon as it finished, he verified the location and then grabbed his phone to call B.

“Guess what,” he announced breathlessly. “Ali’s iPad just phoned home. It’s at the Love’s Travel Stop, a truck stop just east of Kingman.”

“Kingman,” B. echoed. He sounded enormously relieved but puzzled. “What would Ali be doing there?”

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