Robin Burcell - Face of a Killer

And then nothing.

“What is it?” Carillo asked, no doubt seeing the look of shock on her face. Sydney couldn’t help but glance around, at everyone across the street, wondering if any of them had called while watching the fire, watching her.

“Someone who thinks I should be next,” she said, pressing the button to prompt a repeat, then handing the phone to Carillo.

He listened, eyed the crowd across the street just as she’d done. “Our Jane Doe killer?” he said, handing her the phone.

She checked the incoming number that showed up on her cell phone screen. Restricted. No number listed. Sydney showed the screen to Carillo. “What the hell is going on? How would he get my number?”

“One possibility,” Carillo said. “It isn’t the Jane Doe killer. Whoever this caller is, he already knew you. He’s the hit that Scotty is investigating.”

“Great. This can’t get any worse.”

Scotty asked, “What’s wrong?”

She repeated to him what the caller had said, just as Dixon pulled up. Scotty also looked across the street. “You see anyone who doesn’t belong?”

“I see a lot of people who don’t belong. It’s not like I know all my neighbors here.”

Scotty nodded to Carillo. “Let’s go take some names.”

They crossed the street just as Dixon walked over. He glanced up at her apartment and wasted no time saying, “This have anything to do with your unofficial investigation that you’re not investigating?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Sydney said, unable to deal with much more tonight. Sydney glanced at Rainie’s window, saw Angie glued to the glass, watching everything, Jake standing behind her, his arms crossed, clearly waiting for her to come in and discuss the situation with him. Her mother wasn’t with him, and she wondered where she was, what he’d told her. “Carillo can fill you in. I think my stepfather wants to see me.”

She left him and walked into Rainie’s house.

Angie barely spared her a glance, intent on watching Maggie walking down the steps. “She’s the one who collects all the evidence. That’s what I want to do!”

“College first,” Jake said, no doubt now, more than ever, dead set against her going into law enforcement. He wanted her to be a doctor.

“Where’s Rainie?” Sydney asked.

“In the kitchen,” Angie said. “Making coffee and hot chocolate.”

Sydney glanced at Jake, who nodded toward the kitchen, indicating he wanted to talk to her in there, alone.

They walked into the kitchen, and Rainie handed her a cup of coffee. The warm mug felt wonderful in her hands. “How’re you holding up?” she asked, stirring some chocolate on the stove.

“Not bad, considering.”

Rainie glanced behind her to Jake. “Would you like some coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

She poured the cocoa into two cups and took a can of whipped cream from the fridge, crowning the top of each cup with a generous portion. “We’ll be in the living room. Just close the kitchen door.”

She took the mugs, walked out, and Sydney closed the door, then faced Jake.

To say that he was angry was an understatement. “She could’ve been killed,” he said, trying to keep his voice low. “What the hell is going on? You have no idea what went through my-”

“Daddy? You’re not mad at Sydney, are you?”

He caught his breath, and Angie pushed through the kitchen door, ran into his arms, and he held her for several seconds, saying nothing, his eyes tightly closed, then just whispered her name. Finally he looked down at her, holding her face. “No, sweetheart. Just scared. You have your stuff?”

Rainie moved into the doorway, threw Sydney an apologetic look, then held up Angie’s little purple backpack. “Got it right here,” she said, handing it to Jake.

“Kiss your sister good-bye. We have to go.”

“But Daddy, I’m not done with-” Apparently Angie thought better of trying to cajole him, and she walked up, gave Sydney a hug and a kiss, and said, “I’m sorry about your kitchen.”

“Yeah, well, it needed repainting anyway.”

“The fire engines were so cool,” she said, with a quick smile, then glanced at her father, who nodded toward Rainie. “Thanks for the sundaes, Rainie.”

“You’re welcome, Angie.”

Jake gave her one last look, then guided Angie out the door, and Sydney heard her ask him, “Did Sydney do something wrong, Daddy?”

“We need to hurry. You’re mother’s waiting for us at home.”

Sydney watched them walk out, Angie’s hand clasped in his, and as they passed the men standing out front, Angie gave a wave to Carillo, and he winked at her. Scotty said something to Jake, who hesitated, then apparently sent Angie to the car by herself. “I’ll be right back,” Sydney told Rainie.

Dixon pinned his gaze on her as she walked out, and asked, “What’s this about the Jane Doe killer calling you?”

She glanced toward Jake and Scotty, who seemed deep in conversation, and said, “I have no idea who it was. Didn’t Carillo tell you?”

“I’d like to hear it from you.”

She gave him a quick rundown of the call. “Only problem I see is that it doesn’t fit the killer’s profile.”

“So it would seem,” Dixon replied. “Unless you recall during your sketch interview of Tara Brown that she mentioned her attacker smelled like fire. That was why you ran off to Houston, wasn’t it?”

“Smoke from a fire,” Sydney said, recalling her excuse to get to Houston. “I think Tara’s case was the anomaly. Reno. Maybe he stopped and lit a campfire between here and there-”

Dixon gave her a stern look, and Sydney clamped her mouth shut, feeling Jake’s gaze burn into her. “I think Scotty needs to expand the surveillance to your parents’ and sister’s house as well.”

To which Jake said, “I don’t need anyone watching my family.”

Carillo asked, “Why would you want to take a chance?”

“I can handle my own family.” His gaze lit on Sydney as he added, “At least most of my family.” And then he walked off, got into the car with Angie, and drove away.

Carillo watched his car disappear around the corner, no doubt checking to see if he was being followed-because Sydney was doing the same.

Scotty looked at her and said, “I’ll get a team out to keep an eye on your mother’s house.”

Carillo said, “Don’t worry, Fitz, he won’t even know we’re doing it.”

Dixon nodded. “Probably best. Don’t want anyone walking into any surprises.” He looked at his watch. “Carillo, take Sydney to a hotel. You and Ren sit with her tonight. Scotty, I assume you’re taking this to the next level? We’re done playing games?”

Scotty took a deep breath, glanced at Sydney, and she thought she saw the weight of the world on his shoulders as he said, “I just talked to HQ. They want us to go in, make the arrest tonight. We still don’t know if Gnoble was part of it, but maybe after we interrogate that slimy aide of his, put the fear of God in him…”

He walked off, pulling out his phone.

Sydney turned to Carillo. “Before we go, I need to talk to you. Privately.” She drew Carillo away.

“What’s up?” Carillo asked.

“I’m going to talk to Wheeler again. I want to show him those photos.”

“Why bother? The guy’s not worth your time.”

“For my own peace of mind? The bastard lied to me. Here I am, busting my butt to help him, putting my job on the line-”

“Before you get worked up, think about who you were really doing it for.”

“Okay. Maybe I was being selfish, but he certainly would have benefited. I can’t believe I believed him…”

“What do they teach you at Basic?”

She met Carillo’s gaze. “ Everybody lies.”