Mariah Stewart - Last Words

“Are you thinking the killer is someone local, Chief Beck?”

“That’s certainly a possibility. He did know where to take the victim’s body.” Someone started to ask another question, but Beck held up his hand to hold it off. “Then again, he could have seen her address on her driver’s license and gone straight to MapQuest. The point is we don’t know anything about the killer except that he’s a sadistic SOB. As Chief Daley said, this is an ongoing investigation, and it will continue until the killer is caught. The St. Dennis police department is ready to give whatever assistance Chief Daley wants or needs.”

“So what you’re saying is, the small towns in this part of the bay have banded together to track down the killer.”

“You could say that.”

“You think you’ll find him before he strikes again?”

“We’ll do our best. But since we have no reason to believe he’s going to strike again, I think you should be very careful in how you present this story.” Beck scanned the scene. The few reporters who’d shown up expecting little from their assignment had been handed a plum. Everyone’s eyes seemed to glow with the prospect of covering a sensational murder-maybe more than one. He could feel their excitement and knew they couldn’t wait to get the story out there. If they caused an unnecessary panic, well, that would give the story legs. Good for them, hell for everyone else. “Be responsible, okay? Don’t be careless with your words.”

“Chief Beck, I was at the Harbor Festival in St. Dennis over the weekend,” Rosalie Ahearn said as she fished around in her tote bag for something. She pulled out a brochure of some kind and opened it. “It looks as if you have a lot of activities planned to bring tourists in over the summer, lots of special weekend festivals and attractions to keep people coming back.”

“The Chamber of Commerce has been very busy.” He nodded. “The town’s reputation has really started to spread over the past few years. There’s a lot there for people to see and do, lots of shopping, good places to eat. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did. But Chief, are you afraid that this killer being out there might scare people away?”

Beck frowned. “First of all, there’s no reason to think that Colleen Preston’s killer is ‘out there.’ For all we know, this was a random murder and the killer is long gone. Secondly, you’re assuming he’s going to kill again, and you’re assuming that he’s closing in on St. Dennis. None of that follows, Rosalie. I think you’re angling for a story where there is none. Let’s just keep the facts in mind. So far we’ve had one victim, in Ballard, which is several miles from St. Dennis. Let’s leave it at that, okay?”

“I think she’s just saying, with St. Dennis bringing in so many people every week, and it being so close to Ballard-” Carl Patterson began.

“I know what she’s saying.” Beck turned cold blue eyes on the reporter. “And I’m saying it’s a waste of time to speculate in that manner.”

“What exactly are you doing to help identify the killer?” Carl persisted.

Beck turned around to Warren Daley and said, “I’ll let you take it from here.”

“Right now, we’re waiting for the lab reports to see if he left us anything to remember him by. At first glance, I’d say he was very careful not to leave any trace, but the lab techs will let us know if he slipped up there. In the meantime, we’re looking for other missing persons reports…”

“So you do think there are more victims,” Rosalie noted with some satisfaction. “Are you going to call in the FBI?”

Warren Daley sighed heavily. “No one said anything about there being more victims. But we did feel it would be prudent to check back and see if there were other missing women who hadn’t turned up…”

“Over how many years?” Jenna asked. “How many years are you going back?”

“We haven’t put a limit on it,” Daley told them. “And no, so far, we haven’t found any. It was just an idea.”

“How about the FBI?” Rosalie repeated. “Are you going to call them in?”

“At this point I see no reason to do that.”

“But isn’t your department connected to the FBI’s VICAP database?”

“Not yet.”

“But it’s free, isn’t it?”

“Last time we looked into it, our computer guy told us we didn’t have the right software to support it. And at this time, I’ve got nothing further to say,” Daley told the group. “The investigation is just beginning, so I’ll end this with a promise to keep you up to date when we have something to report. Thanks for coming.”

Several of the reporters continued to ask questions as Chief Daley made his way from the room. The visiting police chiefs chatted briefly before heading to the parking lots and their cars. Beck had just unlocked his vehicle when he saw Rosalie Ahern walking across the parking lot.

“Chief Beck,” she called to him.

He opened the car door and leaned on it, watching her approach.

“I was just about to ask before Chief Daley pulled the plug.” She was slightly out of breath as she came toward him. “Have you ever seen a case like this one, where the killer did something like that to his victim?”

“No.” He shook his head side to side. “Never saw anything like it.”

“Why do you think he did that?” She was squinting, looking into the sun, fumbling in her bag for her sunglasses. “What’s your gut tell you about this guy?”

Beck paused. He wasn’t about to tell this young reporter, so eager to cover what was most likely her first really big story, what his gut was saying about Colleen Preston’s killer.

“My gut’s not into speculation.”

“Well, do you really think this was a random killing? Or do you think he’s going to strike again?”

“Rosalie, I honestly don’t know. This guy could be anyone, he could be anywhere. We just don’t know.” He got into his car and put his seat belt on. “The truth is, we know squat, and until we have something to go on, as Chief Daley said, it’s irresponsible to speculate.”

“Do you agree with Chief Daley’s decision not to contact the FBI to look for similar cases?”

“It’s Chief Daley’s case,” Beck said diplomatically. “It’s his call.”

“I’m getting the feeling it wouldn’t be your call.”

“It doesn’t matter what I’d do. It’s not my case. I’ll help out in any way I can, I’ll put on extra patrols until this guy is caught. I’ll walk the streets myself if I have to. But I won’t second-guess Warren Daley and I won’t presume to tell him how to do his job. Maybe you shouldn’t, either.”

“Is St. Dennis looped into the VICAP system that Carl was talking about?”

“Yes.”

“You could probably look for similar crimes on your own, then, even if Chief Daley didn’t.”

“I don’t like the critical tone of your voice. You have no idea what it’s like to deal with the budget in a small town.”

“But I thought VICAP was a free service-”

“The upgraded computers aren’t.”

He slammed the car door and rolled down the window.

“Chief, one more thing.” Rosalie stepped closer to the car as he turned the key in the ignition. “Where do you think Mindy Kenneher is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think there were others? Before Colleen Preston? Do you think any other bodies will turn up, wrapped up like that?”

“I wish I knew…” Beck waved as he pulled out of the parking space and headed for St. Dennis.

“…so if anyone believes the disappearance of Mindy Kenneher and the disappearance and murder of Colleen Preston are related, they’re not saying.” Rosalie Ahern was speaking directly into the camera. “When I asked the chief of police in nearby St. Dennis, Gabriel Beck, if he thought there were other victims before Colleen Preston, all he said was that he wished he knew.”