Jonathan Kellerman - Bones

“Yes.”

“It didn’t make you wonder.”

“About what?”

“Simone’s sexual preferences?”

Huck’s eyes turned fiery. “I didn’t care.”

I said, “Later, after you were involved, Simone told you she’d met Selena at a party.”

Nod.

“What did she say about the party?”

“Just a party.”

“Tea and cookies?”

Silence.

He said, “Later, I had ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?”

“In the backyard… after the licking, he got up and Simone stretched on the teak lounge and…” Wincing. “She had a razor blade. He came back, tasted her. He brought things with him. Ropes-beads-big huge plastic… I turned from that, didn’t want to look, but I could hear. He said, ‘Party time.’ She said, ‘Golden hands. Baby. All we’re missing is her and the piano.’ ”

Huck shook his head; dripped sweat onto the desk. Debora Wallenburg saw it, let the spatter sit there.

I said, “Party time. Meaning…”

“Selena was into the same things.” Looking to me for confirmation.

“When you heard about Selena’s murder, you developed a theory about what happened to her.”

“A feeling.”

“When we came to tell you about Selena, you didn’t mention that feeling.”

“I was… I didn’t… you put fog in my head. Finally, it drifted out and I had the feeling. I didn’t know what to do.”

Without opening his eyes, Milo said, “You could’ve picked up the phone.”

Wallenburg said, “And told you what? He had an intuition.”

Milo favored her with an avuncular smile. “On whodunit cases, Counselor, we take anything we can get.”

“Oh, sure. You would’ve believed him.”

Huck said, “I was going to tell Simon. If.”

I said, “If what?”

“I told anyone.”

Reed said, “If. Longest word in the dictionary.”

“I thought about it,” said Huck. “Telling Simon. But she’s his daughter, he loves her. I do errands.”

“So you did nothing,” said Reed.

“No, I… I phoned him, to hear his voice, maybe his voice would tell me what to do. He didn’t answer. I kept trying. He didn’t answer. I e-mailed. He didn’t answer. I switched to Nadine’s e-mail, she didn’t answer. Then I started worrying. Then those other women got… I heard about them and said, ‘Those are the women you go to.’ ”

I said, “So you ran.”

“I killed someone, I pay for sex. I knew Selena. Everyone else is rich. ” Turning to Wallenburg. “You told me to come back, I disobeyed.”

“Travis, it’s not a matter of dis-”

Milo got up, walked to the front of the desk, focused on Huck.

“That the whole story, pal?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Some yarn.”

“Put me back in a cage, sir. I deserve what you want to give me.”

“That so?”

Wallenburg shot to her feet, thrust her arm between Huck and Milo. “That was not an admission of guilt.”

Milo said, “Selena, the hookers, one big setup just to frame you. Convenient.”

“For God’s sake, can’t you see it?” said Wallenburg. “Superficially, he’s the perfect scapegoat.”

“Superficially?”

“Look at his core: a man who was railroaded but harbors no anger. Who’s led a totally nonviolent life-who saved a baby, for God’s sake.”

“I didn’t save her, Debora. I just lifted her from the sidewalk and-”

“Shut up, Travis! You’ve seen how Brandeen looks at you. If you hadn’t found her, that bastard might’ve come back and beat her to death the way he beat her mother to death.”

“Debora-”

“Don’t Debora me, Travis. It’s about time you got smart and started looking after yourself. You were stupid to run, stupid not to return when I told you to. Now you’re being a total blithering idiot.”

“I-”

“Life sucks, fine, we all get that, Travis. But you are not to blame for this particular disaster and if you stick to the facts, the police will believe you.”

Looking at Milo.

He remained silent.

Huck said, “I let it all happen, Debora-”

“You were their gofer, Travis. You are not a cosmic watchdog. If you’d said anything negative about Simone, you’d have lost your job and she would’ve remained free to charm her father and go about her plan.”

“What plan are we talking about?” said Reed.

“A hundred-and-thirty-three-million-dollar plan,” said Wallenburg. “That girl would never have been deterred. Never.”

Milo said, “Pretty precise figure.”

Wallenburg’s smile was icy.

Milo said, “If that’s the case, we’re talking about a real long -term plan. Killing prostitutes over a fifteen-month period, dumping them in sequence, just to set up the Vanders as a thrill kill?”

“We’re talking about a hundred thirty-three million worth of incentive, Lieutenant. Selena’s murder got you focused on the Vanders, which led you to Travis. The three women made all of it look psychopathic. That conniving little bitch spoon-fed you Travis. Given his history, she knew you’d put on your blinders.”

“Garsh,” said Milo. “Can someone tell me the way to Keystone?”

“A hundred and thirty-three million, Lieutenant. A year’s worth of planning doesn’t seem too much for that pot of gold.”

“Be a great movie.”

“Oscar for documentary, Lieutenant.”

“We’re supposed to buy it because of Mr. Huck’s feelings. In here.” Massaging the swell of his belly.

“You’re supposed to buy it because it’s true and it makes sense and you haven’t a shred of evidence tying Travis to a single act of violence.”

Milo flashed his happy-wolf grin. Bent over the desk and put his face inches from Huck’s.

Huck licked his lips.

Wallenburg said, “There’s no need for physical intimida-”

“Travis, I like your stories. Now tell me another one.”

“About what, sir?”

“The blood we found in the drain of your bedroom sink.”

Huck’s Adam’s apple rose and fell. “I… maybe I cut my hands… I go off balance. Headaches, maybe I got a cut and washed it.”

“Got any scabs?”

Inspecting Huck’s hands. “Nope, clean.”

Huck said, “Put me in a cage, I don’t care.”

“What’s your blood type, son?”

“O positive.”

“AB’s what we found in your drain.”

Huck turned white.

Milo placed his paw atop Huck’s left hand. Huck’s fingers clasped Milo’s, like a child wanting security.

“Tell us about AB, son.”

“Simon,” said Huck. “It’s rare. He always gets asked to donate.”

“Looks like he donated some to your drain. Tell me another story, son.”

Wallenburg said, “Someone who’d slaughter people in a calculated manner would have no problem planting blood in a damn drain. Simone had access to that house-I’ll bet Weir did, too-of course he did, given his relationship with Simone, all she had to do was give him a damn key and-”

Still gripping Milo’s hand, Huck held out his free arm. “Put me in a cage.”

“Don’t say another word, Travis!”

Milo said, “Counselor, looks like we’ve come to a sort of consensus. Get up please, son. We’re going to read you your rights and take you into custody.”

“I agree,” said Huck.

Wallenburg shot to her feet, clamped her hands on Huck’s shoulders. “On what charges?”

“We’ll start with a whole bunch of 187s, go on from there.”

Her turn to tremble. “You’re making a disastrous mistake.”

Reed said, “You’re really committed to this guy. What am I not seeing?”