Erica Spindler - Copy Cat

“Yes.”

“What about the lock of hair Peanut left for you? Or the box of clippings and lip gloss found at Buddy Brown’s apartment?”

“Until DNA comes back we don’t know if they’re for real, do we?”

“But why, Kitt?” Sal asked. “Why would he do this?”

She cleared her throat. “I don’t know. To punish me.”

“I can’t believe what you’re suggesting,” Sal said. “You’re talking about Joe here.”

“I know. A part of me, a big part can’t…But it’s a scenario. I had to present it.”

“If Joe and Valerie were partners in this scheme, why did she recant the alibi?”

Kitt tightened her grip on the chair back. “She found out Joe and I slept together. Joe claims she’s recanting because he ended their engagement.”

“Which may be true.”

“Yes. It’s all speculation and circumstantial evidence.”

“You’re out of it.”

“I wish I was never ‘in it,’ Sal.”

“Dammit, Kitt!” He leaned forward. “By the books, you promised me. I should suspend you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Obviously, he wasn’t ready to let her off the hook. “What the hell were you doing talking to Valerie Martin, anyway? Didn’t you learn anything from screwing up the SAK investigation? The minute she walked through that door, you should have turned it over to M.C. or somebody else.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you run straight to the suspect, tipping him off. Who do you owe alleg-”

Nan buzzed in and he snatched up the phone. “What!” he barked into the receiver. “Say again?”

Scowling, he laid a hand over the mouthpiece and looked at her. “Did you authorize someone named Danny coming up?”

“Danny?” she repeated, confused. “Coming up where?”

“Here, the bureau. He appeared in the office, looking for you.”

A confrontation with her friend was the last thing she needed right now. “I did not,” she said, standing. “I’ll get rid of-”

“Stay where you are, Detective! You’re not off the hot seat quite yet.”

He told the secretary to have him wait, then picked up where he had left off. “Whom do you owe allegiance to, Kitt? Your job? Or Joe?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

And I feel as if my heart is being torn from my body.

“Let me ask you this, Kitt. What do you believe?”

She gazed at her superior officer, considering her answer. What did she believe-with her gut? The part of her that, if she could filter out the static, never let her down?

Problem was, she couldn’t filter it out. She couldn’t separate her head and her heart. Her heart’s call was too loud.

She shook her head. “I can’t be objective, Sal.”

Sal narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at Sergeant Haas. “Send Allen and White to pick up Valerie Martin.”

The other man got on it without comment, and Sal stood. “Time to visit with Joe.”

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

3:35 p.m.

Kitt found Danny in the hallway outside the VCB, pacing. When he saw her, he stopped pacing, expression almost comically relieved.

She drew him away from the door. “What are you doing here, Danny?”

“I had to talk to you face-to-face.” He lowered his voice. “Before it was too late.”

“Too late for what?”

He shook his head. “Give me another chance. The other night, I blew it. Coming on to you like that, I-”

“I don’t have time for this right now.” A fellow officer passed, sending them a curious glance. “I told you that earlier.”

“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

She thought of Sal and Sergeant Haas, reviewing Valerie’s recorded statement, preparing to question Joe, and she shook her head. “No, Danny, there’s not.”

He stiffened. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are. But I’m working and you shouldn’t be here.”

“You need me.” He grabbed her hands. “You need us. I’m worried about-”

“Give it a rest, will you?” She pulled free of his grasp. “I’m fine. You’re the one who’s acting like he needs help.”

And he was. She had always thought of Danny as someone who had learned from his mistakes and then grown up-fast. He’d seemed mature. Steady. Now she wasn’t so certain. Now it was almost as if he was two people: the supportive friend and the jealous lover.

He flushed. “Forget about it. I tried to warn you.”

She watched him walk away, then called downstairs, to CRU. She told them he was coming down and asked if they would escort him out of the building.

That done, she headed for the interview rooms, checking her messages on the way.

There was one from M.C.

“Kitt, it’s M.C. I think we’ve got him. A clown performed at a party at Rose McGuire’s assisted-living community. I’m going to contact the other families, see if they remember a clown. I’ll keep in touch.”

A clown? If Valerie’s accomplice was the clown, Joe was innocent.

She dialed M.C. and got her voice mail. “Got your FYI. Any more on the clown angle? I’m at the PSB. Major developments on this end. Call me.”

As she ended the call, Sal emerged from the viewing room, nodded in her direction, then headed toward room one. They were ready to begin.

She joined Sergeant Haas. He didn’t glance her way. He had his eyes fixed on the video monitor. She did the same.

Sal entered the interrogation room. “Hello, Joe,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same, but considering the circumstances-”

“Understood.” He pulled out the chair across the table from Joe and sat. “How’ve you been?”

“Frankly, Sal, it’s been a rough couple of years.”

“I know that. I’m sorry.” He paused. “I need to ask you some questions.”

“Kitt said you would.”

“You already know that your fiancée was in this morning.”

“My ex-fiancée. Yes.”

Sal inclined his head in acknowledgment. “She told Kitt she had lied about you and she being together the night of March 6.”

“Actually,” he said, voice steady, “she’s lying now. We were together all night.”

“Can you prove it?”

He thought a moment. “No. But she’ll get over this. She’s angry. And hurt.”

“Because you broke your engagement?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I’m still in love with Kitt.”

Joe had told her that himself, but hearing it spoken that way to Sal took her breath away.

“Tell me about Valerie. What she’s like?”

“She’s patient. A good mother. A real down-to-earth person.”

“That doesn’t sound like the kind of woman who would be vindictive. Or lie to the police.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Joe glanced down at his hands, then back up at Sal. “For her to do this…I must have really hurt her. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Kitt tells me Valerie’s daughter is deaf.”

“That’s right.”

“It must be tough to communicate with her?”

“Not really. She reads lips and signs. The casual observer wouldn’t even realize she was deaf.”

“What’s she like?”

“She’s a sweet kid. Shy, though. Because of her handicap, I guess.”

“Does she make her mother’s life difficult?”

“More than most kids? No. Though, before she could sign, she was wild. Flew into rages. Broke things, would hit Valerie.”

“That’s rather bizarre.”

“The doctors said the behavior was the result of frustration at not being able to communicate. I didn’t know either of them then.”

Sal sat silently, gaze on Joe, as if weighing what Joe had said. Judging its validity. Kitt knew it was an interrogation technique, used to undermine a suspect’s confidence, make them sweat a little.