“You’re sure.”
“Yeah, I remember it now. It was pretty unusual to have a lawyer involved in a case, as the victim. I didn’t testify because I didn’t see anything. I remember Bannick being really pissed because he was a lawyer and he thought the judge should’ve seen things his way.”
“You seen Bannick since then?”
“Sure. After he got elected to the circuit court, I saw him all the time. But I’ve been gone for years now. Haven’t missed it for a minute.”
“No word from him since you left the force?”
“No reason to.”
“Thanks. I may need to call you later.”
“Anytime.”
As they talked, Ozment’s staff ran the tag numbers on the investigator’s car. It was a rental. His story barely stuck together. If Ozment had shown any more interest, he would have tracked down Jeff Dunlap. But an old city court case was of no interest.
As Tabor drove away in his rental, he called his client.
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Jeri felt dizzy and her knees were weak. She reclined on the sofa in her cluttered condo, closed her eyes, and made herself breathe deeply. Eight dead people in seven different states. Seven victims of the same type of strangulation, all unlucky enough to have bumped into Ross Bannick along the way.
The cops in Biloxi would never find Norris Ozment, and they would never know of the courtroom altercation between Lanny Verno and Bannick. They would dig deep enough to know that Verno’s criminal record was only a DUI in Florida, and they would dismiss that as nothing. Verno was, after all, the victim, not the killer, and they were not too concerned with his past. The case was already cold, the investigation at a dead end.
The killer had stalked his prey for almost thirteen years. He was far ahead of the police.
Breathe deep, she told herself. You can’t solve all the murders. You just need one.
15
In addition to the substantial increase in salary, which she was happy to accept, and the larger office, which she was even happier to decline, her promotion offered little in the way of perks. One, though, was a state-owned vehicle, a late model Impala with low mileage. Not too many years earlier, all of the investigators drove state cars and never worried about their travel expenses. Budget cuts had changed things.
Lacy had decided that Darren Trope would become her wingman, and as such he would do a lot of the driving. He would soon learn of the mysterious witness and her breathtaking accusations, though he would not know her real identity, at least not in the near future.
Darren parked in the half-empty lot of a hotel beside Interstate 10 a few miles west of Tallahassee. Lacy said, “The contact will watch us enter the hotel, so the contact knows you are here.”
“The contact?”
“Sorry, but that’s as far as I can go right now.”
“I love it. All this intrigue.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting into. Just hang out in the lobby or the café.”
“Where are you meeting this contact?”
“A room on the third floor.”
“And you feel safe?”
“Sure, plus I have you downstairs ready to come to my rescue. Got your gun?”
“Forgot it.”
“What kind of agent are you?”
“I don’t know. I thought I was just a lowly investigator working for minimum wage.”
“I’ll get you a raise. If I’m not back in an hour, then assume I’ve been kidnapped and probably tortured.”
“And then I do what?”
“Run.”
“You got it. So look, Lacy, what exactly is the purpose of this little rendezvous?”
“Right. What are we doing here? I expect the contact will hand me a formal complaint against a circuit court judge, and in the complaint there will be allegations that the judge has committed murder while on the bench. Perhaps more than once. I have tried numerous times to send the contact away, preferably to the FBI or some other crime-fighting outfit, but the contact is adamant and frightened. The investigation, whatever it looks like, will begin with us. And where it ends, I have no idea.”
“And you know this contact pretty well?”
“No. We met two weeks ago. In the coffee shop, ground floor of Siler. You took her photo.”
“Oh, so that’s the woman?”
“Yep.”
“Do you believe her?”
“I think so. I go back and forth. It’s an outrageous accusation, but the contact presents some pretty strong circumstantial evidence. No real proof, mind you, but enough suspicion to make things interesting.”