Hour Game

"What, he's angling to be charged with five killings instead of six?" asked King. "I don't know about other places, but in Virginia they only execute murderers once. "

Williams groaned and reached for the Advil. "Damn, my head's starting to hurt again."

"Have you seen Bobby Battle's will?" asked Michelle.

Williams swallowed the pills and nodded. "The vast bulk of his estate was left to Remmy."

"Did they hold the property by joint tenancy?" asked King.

"No. A lot was in Bobby's name only, including all his patents. The house went to Remmy automatically, and she had substantial property of her own."

"You said the vast bulk. Where did the remainder go?"

"Some charities. A little bit to Eddie and Dorothea. Not nearly enough to kill for, though."

"How about Sava

"No, she got nothing. But she already had a big trust fund."

"But still, not to leave her anything, that was pretty callous."

"Maybe they weren't all that close," said Bailey.

King looked at him. "How well do you know the family?"

"Eddie and I see each other pretty regularly. We hunt together, and I've gone to some of his reenactments. He's come down to Quantico and toured the FBI Academy. In fact, Remmy and Bobby came down for that, and Mason, the butler, too. I own a couple pieces of Eddie's artwork. Dorothea helped me find my house in Charlottesville. I spent an afternoon with them after his father was killed. It shook him, I can tell you that. I actually think he was more concerned about the effect it had on his mother."

King nodded. "Well, he couldn't have killed his father. He was with us."

"And he was away fighting at reenactments when Rhonda Tyler and Ca

"How about Dorothea?" asked Michelle.

"We checked. She's clean too."

"At the time Bobby Battle died too?" asked King.

"Well, she said she was driving to Richmond for a meeting the next morning."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

King said, "So she really doesn't have an alibi either. Speaking of Dorothea, do you know her well?"

"Like I said, she was my Realtor. But I don't think she's crying herself to sleep because Bobby's dead."

"Happy marriage?" asked Michelle.

"Eddie loves her, I know that. I'm not sure how much that's reciprocated. Actually, between you and me, it wouldn't surprise me if she was catching some action on the side."

"And Sava

"I asked the hired help about that, but they'd all gone to their house by that time, except for Mason, and he doesn't remember seeing her. And she wasn't exactly hitting on all cylinders when we talked to her. I'm going to have to question her again."

"So she's still a suspect too. What about Bobby and Remmy?" asked King.

"What about them?"

"If I told you we had information they'd had a knock-down-drag-out three or four years ago over Bobby's sleeping around, would that surprise you?"

"No. He had that reputation. Some people thought he was over it, but old dogs rarely change their spots."

"Which might be an awfully good motive for killing her husband," said Michelle.

"Possibly," said Bailey.

"How about Remmy?" asked King

"What, that she slept around?" King nodded. "No, never," said Bailey emphatically.

"Mason seems to really think a lot of Remmy," King said.

"I have no doubt he does, but he's not in her league and never will be, if that's what you're implying."

King stared at Bailey for a few seconds, then decided to change the subject. He looked over at Williams. "Has Sylvia finished the post on Junior?"

"Yep," answered Williams, who'd recovered enough from his misery to devour a chocolate doughnut and two cups of coffee. "He died from ligature strangulation, although he'd been beaten over the head with a shovel and a piece of wood prior to that. Damn lot of blood."

"We know," said King dryly.

"Right," said the chief. "Anyway, Sylvia thinks she might have some trace on the guy this time. And the tech team pulled up some fibers that didn't match anything Junior had on. And we also got a partial tire track nearby. Might be the car he got away in."

"Better check those fibers against my clothes," said King. "I… I had some contact with Junior when the shooting started."

"Speaking of shooting, you got the bullets from the tires?" asked Michelle.

"They were forty-four calibers," said Williams. "Nothing special. Hope we get a gun to match it against at some point."

"The guy had a laser aimer, that's pretty specialized," said King.

"Junior's belt buckle was also missing," noted Williams.

"Another trophy," said Michelle.

"Looks like Junior fought hard," said Bailey. "Lots of defensive wounds on his hands and forearm. And a wall of studs was taken out, probably during the struggle."

"The guy's clearly started to make some mistakes," said Williams. "You two happening along when you did really put a wrench into the works for him."

"I don't think we accomplished all that much," said Michelle, "except let him get away."

King studied the copy of the letter again. "This is the first time he's referred to a victim by name," he said.

"I noted that," said Bailey.

"Now, why would a killer do that?" wondered Williams.

"He's playing with us. He wants to jerk us around."

"For what purpose?" asked Michelle.

"Because this is all part of something a lot bigger that we're not seeing right now," replied King.

"And what might that be?" asked Bailey in a skeptical tone.

"When I figure it out, you'll be the second to know," said King, glancing significantly at Williams. "How did Lulu take it, Todd?" asked King in a softer tone.

Williams leaned back and shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't cry at all, but then, the kids were around. That mother of hers, though, damn lady went hysterical, screaming about how much she loved Junior, what in the world were they going to do without him. Lulu finally had to take her out of the room. Piece of work she is."

King and Michelle looked at each other and just shook their heads.

"Now we come to an interesting point," said Williams. "You told us that Remmy threatened Junior. That she wanted some things back and she didn't want Junior showing them to anyone."

King nodded. "At least that's what Lulu told us that Junior said. But it wasn't Remmy Battle who beat Junior up before strangling him to death."

"But Lulu said Remmy told Junior that she knew people."

King shook his head. "I'm not sure why Remmy would want to kill him, at least not now. According to Lulu, she was going to give Junior some time to think it over. If he's dead, he can't very well tell her where the stuff is-not that he could anyway, since I don't believe he took it in the first place."

"But if he's dead," said Bailey, "then he can't show the stuff, whatever it is, to someone else."

King remained unconvinced. "But Remmy couldn't be sure of that. He might have made arrangements in case something happened to him."

"You've got a point there," said Williams. "But it's still something we'll have to check into. Not that I'm looking forward to going down that road with Remmy."

"Well," said King, "we've got people to see and places to go."

"Where and who?" asked Bailey sharply.

"Steve Ca

"We already talked to them. And to everyone co

"But you don't mind another set of eyes," said Michelle.

"Go ahead," said Williams. "You have full authority."

"Just report back to me if you find anything interesting," said Bailey.

"I'll count the minutes," muttered King.