Hour Game

He sat upright in bed.

Sally!

"Michelle," he called out. The clattering was still going on. She obviously couldn't hear him. He got up and staggered into the kitchen. His balance was still off. She was at the sink cutting up an onion and putting it into the blender, where a yellowish-green ooze currently resided.

She turned and saw him. "What are you doing up?" she said in a scolding tone.

"We have to check on Sally."

"Sally? Why?"

"She came to see me last night with some important information. Right after she left, I went to sleep. That's when my heater was messed with." He told Michelle about Sally's being with Junior on the night of the burglary.

"Well, that qualifies as a stu

"Nothing would surprise me with this guy. He always seems to know everything in advance."

Michelle wiped off her hands, picked up her cell phone and called Todd Williams. She relayed a message to the chief and clicked off. "He's heading over there with some of his men right now."

"Maybe we should go there too."

"The only place you're going is back to bed."

"Look at you: you've been shot, and you're still assaulting eggs and knifing onions."

"Just go get in bed. I'm sure Sally's okay. Todd promised to call."

King reluctantly did so. He supposed the odds were very long against anything having happened to Sally so quickly.

Sava

Dorothea saw the terrified look on the woman's face and said, "My God, Sava

She pointed in the direction of the nearby stables. "I found… I found Sally. In the stables. She's dead. Her head crushed. Oh, my God, she's dead!" she shrieked.

Dorothea looked frantically around as though the killer might be hiding in her foyer. She raced up the stairs to the bedroom, where Eddie lay sleeping.

"Eddie! Sava

He lay motionless in the bed. She drew closer. "Eddie!" She grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently. "Eddie, wake up."

All she got in return was a small groan. She checked his pulse. It was very faint, as was his breathing, terrifyingly so. She grabbed a glass of water off the nightstand and threw it in his face. This did nothing. She lifted his right eyelid. The pupil was a pinprick. The drug-savvy Dorothea knew what that meant. She picked up the phone and called 911, then she ran back down the stairs where Sava

Todd Williams rose from beside the body and nodded. Sylvia came forward to examine Sally while the forensics team searched for clues. Chip Bailey stood next to the stable's double door and watched the proceedings as Williams joined him.

"How's Eddie?" asked Bailey.

"He's still unconscious. I don't know if he's been poisoned or what. I don't know what the hell is going on anymore. I mean, who would want to kill Sally and Eddie?"

"I didn't think the girl had anything to do with any of this."

Sylvia rose from the body after a few minutes and joined the two lawmen.

"Her throat was cut from ear to ear almost. The blood loss was horrific. Death would have been in a minute or so. And then her face was smashed to a pulp."

"So you're sure her throat was cut first?" asked Bailey.

"Yes. She was dead when the blows hit her."

"Time of death?"

"No more than four hours or so. I did a rectal temp, and the minimal degree of rigor mortis substantiates that."

Williams checked his watch. "So about five-thirty this morning."

"Looks to be. There's no sign of rape or sexual assault. Whoever killed her struck from behind and is right-handed. The throat slash was executed left to right."

"And Sava

"She was going riding and came upon the body," said Williams. "At least that's what I think she said. She was crying so hard I really couldn't be sure."

"And she went to the carriage house to get help?" said Bailey.

"It's situated closer to the stables than the mansion or the house where Sally stayed," pointed out Williams.

"And Dorothea answered the door, tried to rouse Eddie and then called for help."

"Right."

Bailey mulled this over. "So Dorothea and Eddie were in bed together. Dorothea was okay, but Eddie had been given some poison or other."

"I haven't taken a complete statement from Dorothea yet," said Williams.

"I think you'd better."

"No, what I think I'd better do is call Sean and Michelle," said Williams. "They phoned about Sally this morning, before we got the call from Dorothea. They obviously know some things we don't."

CHAPTER 71

AS KING WAS WAITING FOR THE call from Williams, Michelle came in carrying a tray balanced in her one good arm.

He frowned at her. "I should be waiting on you."

"Here, this'll be good for you." She arranged the tray and pointed out its contents. "My famous mega-power shake, dry cereal with sliced banana and as a little treat, low-carb bread with avocado spread."

"What's in the power shake? No, never mind, I don't want to know." He took a tiny sip of the shake and quickly put it down. "I think it needs to breathe a bit."

"It's not wine, Sean."

"No, it's certainly not," he said firmly. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I never got around to asking why you were coming to my house so late last night."

"Oh, damn, I forgot all about it. Billy Edwards, Battle 's ex-mechanic, called from L.A. "

King sat straight up. "What did he say?"

Michelle filled him in about the damage to the Rolls. Before she'd even finished, King was out of the bed and grabbing his clothes.

"What are you doing?" she asked in amazement.

"We've got someone to see, and fast."

"Who?"

"Roger Ca

They arrived at Ca

"He's not home," called out the man, who was wearing a Maryland Terrapins basketball cap. "Saw him leave, oh, about two hours ago when I was doing my jog."

King looked at his watch. "Pretty early."

"He had some bags with him he loaded in the car. Guess he's going on a trip."

"Which car? Beemer or Range Rover?" asked Michelle.

"Range Rover."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"Nope. Blew out of here so fast he almost ran me over."

They thanked the man, climbed in Michelle's truck and drove off.

"I'm going to call Todd and tell him to put out an APB on Ca

"Sean, what's going on?"

"Think about how Mrs. Ca

"She was drunk and died in a car accident. But you suggested she might have been murdered."

"Right. Murdered and knocked back into that ravine when her car was hit by a very heavy Rolls-Royce driven by Bobby Battle. Both events occurred about three and a half years ago."

"You're saying Bobby Battle killed Mrs. Ca

"What if it wasn't Roger Ca