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CHAPTER 82
KING HAD ALREADY LEFT IN A rental car by the time Todd Williams called Michelle with the news of Jean Robinson's death. When she arrived at the stricken home, it was surrounded with police and emergency vehicles. Neighbors stared terrified from windows and porches. There was not a child to be seen anywhere. The three Robinson children had gone to a nearby relative's home with their father.
Michelle found Williams, Sylvia and Bailey in the master bedroom; all three were staring down at the former lady of the house.
Michelle recoiled slightly as she saw what had been done to the woman.
Sylvia looked over at her, and nodded in understanding. "Stigmata."
Jean Robinson's palms and feet had been mutilated as though to resemble the markings of Jesus on the cross. And her body had been laid out too, like the son of God on that piece of chiseled wood.
Bailey said wearily, "Bobby Joe Lucas. He did the exact same thing to fourteen women in Kansas and Missouri in the early 1970s, after raping them."
"I'm pretty certain no rape occurred here," said Sylvia.
"I wasn't suggesting that. Lucas died of a heart attack in prison in 1987. And her nightgown is missing according to the husband. That would fit our killer's M.O."
"Where's Sean?" asked Williams.
"Out getting some questions answered."
Bailey looked at her suspiciously. "Where?"
"Don't really know."
"I didn't think Batman went anywhere without Robin," said the FBI agent sarcastically.
Before Michelle could fire back a response, Williams said, "Well, can't you call him? He'll want to know about this."
"His cell phone was broken during the chase with Roger Ca
"I'm sure he'll hear about this soon enough," said Sylvia. "Bad news always travels faster than good."
"Where's the husband?"
Williams answered, "With the kids. He was on the road when it happened. He's a salesman with a high-tech outfit. He said he got a call from his wife's cell phone a little before one o'clock this morning. The voice said his wife was dead. He tried calling her cell phone back but there was no answer. Then he tried calling the house but the line wasn't working. We later found the wires had been cut. So he called 911."
"When did Robinson arrive here?"
"About an hour after my men. He was on his way to Washington for a sales conference."
"He likes to travel pretty late at night."
"He said he wanted to put his kids to bed and spend time with his wife before he left," answered Bailey.
"Any reason to suspect him?" asked Michelle.
"Other than that there was no forced entry, none that we can see," replied Williams.
"And no one saw anything?" she asked.
"There were only the three kids here. The infant of course can't help us. The oldest boy-"
A female deputy rushed into the room. "Chief, I just finished interviewing Tommy, the middle child. He said his father was in the house last night when he woke up. He doesn't know what time it was. He said his father told him he forgot something, to go back to bed."
At this instant another deputy burst in. "We found something in the plumb pipe in the basement."
They placed the Baggie taken from the plumb pipe on the dining room table and observed its contents through the clear material.
"St. Christopher's medal, belly ring, gold anklet, belt buckle and an amethyst ring," inventoried Williams.
"All the things taken from each of the first five victims," said Bailey.
Williams immediately turned to one of his deputies. "I want Harold Robinson taken into custody right now."
CHAPTER 83
KING'S FIRST STOP HAD BEEN A physician friend of his in Lynchburg who was also a well-respected pathologist. They'd gone over Battle 's autopsy results very carefully. A more detailed report had been prepared by Sylvia, which included the toxicology results and microscopic examination of Battle 's brain tissue.
"From the gross finding of the unusual wrinkling on the thoracic aorta and the microscopic lesions on the brain, I certainly can't discount it, Sean," said his learned friend. "Those certainly are telltale signs of the disease."
"One more question," said King. "Can it affect the fetus?"
"Do you mean can it cross the placenta? Absolutely."
King's next stop was UVA Hospital, where he met with a professor in the pharmacology department. This was really what had started it all going in his mind.
He quickly received confirmation of his suspicions.
The professor informed him that "a person who abuses strong narcotics builds up a tolerance to them. Over time the desired effect is diminished, and higher doses of the drugs are required to achieve the desired result."
King had thanked him and went back to his car. Well, I certainly know someone who's been taking strong narcotics: Dorothea.
His next target was an antique shop in Charlottesville 's downtown mall area that he'd been to several times. With the shop owner's help he found the object he was looking for.
"It's a cipher disk," explained the owner. He pointed to the round piece of metal that had an outer ring of letters and an i
"And if you're off by one letter or one tick, the whole meaning of the message changes? One tick off?"
"That's a good way to phrase it. One tick off and the whole thing changes."
"You just don't know how unbelievably satisfying that is." King purchased the cipher disk and left, the curious owner staring after him.
A little later he was speaking with Bobby Battle's private physician, a prominent doctor in the area and a man he knew well.
He discussed the results of the autopsy with the gentleman, who looked at the report very carefully and then took off his wire-rim glasses and said cautiously, "I've only been his doctor the last twenty years, you know."
"But you've noted changes?"
"In his personality, yes, I suppose. But he was getting on in years. Half my patients have personality changes when they get to that age."
"But in Bobby's case did you suspect that was the cause?"
"Not necessarily. Usually, it's a case of mild dementia or the begi
"Did you run any tests while he was seeing you?"
"The symptoms weren't extreme, and you know what he was like. If he didn't want any tests run, none would be. However, these autopsy results could indicate he'd reached an advanced stage. I emphasize the word could. "
"Did you ever talk to Remmy about it?"
"It wasn't my place and I had no hard proof. I suspected she knew that something was amiss," he hastily added.
"Yet they had Sava
"Typically, penicillin has been very effective against the disease. And the fact is, Sava
"If Bobby had it, how long could it have been in his body?"
"Decades. It's chronic. It can have a long evolution in the body if left untreated."
"So he might have contracted it after he had Sava
"Or he could have had it before. In the late stage it's not sexually transmittable, so even if he had it when Sava
"Yet Remmy could have contracted it."
"I don't know her doctor, but if she had, I'd imagine she would have sought treatment."
King spoke with the doctor for several more minutes, then thanked the man and left.
He had one more stop to make. He phoned ahead to make sure the shop was open. Two hours later he was pulling into a parking garage in downtown D.C. Minutes after that he was walking into a very special retail store, where he spoke for some time with one of the employees there.