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„It’s okay. He’s dead. Owen killed him.“
„I know. I was standing behind those boxes from the time you all came out of the stacks, watching the whole thing.“ Abe shuddered again, knowing he’d never forget the sight of those bastards’ hands on her. „If you hadn’t stopped where you did, we couldn’t have gotten to you in time.“
Kristen twisted around to look at Owen, who lay silently observing, his face contorted in pain. „You stopped us here. You said you wouldn’t go any farther.“
Mia swung down from the metal rack. „He saw us at the loading bay door.“ She looked at Owen, her expression unreadable. „You must have one hell of an eye.“
Kristen let out a breath. „You saved me. Owen…“ Her face twisted pathetically. Her eyes filled with tears. „How could you do it? How could you kill all those people?“
He said nothing, just lay looking at her. „I can’t let you go,“ she said brokenly, as if there weren’t three armed cops surrounding her who would allow her to do so if she wanted to.
„I know.“ It was gritted from behind clenched teeth. „I couldn’t respect you if you did.“ He struggled to sit up, then like lightning pulled a second Beretta from his other boot. „I also won’t go to prison. Good-bye, Kristen.“
„Owen, no.“ In horror Kristen watched as he put the small gun under his chin. Abe pulled her around, crushing her face against his shoulder as a final shot rang out.
„Don’t look, honey,“ Abe murmured against her hair. „Just don’t look.“
She wouldn’t. She’d seen more than enough.
Saturday, February 28,
6:15 p.m.
She shouldn’t be here. The thought echoed in Abe’s mind as he watched Kristen reading the note Owen had been writing just before being called to Conti’s warehouse. She should be at the hospital with Aidan and Mclntyre, who were conscious but under observation. Kristen should be there, too, being treated for shock. But she’d refused to remain at the hospital, even with every Reagan begging or demanding she stay. Instead she’d insisted on accompanying him and Mia back here, to Owen’s house. Where this whole nightmare began.
Now she sat at Owen’s kitchen table, her face pale, her gloved hands trembling even though they were flattened against the tabletop. He trembled himself and felt no shame in doing so. He’d nearly lost her today. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the sight of Conti’s hands on her, his gun to her head. But she was alive. Unhurt. Physically, anyway. Who knew how long it would take for the emotional scars to heal? Almost being killed by Conti. Finding out a man she’d trusted was a cold-blooded murderer. Seeing him put a.38 under his chin and hearing him take his own life.
He felt Mia’s hand on his back. „She’s all right,“ she murmured from his side.
„I know. It’s just…“ Helplessly he let the thought trail away and Mia patted his back.
„I know. Come and see what Jack’s found. She’ll be fine by herself for a few minutes.“
Reluctantly he let Mia guide him into a back bedroom where Jack sat at a computer.
„What did you find?“ Abe asked and Jack looked over his shoulder, his expression grim.
„Kristen’s database,“ Jack said. „How the hell did Madden get this on his computer?“
„He stole it,“ Kristen said from behind them, her voice flat. She gently pushed past Abe, Owen’s notebook in her hand. „He put something in my tea one evening when I was there for di
Yet another betrayal. „I’m sorry, Kristen,“ he said softly and she swallowed hard.
„He used me to murder all those people,“ she whispered harshly.
„You were as much a victim as anyone else in this whole nightmare,“ Mia insisted.
Kristen’s chuckle was mirthless. „Tell that to the families of all the people Owen murdered. I think they’d see it differently.“ She lifted her eyes to the wall behind the computer where several framed certificates hung. His Chicago certificates were all for volunteer work with the develop-mentally disabled. He’d taught woodworking and stone carving and metal shop at the local community center where Leah had socialized. His Pittsburgh certificates were for outstanding service during his thirty-year career as a police officer. A single medal hung in the middle of all the certificates. Owen’s Purple Heart. He’d been wounded serving as a Marine in Vietnam in 1965.
„I still can’t believe it,“ Kristen said, her voice nearly toneless. „I can’t believe he was a cop. I still can’t believe he killed all those people. But he did. And he said he’d do it again.“
Mia took the notebook from Abe’s hands, sca
„What pieces?“ Spi
„A letter to Kristen,“ Abe answered. Kristen was still numbly staring at the certificates on the wall. „He explained a number of things, like the fact he was born Robert Henry Barnett but he changed his name in the early sixties due to some ‘unpleasantness’ in his family.“
„That was right about the time of the murder of the boy who stabbed Colin Barnett to death,“ Mia said. „The hat-maker, Miss Keene, said she’d always wondered if Robert came back to avenge his brother’s death. It makes sense that he did.“
„He was a Marine in ‘Nam,“ Spi
„How did you know?“ Abe asked, still watching Kristen who still stared at the wall.
„We got a match on the prints from Kaplan’s garage.“ Spi
„He’d found out about Leah,“ Kristen said quietly. She turned away from the wall, her expression carefully reserved. It was her way of holding on to the last thread of her control, and Abe couldn’t fault her for it. „Leah’s mother was dying of cancer and was afraid of who would care for Leah when she was gone. She hired a private investigator to track Owen down. Apparently he’d come to Chicago twenty-three years before and met Leah’s mother. He was only here for a week or so, but in that time he met Leah’s mother. They had a short affair, but when the week was over, he had to go back to Pittsburgh.“
„Twenty-three years ago,“ Mia mused. „He was back in Chicago for the funeral of his parents and sister, Iris A
„That makes sense,“ Kristen agreed dully. „Apparently Leah’s mother got pregnant, but she didn’t know where to find Owen. He never pla
„Well, he got involved in his daughter’s life way too late,“ Spi