Reprisal

Another serial killer on the loose. Zodiac had spawned a bunch of imitators since the summer of '90. The mayor and the police commissioner had been making a big deal out of forming this new hotshot task force to hunt down this latest loon who had frightened most of the city''s good-looking women—as well as those who mistakenly thought themselves good-looking—from the streets.

But what if they failed? What if Re

He couldn't go through something like that again. Not being able to resolve the Gordon case had torn him apart. Even now, five years later, not a day went by that he didn't think about that kid—or his killer.

"You're not going to turn them down, are you?" Sam said after a big slurp of coffee.

Re

"'Course not. Just 'cause I'm crazy doesn't mean I'm stupid."

"Good. You had me going there for a while."

Potts walked up then, a glossy sheet of paper in his hand.

"Fax for you, Sarge."

Sam laughed. "Probably the mayor."

"No," said Potts. "From Southern Bell. Something about—"

Re

"Give me that."

He grabbed the sheet and sca

Another one of those calls. And in the same town as the last time—Pendleton, North Carolina. That bulletin he'd put out five years ago—to watch for reports of a certain kind of prank call: a strange ring, a child screaming for help. Someone at Southern Bell must have put it in the computer.

Bless you, whoever you are.

"This is it! Son of a bitch, this is him! It's Ryan! He's in North Carolina—Pendleton, North Carolina."

"Who's in Pendleton?" Potts said. "And where's that?"

"I don't know," Re

"You're not heading for the library now, are you?" Sam said.

"Yeah. I'm going to find a book or two on Pendleton to read on the plane. Not going to waste a minute this time."

Sam's face went slack. He dismissed Potts with a wave of his hand. His voice became a tense whisper.

"Plane? What do you mean, plane?"

"Going down there. Have to practice man drawl. Noath KehLAHnah—that sound like I'm from the South?"

"Yeah. South Bronx. Look, buddy boy, are you out of your fucking mind? You ain't goin' nowhere."

Re

"I've got to go, Sam. You know that."

"I don't know no such thing! What the hell have we just been talking about? You could get a lieutenant's badge out of that task force."

"That just became a sucker bet," Re

Sam's face broke into a sickly grin.

"You're putting me on, aren't you. That's it, isn't it? Another one of your put-ons."

"Look at this face," Re

"Jesus, Re

"The Da

And that was enough of that. Re

When he' reached his stop and climbed back up to street level, he saw that the clouds had lowered. Snowflakes swirled among the tiny droplets that sprinkled his face. Sleet. He had no raincoat or umbrella, but he didn't mind. Besides, the grim weather matched his mood perfectly. He lit a cigarette and quick-walked the two blocks to his second-floor apartment.

Re

But first he had to make a little detour.

Outside it was all snow now. He pulled up his collar and walked south a few blocks, then east until he came to an old boarded-up building. As the snowflakes sifted through his thi

ST. FRANCIS HOME FOR BOYS

This wasn't the first time he'd stood before the place where Da

It was snowing then too.

Da

Until now. After all these years, a lead had finally surfaced. Re

For Da

I don't know where you are, kid, but I know you're dead. But just because you've got no folks, no family, don't think there's no one alive who cares about what happened to you. There is. Me. And I'm going to get the guy who did it. That's Renaldo Augustino's promise.

He turned and walked away through the falling snow toward the subway station, whispering another promise to someone else.

And when I find you, Father Bill Ryan, I'll bring you in… but not before I give you a taste of what you did to that poor kid.

ELEVEN

North Carolina

Rafe was right about the stealing. It did get easier. It became so against her will.

With each little theft, Lisl had clung to the guilt, squeezed each incident for whatever remorse she could wring from it, but despite her best efforts the guilt dwindled, the remorse became brittle and desiccated to the point where it crumbled into a fine powder that ran through her fingers like sand.

She had changed. She saw so many things in a new perspective now. Her parents, for instance…

She had gone home for Christmas. There had been no way out. She hadn't wanted to leave Rafe but his own family had been tugging at him as well, so they separated for the holiday.

What a nightmare.

And what an eye-opener. She had never realized before how empty her parents were. How shallow, how narcissistic. After she arrived they'practically ignored her. All they seemed truly interested in was themselves. They'd wanted her home for the holidays, not out of any genuine desire for her company, but because having your only child home for Christmas was the way it should be. No real concern or interest in anything beyond their front door besides how they appeared to others.