Practical Demonkeeping

“So?” Rivera was getting tired of Nailsworth’s dramatics.

“So the odds of someone having a file of the dates and locations of unexplained disappearances over the last thirty years and it being a coincidence is ten to the power of fifty against.”

“Which means what?”

“Which means, about the same odds as you’d have of dragging the wreck of the Titanic out of a trout stream with a fly rod. Which means, Rivera, you have a serious problem.”

“Are you telling me that this suitcase belongs to a serial killer?”

“A very old serial killer. Most serial killers don’t even start until their thirties. If we assume that this one was cooperative enough to start when the Justice Department’s files start, thirty years ago, he’d be over sixty now.”

“Do you think it goes farther back?”

“I picked some dates and locations randomly, going back as far as 1925. I called the libraries in the towns and had them check the newspapers for stories of disappearances. It checked out. Your man could be in his nineties. Or it could be a son carrying on his father’s work.”

“That’s impossible. There must be another explanation. Come on, Nailsworth, I need a bailout here. I can’t pursue an investigation of a geriatric serial killer.”

“Well, it could be an elaborate research project that someone is doing on missing persons, but that doesn’t explain the World War One vets, and it doesn’t explain why the researcher would write the information on matchbook covers and business cards from places that have been out of business for years.”

“I don’t understand.” Rivera felt as if he were stuck in the Spider’s web and was waiting to be eaten.

“It appears that the notes themselves were written as far back as fifty years ago. I could send them to the lab to confirm it if you want.”

“No. Don’t do that.” Rivera didn’t want it confirmed. He wanted it to go away. “Nailsworth, isn’t possible that the computer is making some impossible co

“You know the odds, Sergeant. The computer can’t make anything up; it can only interpret what’s put into it. If I were you, I’d pull my suspect out of holding and find out where he got the suitcase.”

“I cut him loose. The D.A. said I didn’t have enough to charge him.”

“Find him,” Nailsworth said.

Rivera resented the authoritarian tone in Nailsworth’s voice, but he let it go. “I’m going now.”

“One more thing.”

“Yes?”

“One of your addresses was in Pine Cove. You want it?”

“Of course.”

Nailsworth read the name and address to Rivera, who wrote it down on a memo pad.

“There was no date on this one, Sergeant. Your killer might still be in the area. If you get him, it would be the bailout you’re looking for.”

“It’s too fantastic.”

“And don’t forget to check on Roxa

30

JENNY

Je

Considering that she had drunk two bottles of wine, eaten a heavy Italian meal and everything in the refrigerator, and stayed up all night making love, she should have been tired, but she wasn’t. She felt wonderful, full of humor and energy, and not a little excited. When she thought of her night with Travis, she gri

From the moment she got to work she began counting the hours until she got off after the lunch shift. She was at one hour and counting when the cook a

She quickly refilled her customer’s coffee cups and headed to the back. If it was Robert, she would just act like nothing had happened. She wasn’t exactly in love with someone else as he suspected. It was… it didn’t matter what it was. She didn’t have to explain anything. If it was Travis — she hoped it was Travis.

She picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Je

Je

“I don’t know, Rachel, I have plans after work.”

“Je

“I’m off at two, but I need to go home and change first.”

“No, don’t do that. Come as you are — it’s really important.”

“But I really…”

“Please, Je

Je

“Okay. I guess I can make it. Do you need me to call any of the others?”

“No. I’ll do it. You just be at the caves as soon as you can after two.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll be there.”

“And Je

Je

Now, if she could only avoid Robert until she could think of a way to destroy his hope for their reconciliation. Returning to the floor of the cafe, she realized that somewhere along the way her feeling of well-being had vanished and she felt very tired.

31

GOOD GUYS

Augustus Brine, Travis, and Gian Hen Gian were squeezed into the seat of Brine’s pickup. As they approached Effrom and Amanda’s house, they spotted a beige Dodge parked in the driveway.

“Do you know what kind of car they drive?” Travis asked.

Brine was slowing down. “An old Ford, I think.”

“Don’t slow down. Keep going,” Travis said.

“But why?”

“I’d bet anything that Dodge is a police car. There’s a whip ante

“So what? You haven’t done anything illegal.” Brine wanted to get it over with and get some sleep.

“Keep going. I don’t want to answer a lot of questions. We don’t know what Catch has been doing. We can come back later, after the police leave.”

The Dji

“All right.” Brine gu

In a few minutes they were sitting in Je

“Well,” Travis said, resetting the machine, “that buys us a little time before we have to explain it to Je

“Do you think Catch will come back here?” Brine asked.

“I hope so,” Travis said.

“Can’t you concentrate your will on bringing him back until we can find out if Amanda still has the candlesticks?”

“I’ve been trying. I don’t understand this much more than you do.”

“Well, I need a drink,” Brine said. “Is there anything in the house?”

“I doubt it. Je

“Even some cooking sherry would be fine,” Brine said, feeling a little sleazy as he spoke.

Travis began going through the cupboards.

“Should you find a small quantity of salt, I would be most grateful,” the Dji

Travis found a box of salt among the spices and was handing it to the Dji