Free The Perfect Murder by Brenda Novak Page B

Marcie or Latisha. He wanted Mary. And he was going to have her.
    He just needed to figure out how.
    Jane was getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She wrapped a towel around her head and pulled on her robe before peeking through the blinds in the kitchen. It was David.
    "Hi," she breathed as she let him into her condo. She'd managed to fall asleep a couple of hours after searching every reverse directory available to her, without any success. Then she'd gotten up and worked out before taking Kate to school in her sweats, like she did every day. But David looked as if he'd been up since she called him. Wearing a sport jacket, a tie and some chinos, he'd tried to smooth down his hair, but it stood up in back. Apparently, he hadn't showered or shaved, but it didn't hurt his appearance. With short dark hair, light green eyes and a rugged face, he was handsome despite being a little frayed around the edges. Jane had always thought so, even when she hated him all those years ago.
    "Where's Kate?" He glanced toward the kitchen.
    "School. She likes to go early on Tuesdays. There's a ceramics teacher who allows the kids to make things." She plucked at his lapel. "You didn't have to dress up just for me," she teased.
    He indicated her robe. "I could say the same."
    "You could've called first."
    "I was in the neighborhood. Anyway, I had to dress for the entire day. Who knows when I'll have the chance to go home again. This past week's been crazy.
    Fortunately, Jeremy's nearly thirteen, old enough to be some help with Chase and Jessica. And they love their sitter. But with Skye gone and the hours I'm pullin'..."
    He sighed. "I'll be glad when she's home."
    David worked too hard. Jane had heard Skye say it, had experienced it firsthand when she'd been married to one of his most sought-after suspects.
    "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
    "No." He dropped onto her soft leather couch. "I have a caffeine buzz already."
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    "How about breakfast? I can get dressed, make you some eggs."
    "No, I don't have much time. I stopped by to tell you I went to the station first thing and used the databases there. The number you gave me didn't match any records."
    "So you need to get a search warrant?"
    "I already did." He straightened the bear sculpture on her coffee table. "I faxed it to the various cellular companies before I came here."
    "How long will it take to get a response?"
    "So far I've heard from two. No luck. I'm waiting on the others. Any word from Gloria?"
    "I called her when I got out of bed this morning. She's still planning to go to work today. She said she'd only drive herself crazy if she didn't."
    He shook his head in sympathy. "The rent has to be paid. That kind of thing stops for no one."
    "I can't imagine what's happened to Marcie and Latisha, David."
    "Me, neither," he said. "There was no sign of a struggle. That's what's got me. They simply disappeared--together and in broad daylight."
    "How often does that occur?" she asked.
    "Not once since I've been on the force."
    Jane tightened the belt on her robe. She was close enough to David and Skye that it wasn't any big deal for him to see her like this, but she would've felt more comfortable in her clothes. "Gloria told me that someone downtown thought this case might be related to the murders along the American River."
    He made a face. "No, you and I both know who committed those murders."
    "Exactly. So what gives?"
    "I've never been able to prove it was Oliver. That means that technically they remain unsolved."
    "Are you still trying to prove it?"
    "There's no point in spending any more time. I've already dug up all there is to find. Claiming this case might be related was just an excuse to dump it on my desk. Everyone's so busy." Closing his eyes, he let his head fall onto the back of the couch. "We really need more help."
    "That's why you're letting me get involved," she said.
    He opened one eye. "No, you're involved because I knew there was no way to stop you. I'm