unlikely to buy the idea of a serial rapist on the prowl. Would anyone be any more likely to buy it now, when Rodriguez was so much more obviously guilty?
Her name was Britney Yarmouth. A list of possible cell phone numbers from the LexisNexis database was in the file. The first two numbers I tried were no longer in service. The third connected and, just when the call seemed about ready to go to voice mail, a woman said hello, with an urgent challenge in her voice. I told her I was a lawyer and what office I worked for and that I wanted to talk to her about a crime sheâd been involved in as a victim a few years before. Then I waited, expecting the silence that signaled sheâd ended the call.
Instead her words came in a rush, tumbling out so fast I could hardly keep up. âIâve been going around for days wondering what the hell is going on: should I call the police, should I call
you,
or should I just forget about it. Like, for my own safety. But I canât just
forget.
Iâm too scared. Even in the middle of the day, I canât walk down the street without looking over my shoulder. The cat was making noise last night and I nearly put a bullet through my bedroom door. Jordan told me we were safe but obviously she was wrong.â
My heart rate spiked. âYou knew Jordan?â
âShe first called wanting me to be a witness in that trial. I told her I didnât think I could. In the end, she said I didnât have to. I asked her to keep me posted on how it was going, and she said she would. I didnât expect her to follow through, but during the trialshe called me every single night. Even if it was just a few words, she always called.â
I hadnât realized Jordan had actually spoken with Britney before our focus shifted to discrediting Rodriguezâs confession by reference to his history of interactions with the police. I was even more surprised to learn theyâd kept in close contact months after Britney ceased to be a potentially useful witness in Rodriguezâs trial.
âWhat did she want you to testify about?â
âWhat happened, of course. The rape. She said it couldnât have been your client. After I saw a picture of him, I knew she was right. She was sure that the guy whoâd attacked me must also have attacked other women.â The urgency came back into her voice. âWe discussed it again the night she died.â
I couldnât believe what I was hearing. âDiscussed what?â
âAbout how the police had long since given up investigating the rape. She had this idea, after Rodriguez was acquitted, that now theyâd have no choice but to start looking into the possibility that the guy whoâd attacked me was still out there, that I hadnât been his first or his last, that heâd been attacking other women and getting away with it. She wasnât going to just walk away after the case was over. In her mind, the juryâs verdict was only the beginning. She wanted to get the real guy. I believed in her. I wanted to get him, too.â
âAnd then she turned up murdered.â
âHe
killed her. Because he knew she was gunning for him.â Her voice rose, becoming almost manic. âIâve never been more sure of anything in my life. And now theyâve got Rodriguez behind bars for the crime, so that means the real killer can do whatever he wants. As far as the police are concerned,
he
doesnât exist. And that means he never did.â
âWhat did you mean before about Jordan saying the two of you were safe?â I wondered if thereâd been threats, or some other indication that they might
not
be safe, that the rapist had one orboth of them in his sights nearly two years after Britney had been attacked.
âShe said he wouldnât dare come after me again. His whole MO is watching, waiting in the shadows. Like a panther in a tree. Thatâs what we started calling him during the