As we left for the house, he noticed a fat-petaled white flower and started to describe its pollination. "Oh, shut up," he told himself abruptly, and we continued in silence.
Inside, he gripped my hand. "Thank you for your help."
I watched him walk away quickly. Energized?
A man who studied predation.
Where had he come from the night I'd seen him with his doctor's bag? What had he been doing in the dark lab?
I'd phone the police station in the morning, but my first two calls would be to the airport at Saipan and the company that chartered the supply boats.
Upstairs, Spike's bark greeted me as I entered our suite. Robin wasn't back yet from talking with Pam. Four-fifty A.M. Someone else I might be able to reach.
The connection broke a few times before I finally got an international line. Wondering if anyone could listen in and deciding I didn't care, I told the desk officer at the West L.A. station that I had urgent business with Detective Sturgis. He said, "Yeah, I think he's here."
A minute or so later, Milo barked his own name.
"Stanley? It's Livingstone."
"Hey," he said, "buena afternuna- it's got to be what, five in the morning over there?"
"Just about."
"What's up?"
"A bit of trouble."
"Another cannibal?"
"As a matter of fact…"
"Shit, I was kidding. What the hell's going on?"
I told him about Betty's murder and everything else that had been on my mind.
"Jesus," he said. "After you told me about the first one, I got curious, so I played with the computers. Thankfully, cannibalism hasn't caught on big-time. Other than that Milwaukee moron only thing I came up with was a ten-year-old case, place called Wiggsburg, Maryland. Didn't sound that different from yours- neck slash, organ theft, legs cracked for the marrow- but they caught the bad guys, pair of eighteen-year-olds who decided Lucifer was their main man had ordered them to carve up and dine on a local topless dancer."
"Where are they now?"
"Jail, I assume. They were sentenced to life. Why?"
"There are two guys here who would have been around eighteen back then. They like to cut things up and they've been eyeing Robin."
"But they're not suspects in the killing."
"No, Ben does look good for it. But do you have the Maryland killers' names and descriptions, just to be thorough?"
"Got the fax right here… Wayne Lee Burke, Keith William Bonham, both Caucs, brown and brown. Burke was six three, one seventy, Bonham five five, one fifty-two. Appendectomy-"
"I don't need any more, it doesn't match."
"No big surprise. Things have gotten nuts but I don't see lads who suck out a young lady's bone marrow qualifying for early parole."
"How far is Wiggsburg from Washington, D.C.?"
"About an hour's drive. Why?"
"There's another guy here, D.C. background, also creepy." I filled him in on Creedman.
"Sounds like a prince," he said. "Yeah, I've heard of Stasher-Layman 'cause they built public housing projects years ago in South Central, while I was riding a car at Seventy-seventh Division. Bad plumbing, gang members hired to handle security. Immediate problems. They sold the management contract, then bailed. Had a deal to build a new jail, too, out in Antelope Valley, till the locals found out about their record, protested, and got it kiboshed. So what are they planning to build over there?"
"I don't know."
"Not that it has anything to do with cannibals… so what's Dr. Frankenstein's reaction to his protÉgÉ's predilection for intraspecies feasting?"
"Total denial. Ben was his project- rehabilitating a kid with a rotten background. Be interesting to know if that background includes any serious criminal activity Moreland didn't mention. If you've a mind to go back to the computer."
"Sure, give me the particulars."
"Benjamin Romero, I don't know if there's a middle name. He's thirty or so, born here, went to school in Hawaii and did Coast Guard duty there. Trained as a registered nurse."
"I'll have a go at it. How's Robin handling all this?"
"She's a trooper but I want out. The next boats are due in around five days. If Chief Laurent allows us off the island, we'll be on one of them."
"Why shouldn't he let you off?"
"Public opinion of Moreland and everything associated with him isn't too high right now. We're all under informal house arrest."
"Damned inconsiderate, not to say illegal. Want me to have a little cop-to-cop chat with him?"
"From what I saw tonight, that might make things worse. Moreland tried to influence him and he hardened his stance."
"Maybe that's 'cause he's pissed at Moreland-"Not with my daughter, you don't.' "
"Maybe, but I'll try to handle it myself first. If I have problems, believe me, you'll hear about it."
"Okay… bugs and cannibals. Sounds almost as bad as Hollywood Boulevard."
Feeling rancid, I showered. Robin returned as I was toweling off, and I summarized my talks with Moreland and Milo and told her I wanted to book us on the next boat out.
She said, "It's too bad it had to end this way, but absolutely." She sat down on the bed. "What was that construction company?"
"Stasher-Layman."
"I think Jo had something with their name on it in her room. Stack of computer printout- I assumed it was something to do with her research. The only reason it sticks in my mind is that when she saw me looking at it, she slid a book over it."
"How sure are you it was Stasher-Layman?"
"Very. Big Gothic initials-"S-L,' then the name. I read it just before she covered it."
An artist's eye.
"Jo and Creedman," I said. "Two people with D.C. connections. Two advance agents. I've had a weird feeling about her since the roaches. I didn't tell you because I thought I was just being paranoid, but I couldn't stop thinking that she was alone in the house that night. And the time lag between hearing your scream and coming in seemed odd. She excused it as drowsiness due to sleeping pills, but tonight she was out there before us, lucid as hell. Motive stumped me, but if she's doing dirty work for Stasher-Layman and wants to get rid of distractions, that would serve nicely."
"But then why not hide her gun, Alex? She kept it right out there, almost as if she wanted me to know she had it."
"Maybe she did. Trying to intimidate you."
"It didn't seem that way. There was absolutely no hostility between us. In fact, the more time I spent with her, the friendlier she got. As if I was helping her cope."
And cope she had. Tranquilized widow to sharp-eyed interrogator in two days.
I said, "She sure had an interest in the murder. Did you notice the way she was quizzing Moreland? That would also make sense if she's got an interest in Aruk's decline."
"But if this company builds things, why would they want Aruk to decline?"
"Moreland said they build government projects. Milo's memory backs that up: low-income housing, prisons. Maybe they want the land cheap."
"Low-income housing doesn't make sense," she said, "if the people are all leaving. But a prison might."
"Yes, it might," I said. "No locals to protest. And what better place to dump felons than a remote island with no natural resources. It would be politically beautiful. Which is where Hoffman may fit in. What if Stasher-Layman paid him under the table to find a site and he chose Aruk because he remembered it from his days as base commander, knew there wasn't much of a constituency? If he embedded the prison, or whatever it is, in an extensive Pacific Rim revitalization- cash infusion for the bigger islands- who'd notice or mind? Other than Bill. But right now Bill's in a position to cause troubles for the deal because he owns so much of the island. Which could be the real reason Hoffman stopped over: making a final offer that Bill refused. So Hoffman pressured him, maybe threatened him with something."
"Threatened him with what?"
"I don't know- but remember my feeling they had some issue between them that went way back? The first night I met Bill he said something about guilt being a great motivator. He could have done something years ago that he wants to forget. Something he's been trying to atone for all these years by being "the good doctor."'
She touched my arm. "Alex, if he is holding up a giant deal he could be in serious danger. Do you think he's aware of what he's up against?"
"I don't know what he's aware of and what he chooses to deny. The man's an enigma, and he's stubborn."
"What about Pam? As his heir, she could also be in a treacherous position."
"If she's his heir."
"Why wouldn't she be?"
"Because she has no roots in Aruk, and Bill seems to view the island as his real child. He's excluded Pam from scientific discussion and just about everything else. You saw her surprise when he discussed Ben's family history. She's an outsider. So it wouldn't surprise me if he bequeathed his holdings to someone else. Someone with a strong commitment to Aruk."
She stared at me. "Ben?"
"In some ways he's Bill's functional son."
"And being accused of murder gets him out of the way."
"Sure, but nothing I've heard indicates he's not a murderer. In fact everything Bill told me just added to the picture of guilt: access to the weapon, Betty's medical records, and AnneMarie's autopsy file. And remember our discussion about his being a hard guy? No sympathy for Picker's crash. The way he vaccinated those children, mechanically. Add alcoholism and a rotten childhood and you've got a pretty good textbook history of a psychopath. Maybe even his outward devotion to Bill and the island is calculated. Maybe he's just after Bill's money."
"Maybe… Yes, he is dispassionate. But tonight at dinner… You really think he could have been so lighthearted while planning to murder someone in a few hours? Planning to mutilate someone?"
"If he's a severe psychopath, he's got an extremely low level of anxiety. For all we know, sitting here listening to Claire play was part of the thrill."
"Are you saying he killed both girls or just Betty?"
"It could go either way. AnneMarie could have been murdered by a sailor and Ben decided to do a copycat as a cover."
"But why?"
"He and Betty could have been having an affair. Maybe the baby was his, he wanted out, permanently. When I talked to her, she seemed thrilled about the pregnancy, but who knows?"
"If he was so calculating, Alex, how'd he get caught so stupidly?"
"Screwing up's another psychopathic trait. Look at Bundy, escaping from Washington, where there's no death penalty, and murdering in Florida, where there is. Psychopaths walk a narrow line, all screwed up inside, constantly putting on a show. A psychiatrist named Cleckley labeled it perfectly: the mask of sanity. Eventually the mask falls off and shatters. Ben used booze to get rid of his."
She shuddered. "It's still hard to make sense of. I can see using alcohol to lower his inhibitions. But why stick around and get drunk after killing Betty?"
"It's possible he drank a little before meeting Betty, to take the edge off, had some more with Betty, killed her before the total effect set in, then boom. Bill said he'd always drunk beer. Vodka could have been too much to handle."
"I guess so," she said, rubbing her eyes. "But he always seemed decent. I suppose I sound like one of those people who get interviewed on the news: he was such a quiet guy… well, at least the part about whose baby Betty was carrying can be tested. Who's doing the medical investigation?"
"Dennis is bringing a lawyer over from Saipan. I assume he'll call for a pathologist, too."
She leaned against me heavily. "What a horror."
"How's Pam taking it?"
"At first she talked mostly about Bill- worried about him. Wanting to help, but feeling he pushes her away."
"He does."
"She's not ready to give up. She thinks she owes him."
"For what?"
"Coming through for her during the divorce. She also talked more about herself. Said she'd had problems with men before her marriage- attracted to losers, guys who got rough with her, psychologically and physically. After the divorce she was so low she was having suicidal thoughts. Her therapist wanted to establish a support system, found out Bill was her only relative, and called him. To Pam's surprise, he flew out to Philadelphia, stayed with her, took care of her. Even apologized for sending her away. Said losing her mother had been too much to handle, he'd been overwhelmed, it had been a big mistake that he knew he could never make up for, but would she like to come back and give him another chance? But now that she's here…"
She looked at the clock. "It's almost daybreak. Tell you one thing I've learned from all this. I could never be a therapist."
"Most therapy cases aren't like this."
"I know, but it's still not for me. I admire you."
"It's a nasty job, but someone's got to do it."
"I'm serious, honey."
"Thank you. I admire you, too. And despite all that's happened, I have no regrets."
"Me, neither." She ran her fingers through my hair. "In a few days when we're back in L.A., I'm going to remember being with you. Everything else good about this place. Frame it in my mind, like a picture."
Psychic sculpting. I doubted I had the talent.