Convicted (Consequences)

man was essentially a serial killer? He tried to think about the case and not remember her green eyes. He knew he blew it at their last meeting. Truthfully, he didn’t mean to call her stupid—she was just too willing to trust Rawlings. Baldwin vowed that he’d stop Rawlings—before he could hurt Claire—again.
    Harry decided to start at the beginning. Utilizing the bureau’s databases, he worked to identify a list of individuals who died with the confirmation of actaea pachypoda in their system. Not all of the individuals on the generated list could be connected to Rawlings or Rawls; however, the number that could be connected—even with a possible connection—was too high to allow for coincidence. The first documented case—the cause of this entire investigation—was Agent Sherman Nichols. His cause of death in 1997 was publicly declared as natural causes . Agent Nichols was seventy-three with a history of high blood pressure; nevertheless, as a retired federal agent, a full autopsy was required. The toxicology workups took time. When unidentified markers were found, it took more time. To Agent Nichols’ family and the public, the original cause of death was confirmed. To the bureau, the case remained open.
    Actaea pachypoda was next identified during an autopsy in 1989, by the minimum security federal correctional facility, Camp Gabriels, in upstate New York. The inmate’s name: Nathaniel Rawls; again, blood workups took time. The simple answer was heart failure. That’s what SAC Williams said; actaea pachypoda had a sedative effect on the cardiac muscle tissue causing cardiac arrest . Baldwin wondered why Rawlings would want to kill his own grandfather. Jotting down a note, he wanted to research the record of visitors at Camp Gabriels Correctional Institution. Being a minimum security prison, visitors came and went with regularity.
    The biggest problem with Harry’s search, even with the help of the federal database, was that actaea pachypoda wasn’t commonly sought in toxicology screenings. Truthfully, a search of all cardiac-related deaths should be done; however, that would produce an overwhelming list of possible victims. Even Harry had to admit that Rawlings was probably not responsible for every person who died of cardiac-related problems; nevertheless, if Baldwin included Rawlings’ parents, his grandfather, and Agent Nichols, that was four deaths in a relatively short period of time. From Forensics 101, that fit the definition of a serial killer, and then add Simon Johnson, and the killing spree had not stopped.
    Harry had compiled health history workups on his entire list of potential victims. Not all fit the possible profile for heart disease as well as Agent Nichols and Nathaniel Rawls. Simon, for example, was very healthy. The only indications found in health records were allergies: sulfa drugs and penicillin as well as sensitivity to H1 antihistamines. If his death had been ruled to have been due to natural causes, then red flags would have finally flown. Luckily for Rawlings, Simon’s body was too badly burnt in the crash. Harry had requested a new toxicology screening from tissue samples recovered at the time of Simon’s accident—but that would take time.
    Harry was about to start a state-by-state search of medical examiners’ records—searching specifically for actaea pachypoda —when his phone rang.
    He answered, “Hello?”
    The voice on the other end expected action. “Agent Baldwin, Rawlings has been spotted leaving a well-known bank in Geneva. According to the agent, he’s not trying to disguise himself.”
    Baldwin wanted to say, “What an arrogant son-of-a-bitch” —instead, he said—“I can be there in less than an hour, sir.”
    “The bureau has a plane ready. Be on it, ten minutes ago.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Agent, while you’re flying to Geneva, you can review your assignment. I’d like to assume you won’t fail again; however, we both know what happens when we assume.”
    “Yes, sir. I won’t fail.”
    His research needed to wait.
     

     
    Settling into a suite at the Grand Hotel Kempinski, Tony sucked back the best two fingers of Glen Garioch Bourbon he’d ever tasted. There were too many thoughts swirling through his mind to think about one in particular. One thing he knew for sure, he’d had enough of the common life. One million dollars wasn’t much, but it would sustain him until the FBI came for him. He didn’t care anymore— what the