Double Cross

wonder and fear. “Oh no!” she said.
    Not wishing to waste any more time, Kyle thrust forward the ice pick that he had palmed in his right hand. The point passed through the front of Camille’s throat and slid all the way out the back. Her blue eyes went to the size of silver dollars, then seemed to roll back into her forehead. Then she was no more, submitting to his waiting arms.
    “That’ll do it. Now let’s make love, shall we?” Kyle said to the dead professor. “I told you I was different, didn’t I?”
    Before he departed from Camille Pogue’s apartment, he left another clue for whoever might come to collect the body. The clue was a small figurine representing a somewhat famous Midwestern statue called
The Scout
. It would be out of place in the art professor’s apartment, but he doubted that anyone would get it.
    That was fine with Kyle—
he
got it. As Kevin Bacon had so eloquently said in the magnificent movie
Diner
, it was “a smile.”

Chapter 59

    THE NEXT DAY HELD two very nasty surprises for me, as surprises so often are. The first was news that Kyle Craig had murdered his mother out in Colorado. And he had left a Hallmark greeting card—unsigned—for us to find. That meant either he was getting confidential information from a source inside the MPD or somehow he was communicating with the killer, with DCAK.
Was that possible? And if it was, what the hell was the relationship between the two of them
?
    This wasn’t the first time Kyle had communicated with other killers, I knew. There had been Casanova and the Gentleman Caller, possibly Mr. Smith.
And now DCAK? Maybe even the lawyer in Colorado had been a killer. Or was he just a follower? A devotee
?
    Late in the day, I received the second jolt, and it came from Brian Kitzmiller, who called and asked me to check out something on the Internet. He directed me to the site in question. Great news—somebody had set up a blog for me. I began to read and felt a little sick as I did.

    You call yourself the Dragon Slayer? What’s that about? Fantasy role-playing games? Are you a gamer, Cross? What excites you? Moves you? You’ve piqued my curiosity. After all, you are the one who caught the great Kyle Craig.
    Let’s say I’m watching you and your family a great deal these days. And I notice you’re spending a lot of “alone time” in little Ali’s bedroom late at night. Am I wrong about that? I don’t think so, but feel free to defend yourself from all accusations and rumors.
    And Bree Stone—what are we to make of her? Who was the last female you managed to see for any length of time?
    You’re an insomniac, right? Of course I’m right. Well, wait until you see what’s coming soon. And the day after that. And the day after that.

    Sweet dreams, Dr. Detective Cross.

    And then there were photographs.
    Of the house on Fifth Street.
    The cars in the driveway.
    Nana Mama leaving the house with Ali.
    Bree, Sampson, and I at FedExField after we were called over there.
    He was watching us—
we were the ones under surveillance
.

Chapter 60

    NO ONE EXACTLY GETS why Sampson and I like Zinny’s, not even us, which is probably one of the reasons we’re attracted to it. It’s a long black box of a joint in Southeast, just a bar and some booths, with a floor that’s never even close to being clean. Sampson, Bree, and I brought Brian Kitzmiller there late that night for a little Southeast initiation, but mostly because none of us could stop working this case.
    Things were crazier than ever. There was the possibility that Kyle Craig was involved in some strange way, and maybe DCAK was watching us.
Maybe even tonight
?
    Some pieces were starting to come together. Tess Olsen had been writing a book about Craig called
The Mastermind. Was Kyle behind any of this? Or all of it
? It fit his pattern. He had contacted killers before—and used them.
If he was the brain, then what were the roles of DCAK and the lawyer Mason Wainwright? And were there any others in on the game
?
    Bree brought over the first round of drinks. “This one’s on me, guys. Thanks for everything so far. I owe you.
You
especially,” she said, and kissed the side of my head. I have no idea why, but just that got me horny for Bree. I wished the two of us were alone now. At her place, in my car, anywhere at all would be just fine.
    She sat down beside me and lifted her glass high. “Here’s to a really shitty couple of days. I’d have gone home, but I know Mr. Ramirez