Phantom Prey

they had some news, and that he wanted to come over. She’d be waiting.
    They took the Porsche, and in the car, Lucas said, “When we get there, I’m going to leave you alone for a few minutes . . . maybe, I don’t know, I’ll think of something. Anyway, when it’s just you two, I want you to suggest that I come back and get you, that you want to talk for a few minutes. Then, I want you to find out how she feels about these other three killings. About the three we don’t know about.”
    “You don’t think these two jerks did it?”
    “I don’t think so. And I don’t think Frank Willett did it, either. I just don’t have that feeling,” Lucas said.
    “So why . . .” Weather began. But she was no dummy. “Oh, no— you don’t think Alyssa had anything to do with it?”
    “I don’t know,” Lucas said. “For Christ sakes, don’t ask her. If she’s involved, she’s nuts. You’ll be okay, but I’d like you to get her to talk about it, and tell me what she says. She’s gotten a little wary with me. I think with you, she’ll open up.”
    “Because I’m a friend,” Weather said.
    “Yeah.”
    “So I can betray her.”
    "C’mon, Weather, you’re not betraying her,” Lucas said, turning to her in the dark. “You’re helping out in an investigation. I want you to bullshit with her a bit, and tell me what you think.”
    Austin came to the door in sheepskin moccasins and an ankle-length white sleeping gown of a soft fine white cloth that might have been made from unicorn hair, and let them in with a blast of cold air. Lucas said, “I’m sorry, you look like you’re ready for bed.”
    “I’d just gotten out of the bath when you called,” she said. “What happened now?”
    “We arrested Helen and Ricky for Frances’s murder,” Lucas said. “Helen won’t talk to us, but Ricky has given a statement. There’s not much question—Helen stabbed Frances when Frances accused her of taking the fifty thousand dollars, and Ricky helped cover up.”
    Tears began running down Austin’s face, and as she backed down the hallway toward the living room, she said, “Why? Why would she do that? She was like a member of the family.”
    “Greed, basically—they were trying to start a business, and needed the money, and when Frances figured it out, she confronted Helen and there was a blowup. Helen stabbed her.”
    They sat down and Lucas took her through it, step by step, and she got up once to get some tissues and blow her nose, and at the end, she said, “So it’s all done.”
    “Not quite done,” Lucas said. He looked at his watch and said, “Shoot,” and then back up at Austin and said, “I don’t think that either Ricky or Helen, or Frank Willett, had anything to do with the other three killings—but I do think that the three killings are tied to Frances, somehow. And maybe Willett and Ricky and Helen are pulling my weenie, but I’ve been doing this for a long time and that’s not the feeling I’m getting. We’ll see.” He looked at his watch again, and then said, “Uh, I’ve got something else going on. We’ve got a big dope guy coming through town, we’ve got a surveillance going, with all this excitement with Ricky and Helen, I forgot to check. I need to use your kitchen phone?”
    Lucas stood up and Austin, blowing her nose again, said, “You know where it is,” and Lucas left them, going down the hall toward the kitchen. Weather said, “It’s over now. I really don’t know what else to say—God, if I lost one of my kids . . . but you don’t want to hear that. Now you’ve just got to hold on. If you need anything . . .”
    They could hear Lucas down the hall on the phone, and Austin said, “Some big dope dealer?”
    “You wouldn’t believe what’s going on with that—I can’t tell you now, Lucas would kill me, but when it’s over, we’ll get a cup of coffee,” Weather said. “Some of it’s awful and some of it’s hilarious.”
    “Unlike what happened with Helen,” Austin said. “I can’t get over it—why would she do that? I loved Helen.”
    Weather said, “My relationship with Lucas started—really started— when a little girl shot him in the throat and I was there to keep him breathing. Since then, we talk about his cases, and I’ll tell you, the craziest stuff happens all the time. I always thought crazy stuff happens in medicine, but if you’re not a cop, you can’t even begin to conceive how weird people get. Lucas arrested a man who