The Night Killer

and scooped up the pages and began putting them in the briefcase.
    “Oops,” he said, looking down at the pages, “I forgot to show you the account we found in Savannah—the one under the name Sarah Gleeson. That’s quite a bit of money you’ve been socking away. And these CDs, well, I’m impressed.”
    Tammy glared at him. Her eyes suddenly took on a sheen, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
    “If I were you, I’d ask your lawyer to make a deal,” said Frank. He and Ben left the room.
    “Will you be arresting her?” asked Garnett.
    “We have enough to hold her on fraud,” said Agent Mathews.
    Frank and Ben walked through the door. Diane took another look at Tammy sitting at the table, silently crying.
    “I think she’ll deal,” said Ben. “Frank pulled the rug out from under her there at the end. That money in Savannah and her CDs were her security. She thought she always had that to fall back on. That was a blow.”
    He looked through the two-way window at Tammy sobbing.
    “I’m sure she thought it was hidden,” added Ben. “She periodically took money out of one of her accounts as Tess Trueheart, or whatever name she was using, and went to Savannah and deposited it in person as Sarah Gleeson—a name with no ties to her other selves—no fancy name games.”
    “How did you find it?” asked Garnett.
    Ben pointed to Frank, who shrugged.
    “It wasn’t hard. I found out where she took regular trips—from gas charges on her credit cards—and made a network map. Savannah was the hub. I sent her photograph to the banks in the area. She used Internet cafés to buy her CDs. Fortunately for us, she used a credit card there too.” He shrugged again.
    No one asked any more questions. Diane wondered if Frank used David to help him. They both just loved a good algorithm. And David could do some scary stuff off the grid with computer searches and face recognition.
    Frank smiled at Diane and winked.
    “Let’s go talk with Slick Massey,” he said.
    Slick was sitting in a room similar to the one Tammy was in. He was drinking an RC Cola. Diane noticed there was a second, empty bottle sitting on the table. Frank and Ben walked in and sat down.
    “I have to go to the guy room,” he said.
    “We won’t be long,” said Ben. “Miss Tammy has told us most everything.”
    “Wha’chu mean?” said Slick.
    “About the Social Security and retirement checks—the bank accounts.” Ben rattled off several of Tammy’s aliases.
    “She wouldn’t have told you that stuff,” said Slick.
    “How else would we know?” said Ben, looking completely innocent. “What we need from you is where you buried the bodies.”
    “She wouldn’t have said we killed them, because we didn’t,” he said. “Sometimes people just die—’specially when they’re old. Their time just comes.”
    “Is that what happened to all the elderly women Tammy brought to your house? Their time came?” asked Frank.
    “They wasn’t healthy to begin with and they had no place to go. Tammy took real good care of them. She’d sit up at night working out a, uh, a medical plan for them. She was real good. Tammy’s smart. She told me it was good for them to pet my puppies. It was good for the puppies too. They need to be close to humans to get to be good hunting dogs. You know, some people think that keeping dogs by themselves and not feeding them much—keeping them hungry—makes them good hunters, but that’s not true. My dogs is the best around and it’s because I take good care of them. They like people and will hunt for them. They got good voices too. That’s important for Walker hounds. You want to recognize your own dog when it’s off in the woods.”
    Frank and Ben glanced at each other and smiled.
    “We’re glad to hear you take good care of your dogs,” said Ben.
    “But, see, Tammy took good care of the old ladies too. Tammy gave them vitamins, showed them how to eat right, gave them funny movies to watch, and taught them good personal high jinks—she was good to them.”
    Garnett and Agent Mathews snickered. Diane shook her head. Frank and Ben just smiled again.
    “We’re prepared to believe that,” said Ben. “But we still need to know where they are,” he said.
    “Can I talk to Tammy?” he asked.
    “Not right now,” said Frank.
    “Is she all right?” he said.
    “She’s fine,” said Frank. “But this isn’t the most pleasant place to be. You know that.”
    “You need to come clean,” said Ben.