On the Count of Three, page 36
Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “All right, now I’m curious. Who is it?”
“It’s Jimmy Bates.” Madison said it in the most detached tone she could muster.
“Jimmy Bates?” Cynthia’s voice raised a few octaves. “Isn’t that the man who—”
“Killed my grandfather?” Madison finished. “Yes.”
“What happened?”
Madison hitched her shoulders. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
“He was stabbed multiple times,” Terry offered.
Cynthia didn’t break her eye contact with Madison. Maybe it was best to just come out with her notion that Constantine might be behind Bates’s death, but even her close friend might think she was crazy given how little they had at this point. No, she needed some more evidence first. At least a direct connection between Bates and the Mafia.
“Stabbed multiple times?” Cynthia paused. “We don’t see that too often. The last case I remember was that woman… What was her—” Her eyes widened. “Constantine killed her.”
That didn’t take long…
“Her name was Lillian Norton,” Madison replied calmly, proud of her reserve considering the jumbled mess she was inside.
“You don’t think…?” Cynthia let her implication go unspoken, but her face paled.
“It’s too soon to tell who’s behind Bates’s murder.” Madison sounded steadier in that conclusion than she was in her gut.
“Huh… That doesn’t sound like the Maddy I know.” Cynthia angled her head. “Lillian’s name just popped right into your head when I brought up the stabbed woman? I doubt that. You’d already noted the similarities between the two murders, didn’t you?”
Terry turned to face Madison now that she’d been called out. Maybe she should just admit to that much. “I did.”
Terry’s brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you say anything about Lillian upstairs?”
“Why didn’t you?” she fired back, and Terry shook his head. “Listen,” she said firmly, “we have to look at this murder from all angles, and I’m not going to get stuck on one guess. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Cynthia, we need to question the vic’s girlfriend and coworker.” Madison stepped down the walk toward the driveway, her mind spinning and emotions cresting.
“If you think he’s back,” Cynthia called out, “you should get protection, just to be safe.”
Madison spun to face her friend. “I’ll be fine.” And there was that word again. She’d been saying fine a lot today. When she’d first started seeing a shrink—under mandated orders after her ordeal with Constantine—her doctor had pointed out that she used the adjective often, and that it was a means of deflecting how she truly felt.
“You’ll be fine? What if you’re not?” Cynthia’s shoulders sagged, and her face drained of color. “You need to at least remove yourself from this case. If Constantine’s back…”
Madison’s body stiffened. Hearing her friend say his name again and seeing her so visibly upset shook Madison to her core, weakening her resolve to just deal with this investigation one step at a time. Her mind was telling her to let go of the idea that Constantine killed Bates, but her heart wasn’t buying it. Bates’s murder, and what it represented from her perspective, was truly a nightmare she wished she could wake up from, but she wasn’t going to cower in a corner. She wouldn’t let him win.
“If he’s back and he’s going to come for me, he’ll do it whether I’m working this case or not. Now,” she said, “we really do have work to do.”
Cynthia waited a few beats. “Just be careful.”
“I will. I promise.” Madison walked away, and while Cynthia didn’t say anything else, Madison could feel her friend’s eyes on her back.
“She’s right, you know.” Terry stepped in line with Madison.
She couldn’t bring herself to glance over at her partner. Her body was quaking, a mixture of fear and anger. The latter won out. She met his gaze now. “What? That I should go into hiding? No. He doesn’t control how I live my life.”
Terry shook his head. “Not hiding, no. But if you really think he’s back, you should take precautions.”
Madison let out a deep breath. “How about we prove he’s back in town and go from there?” she suggested coolly, keeping her strides wide and determined.
She headed toward Tendum, who was in the car with Yasmine Stone, presumably taking her statement. Madison made eye contact with him and gestured to him with a curled finger. Tendum nodded in receipt of her unspoken message to come out and update them, and joined Madison and Terry by the trunk of the car.
“What can I help you with, detectives?” The twentysomething officer’s eyes were alert, and his cheeks were flushed with the cold air.
Madison rubbed her hands. “How are you making out with her statement?”
“Almost finished.” Tendum’s gaze went to the car, and Madison sensed he was eager to get back to Yasmine. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“We’ll be taking her downtown shortly.” Madison stepped farther away from the vehicle, and the men followed her. She didn’t want Yasmine to overhear them. “I just want to make sure you ask a few specific things so we can see if she replies the same way when we ask the same questions later.”
“Understandable,” Tendum said. “Shoot.”
Shoot? Sometimes the officer’s age really didn’t do him any favors.
“But first, I want to start with your impressions,” Madison said. “How does she seem? Shaken? Distant? Angry? Shocked?”
“I’d say she’s scared and shaken.”
Madison hadn’t expected that. “Have you asked her why she’s scared?”
“She said finding him ‘like that’ was unsettling and that it’s scary how we can be here one minute and gone the next.”
“So she’s analyzing her own mortality. Quite a natural reaction,” Terry chimed in.
“I’d say there’s more to it,” Tendum ventured. “She’s shaking and biting her bottom lip quite often and fidgeting with her hands.”
Those traits could indicate shock, nervousness, or guilt. After all, she had the attention of Stiles PD and not in a good way. The person to find a dead body always fell under suspicion.
“Did you push her further on why she’s so scared and unsettled? Try to break her?” Madison asked.
Tendum nodded. “I did, but I didn’t really get anywhere.”
Hopefully Madison would be able to apply enough pressure to squeeze something more out of the woman once they got her downtown. “When did she last see him alive?”
“She said she came over last night for a booty call at about eleven and left before midnight.”
“And then she came back early this morning? Why didn’t she just spend the night? Did you ask her that?” Madison snapped at Tendum without meaning to. She had to be on edge about the prospect of Constantine being in town.
Tendum fumbled with his notepad and thumbed through it. A moment later, he looked up, eyes blank. “I didn’t think to…” Tendum seemed embarrassed as he scribbled something down.
“Maybe the guy just preferred to sleep alone,” Terry interjected.
Madison glanced at her partner, defender of the newbies. She pointed to Tendum’s book. “Make sure you ask her.”
Tendum tapped the end of his pen to the page. “I will, Detective. I’ve written it down.”
“And the house has a security system,” Madison added. “Did you ask her anything about that? Whether it was armed when she showed up today? If she has a code and a key for the door?”
Tendum was just staring at her.
“You did see the system, right?” she pressed.
“I…did,” Tendum admitted. “But I didn’t think to ask her either of those questions.”
“Well, add that to your little list, then,” she responded.
Tendum winced and scribbled in his notebook again.
Madison took a few staggered breaths to bring her rising impatience under control, and then asked, “And was he all right when she left him last night?”
“Yeah, he was fine.”
“So you asked?”
The young officer flushed. “Yes.”
“What about how long she’s been seeing Bates?” Madison asked, keeping the questions coming.
“For a few months now,” Tendum responded without consulting his book. “She couldn’t remember exactly when but figured they started seeing each other around October or thereabouts. Before you ask, she’s worked with Bates for a year.” He squared his shoulders as he regained his confidence.
Good work, Newbie, but it will take more to impress me…
“Have you run her background?” Terry asked before Madison could comment aloud.
“Yeah, of course. Nothing of interest there, though. Like, no criminal record anyway.”
Like? Tendum’s youth sprouted through the cracks.
“Is there anything else or should I finish up?” Tendum asked.
“Finish up. Ask her those questions—” she pointed to his notebook “—have her sign off on what she’s told you, and then we’ll take her downtown.”
Tendum nodded and headed back to the cruiser.
A few minutes later, the car doors opened and both Tendum and Yasmine got out. Tendum gestured for her to stay next to the car, but he headed over to Madison and Terry. Yasmine pressed a cheek to her shoulder as she waited.
“I asked about the security system,” he said when he approached Madison. “She says she has a code and a key.”
“And why did she leave at midnight only to return this morning?” Madison asked.
Tendum glanced at Terry but directed his response at Madison. “It was as Detective Grant said: he likes to sleep alone.”
“All right. Tell her to come over,” she directed.
Tendum gestured for Yasmine to join them. When she did, he made the introductions. “These are detectives Madison Knight and Terry Grant.”
Yasmine tucked a stray hair behind an ear but didn’t say anything. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, and her complexion was blotchy.
“We’d like to take you downtown, ask a few more questions,” Madison said gently but without room for negotiation.
Yasmine gave Tendum an uncertain glance before following Madison. “I’m not sure why I have to speak with you now.”
“It’s standard procedure,” Madison assured her.
“But I didn’t do anything.” Yasmine stopped walking, her words full of panic as she rubbed her arms.
Madison turned toward the girl. “As I said, it’s standard. It shouldn’t take too long. We just have a few questions.”
A tear fell down Yasmine’s cheek, and she wiped it away before continuing to follow Madison.
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Overview of On the Count of Three
And they thought prison was hell…
When a woman’s disappearance ticks off all the same boxes as two unsolved murders, Miami homicide detective Kelly Marsh is convinced there’s about to be a third. If she’s right and the killer sticks to their previous MO, she only has three days before Jenna Kelter’s decapitated head will show up somewhere in the city. With no time to waste, Kelly reaches out to the one person she knows can help: her former mentor and family friend Jack Harper, who just happens to lead a team with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
BAU special agent and profiler Brandon Fisher easily sees the similarities between Detective Marsh’s missing person case and the two cold cases: all three victims served time for DUI vehicular homicide and disappeared three days after being released from prison. But is that enough to assume Kelter has been abducted by a serial killer? Brandon’s not so sure and fears his boss may have let his personal connection to Marsh cloud his judgment. Surely there isn’t any other explanation for why they jumped into an investigation less than twenty-four hours after Kelter was reported missing. Then again, maybe Brandon is letting his own differences with the detective affect his perspective. He’ll need to move past it, though—and quickly.
After all, this killer has evaded capture for the past six years, and they may be looking at a lot more victims than originally suspected. This serial killer is calling the shots and pulling them into a macabre game of cat and mouse. While the team has no choice but to play, if they don’t make the right moves, one of them may not make it out of Miami alive.
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About the Author
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international bestselling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
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