‘Tell me.’
I lay it out for him. Not all of it, but most of it. And not all of it truthfully. I tell him about the photographs of Father Julian’s children, telling him Bruce gave them to me but that I only just figured out the connection. I tell him how four of the girls are dead and there is still one out there. I tell him about the key Bruce left for me, and the tapes that I found, along with the log.
‘You have got to be kidding me,’ he says. ‘You know you’re in for a world of shit now, right? Going into that bank like that?
You should have just called me.’
‘There wasn’t time, and like I said, I had a key’ I say, not mentioning the court order. That will come later.
‘You’ve been holding out on me for the last month, slowing down my investigation, and you’re telling me there wasn’t time?’
‘Hey,it’s not my fault I’m ahead of you. And you should be thanking me. Most of what you have is because of me. If anything, I’ve sped up your investigation.’
‘Fuck you, Tate. DNA would have told us those girls were related. We’d have figured out the rest.’
‘Yeah, maybe you would have, maybe not, but you wouldn’t even be looking yet. Not until those results came in.’
‘I’m coming to your house. Now. I want you to be there, okay? I’m coming to get all this stuff. And we’re going to have a nice long chat, just the two of us.’
He hangs up before I can debate the issue.
I drive back home and have barely gone inside when Landry pulls up. He looks furious. He has an edge to him that makes me wonder how many times he’s looked into the abyss.
‘Where are they?’ he asks. ‘The tapes?’
‘You first. You listen to the one you found in the confessional?’
‘Yeah. I did. There’s nothing on it of any use. Fact is, none of these tapes are going to be any good. You know we can’t use them.
Even if it was us who found them. Can you imagine the kind of shit storm we’ll have if the public ever finds out about them?
There are going to be lots of confessions of people cheating on their husbands and wives, cheating with their taxes, cheating in all the possible ways the human race can cheat. There’ll be more too. Who the hell knows whether the sanctity of the confessional extends to a tape recording? Or is it limited only to the priest?’
‘So you’re going to keep them quiet.’
‘We’ll listen to them, that’s for sure, but I don’t imagine we’re going to be making any arrests from them. And if our killer is on these tapes …’
‘He is.’
‘… then we gotta find a way of working around it. We mention these things and we’re handing him a defence.’
I lead him into my office and hand him over the log.
‘Money comes in from blackmailing,’ he says, ‘and money goes out for the kids. Looks like our Father Julian was a busy man. It’s probably a miracle he lasted as long as he did without anybody finding out.’
‘Miracles are in his line of work.’
‘Maybe not in the end.’
‘I think Henry Martins knew’
‘What?’
I fill in the Martins connection. He absorbs it, but like me he doesn’t know what to make of it.
‘His body was too decomposed from the water,’ he says.
‘There was no way to get any toxicology from him. No way to tell if he was murdered.’
‘What about the new husband? The one who started all of this?’
‘Who?’
‘The one who died and made you want to dig up Henry Martins.’
He starts to pile the tapes into the evidence bag. “His death was accidental. Turns out he was being exposed to some toxin through his job that he shouldn’t have been exposed to. I don’t know, it wasn’t my case. Lead paint or something. It was fairly prolonged. Weird how it’s all led to this.’
“It’s getting close to eleven o’clock, and suddenly I feel exhausted. All I want to do is get Landry out of my house so I can go to bed.
‘Was this his? It looks new,’ he says, picking up the small tape recorder.
“I just bought it today. I have a receipt.’
‘Yeah, well, I’m taking it. Consider it your first step in cooperating with the police. Enough of those small steps might go a long way to helping you out, Tate. What we got now — and I don’t mean the drunk driving charges. We’ve got breaking and entering …’
‘No you don’t.’
‘We’ve got interfering with a criminal investigation. We’ve got…’
‘Look, I get the point, okay?’
He picks up the photographs. ‘This them?’
Yeah.’
He says nothing for a few seconds, and then, “I really should be taking you in.’
‘Look, Landry, I’m about to crash here, okay? I’m beat. And I’ve told you everything I know, and I’ve given you everything I have. Go and do you’re job and figure out who this maniac is before he kills Deborah Lovatt.’
‘The fifth girl.’
‘Yeah. The fifth girl’