He moved to a grand piano sporting a collection of pictures featuring a beautiful blonde and a dark, muscled man. Most looked like they were taken at exotic locations.
“Which neighbor said they heard the alarm and called it in?” Adler asked.
Quinn nodded. “Across the street. Mrs. Nolan.”
“Let’s pay her a visit.”
He locked the door behind them and looked toward the yellow colonial. A woman was coming out her front door with a heavy purse slung over her shoulder. They moved across the street and met her at her mailbox.
“Mrs. Nolan?” he asked.
The woman stood a little straighter and looked side to side as if she weren’t sure about him.
Adler held up his badge. “I’m Detective John Adler, and this is my partner, Detective Quinn. Mind if we ask you a few questions?”
“Uh, sure. I already spoke to the police.”
Adler smiled. “Just a few more questions, Mrs. Nolan.”
“Okay.”
He jabbed his thumb toward the Crowley house. “Mrs. Nolan, I understand you’re the one who called 911.”
“I am. I heard a loud alarm go off as I was walking past with my dog. Like I said, I already told all this to the detective.”
“I’m with the city and working on a case that’s possibly related to this one. I appreciate your patience.”
“Sure.” She shifted her stance.
“What did you see?”
“I saw that woman go inside. She had a rough edge about her and didn’t belong here, so Buster, my miniature dachshund, and I lingered.”
“How long was she inside the house before the alarm went off?”
“A minute tops. Like I said, I stayed outside the house and watched because I wasn’t sure what she was up to. She came by the other day and visited with Erika, who did not look happy about it.”
“And when you heard the alarm, you called the police?” Quinn asked.
“Yes. I always carry a phone. You never know even in the good neighborhoods.”
“Did you see anyone else coming or going from the house?”
“I thought I saw a man run through the woods behind the house, but I didn’t get a good look.”
“Can you tell me anything about him?”
“Medium height and build. He had one of those hoodie things over his head. How is the woman doing? I understand she was stabbed.”
“She’s going to be fine.”
“Were they robbing the house? I mean, the neighbors have all been trying to guess what happened. The consensus is that it was robbers turning on each other.”
“Nothing like that,” Adler said. “As soon as I can share something, we’ll let you know. Thanks again, Mrs. Nolan.”
Adler waved to the woman as she drove off. “She saw a man headed into the woods.”
“She thinks. My buddy in the county police walked through the woods and to the street behind it. No one saw a man.”
“Right.”
“How’s it going with the Gina Mason files?”
“I’ve got Logan reviewing them.”
“Logan? What? He’s on medical leave.”
“He’s a hell of a detective.”
“Shouldn’t he be resting and concentrating on getting better?”
Adler dug his keys from his pocket. “If you were in his spot, would you be focusing on getting better?”
She shook her head. “I’d be all over the case files.”
“Exactly.”
Adler pushed through the front door of his home and spotted the large knapsack tossed in the center of his living room. Beside it was a prosthetic leg designed for running and jumping.
He loosened his tie. “Logan.”
“I’m in the kitchen.”
Adler found Logan sitting in a wheelchair in front of a hot plate poised on a makeshift plywood counter. He dropped a handful of pasta into a pot of boiling water. “Hungry?”
“Always.”
“Occupational therapist said cooking is a good activity to relieve stress.”
“Smells good.”
“It is. I had no idea you lived so well.”
“Ever met a trust fund baby?” he said, smiling.
“No shit, really?”
“What can I say?”
“Damn. If I’d known you were rich, I’d have made you pick up all the dinner tabs.”
Adler shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. “How’s rehab going?”
“Slow but sure. Quinn called to check in. She told me Kaitlin Roe was stabbed. How is she?” Logan asked.
“Lucky to be alive.”
“Shit.” Logan lifted a cup of coffee to his lips. “One of the potential witnesses in the Gina Mason case is dead, the other missing, and another stabbed.”
The pattern was there. Now it was a matter of figuring out who wanted the three women dead. “What are the odds?”
“Low,” Logan said.
“You had a chance to look at the file?” Adler asked.
“I read it last night. It was hard to put down. Also listened to the Jennifer interview Kaitlin conducted.”
“And.”
“It all doesn’t add up, John.”
“How so?”
“In 2004 Jennifer reported to police that she and Erika left early and her sister, Ashley, took them home. When Ashley was interviewed she said the same. She picked the girls up and took them straight home. However, on Kaitlin’s interview tape, Jennifer said that her sister was arguing with someone. She wasn’t sure if there was another person in the car or not. I dug into the files and found Ashley’s phone records. No phone call was recorded about the time she picked up Jennifer.”
“Ashley dated Derek Blackstone then. Maybe he was in the car. I’ll ask Ashley.”
“Might explain why Blackstone is so willing to help out his old pal.”
“Maybe.”
Logan stirred the sauce. “It’s no wonder Jennifer didn’t remember much. She tested positive for Ecstasy. No telling what her blood alcohol was when she left the river. Kaitlin’s blood alcohol was point-zero-eight when it was measured at the hospital about one in the morning. And that’s at least one hour after she stopped drinking, so some of the booze had already metabolized out of her system. When Gina was taken, Kaitlin was hammered. Tack on the Ecstasy and I’m stunned she could get up the hill to Jack Hudson’s house.”
“Adrenaline must really have kicked in that night. Were there attacks on young females similar to the one on Gina and Kaitlin?”
“There were two. Detective North spoke to them both, but there aren’t a lot of details in the files.”
“I’m going to try and see him this afternoon.”
“Good.” Logan rubbed his leg. “What about last night’s attack? Does Kaitlin know who stabbed her?”
“She says she doesn’t remember, but she also doesn’t trust cops.”
Logan continued rubbing his thigh. “Getting stabbed is a good way to deflect attention from her as a suspect.”
“Quinn said the same thing, but twenty stitches. Jesus, I can’t imagine cutting yourself like that,” Adler said.
“Are you in Kaitlin’s corner?” Logan studied him closely.
“I wouldn’t put it that way. I do think it’s too convenient to blame her.”
“Do you want my armchair analysis of you?” Logan asked.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really. You both have survivor’s guilt. She made it out and her cousin didn’t. You made it out and I, well, not so much. You see yourself in her.”
Adler’s guilt and pain crowded the air from his lungs. He didn’t trust his voice. “You survived.”
“True. And I don’t blame you for the leg,” Logan said, holding up his hand. “I wanted to go into that building as much as you did. I wanted to catch that son of a bitch as much as you did. If you remember, I wanted to go in first, but you made me stay back.”
“I should have expected a trap.”
Annoyance flashed in Logan’s gaze. “Don’t give yourself so much credit.”
“I made the decision to enter the building.”
“If you hadn’t, I would have. Let it go. I have enough on my plate without worrying about your shit.”
“You’re worried about me?”
“Someone has to keep your rich-boy ass out of trouble. By the way the handicap rail arrived express, and I put it up.”
That coaxed a smile. “How did it go?”
“Looks great. I haven’t lost the touch when it comes to carpentry.”
“Good to know. I’m not going to have the time to chase the contractors coming to the house for the next few weeks. Maybe you can.”
“Chase?”
“My bad.” He grinned.
Logan smiled. “Just screwing with you.” His expression grew serious. “I got the house covered. Already saw a few places they need to redo.”