Creep - Jennifer Hillier [111]
“So she wouldn’t have left town with him.”
“No chance in hell.” Annie reached for her little tube of cherry lip balm and rubbed more on her lips, something she did when she was contemplating. “She hated him. She wanted him out of her life.”
“So in your opinion, she’d have no reason to be in a car, sleeping, heading to his house, three weeks ago?”
“None whatsoever. It’s been hell ever since she ended it with him. She loved Morris—she couldn’t wait to get married. We speculated . . .”
“What?” Jerry prompted.
“It’s not an official diagnosis, so don’t take my word for it, okay?” Annie shifted her position, stretching her legs out in front of her. Jerry placed her bare foot in his lap and began massaging it, eliciting a sigh of contentment from his wife. “We thought he might have some kind of antisocial personality disorder. On the surface, he fits the criteria. A lack of empathy for others, poor impulse control, a sense of entitlement, the inability to form meaningful relationships.”
Jerry had come across a lot of people like that in his time with Seattle PD. “So he didn’t love her?”
“He might have. Antisocials can feel love. But if they’re rejected, they don’t take it well. Ethan lashed out in a big way. He seemed intent on ruining Sheila’s life.”
Jerry cracked his knuckles, trying to process this information. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’d better go call Torrance. And Morris.” He kissed the top of her foot and got up off the bed.
Annie’s eyes widened. “Mike Torrance? At this time of night?”
“Yep.” Jerry threw his jacket back on and headed toward the door. “Going to see if he can reopen Sheila’s case.”
Annie’s face held both relief and concern. “When are you coming home?”
“Don’t wait up, hon.”
“Hey, you never told me what happened to your face!”
Jerry shut the door behind him and pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket.
Up until now there hadn’t been anything to convince him that Sheila hadn’t left Morris of her own free will. But that tape, combined with what he’d learned about Sheila’s relationship with Wolfe, certainly indicated that Morris’s instincts were right. Sheila had no business being in Lake Stevens. And even if the tape didn’t show her in the car with Wolfe, that she was in Wolfe’s neighborhood the night she was last seen anywhere was way too much of a coincidence for a woman who hated her ex-lover and was looking forward to her wedding.
He scrolled through his phone for Torrance’s number. Once he was in the car, he made the call. His former partner answered after five rings. “Mike, it’s Jerry. Did I wake you?”
Torrance’s voice was hoarse. “This better be good.”
“I have some new information about the Tao case. I think we have enough to reopen it. Can you meet me at PD?”
“You’re not serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
Jerry could almost hear the wheels in Torrance’s brain turning. Jerry would never have requested a face-to-face if he didn’t have something compelling, and Mike Torrance knew that.
“Give me fifteen minutes.”
Jerry ended the call, then scrolled through his phone again until he found Morris’s number.
CHAPTER : 37
Sheila watched Ethan pace the room.
He hadn’t said a word since he’d arrived an hour before. Instead, he was muttering to himself, going in and out of his workroom, clearly trying to work something out in his head.
Her instincts told her he was beginning to crack. What had happened—or almost happened—between them a few days ago was proof of that. She had gotten close to him, and she was certain she could do it again.
It was her only hope.
Her feet dangled off the bed, not quite touching the floor. She watched as he came out of the workroom for the tenth time, and her heart lurched when she saw that the small silver gun was tucked into the waistband of his jeans once again. She hadn’t seen the gun in days. He made no move to wave it in her face. Instead, he lay