Four Blind Mice - James Patterson [64]
“I’m going,” I said. I started to walk away.
“You’ll be back,” Kyle whispered. “Or maybe I’ll come and visit you next time. At any rate, best of luck with your fascinating murder case.”
I turned back. “You’ll be in here for the rest of your life. Not too long, I hope.”
Kyle Craig laughed heartily in his cell. More than ever, he gave me the creeps.
Chapter 74
AS JOHN SAMPSON drove into Bay Head, New Jersey, he felt his spirits rise dramatically, and the very pleasant sensation inside made him smile to himself. He was doing a lot of that lately. Hell, he was going to ruin his tough-guy image if he kept this shit up much longer.
He drove along Route 35, past sprawling beach houses, Central Market, and a couple of picturesque, whitewashed churches. This part of the Jersey Shore was quiet and undeniably pretty. He couldn’t help but appreciate the serenity and the well-preserved beauty. A slight breeze from the ocean blew through the open windows of his Cougar. Geraniums and rose hips bloomed along the side of the road, obviously planted by the village itself.
What was not to like? He was glad to be here again.
Long ways from D.C., he found himself thinking. And it’s not all bad. For a change of pace anyway. For a break from all the murders.
During the drive up from D.C., Sampson had tried to convince himself that this excursion to the Jersey Shore was all about Ellis Cooper and the other murders, but that wasn’t the whole truth. Coop was definitely a big part of it, but this was also about Billie Houston.
He thought about her all the time. What was it about that wisp of a woman?
Actually, he knew at least part of the answer. From the moment he’d met her, he was completely comfortable. She was the female friend he’d been hoping to meet for a long time. It was hard to describe the feeling, but he knew he’d never had it before. He felt that he could tell Billie things about himself that he’d held inside for a long time. He trusted her already. When he was with her, he could come outside of himself, leave the castle he had constructed to guard the person he really was from being hurt.
On the other hand, John Sampson had never had a successful long-term relationship with any woman. Never been married, not even seriously tempted. So he wasn’t going to delude himself or get too soppy and sentimental about Billie either. He had good reasons to be here in Jersey. A few more questions had to be asked about her husband’s time in Vietnam. He and Alex had learned things from Owen Handler that needed filling in. He was going to solve this murder case. Somehow, someway.
Well, hell, that cynical little introspection had sure dampened his spirits and any burgeoning romance in his soul.
Then he happened to see her up ahead on East Avenue.
Yep, it was her!
Billie was climbing out of her light green convertible with an armful of groceries. He’d called ahead and said he might be coming.
Now who had she been shopping for? Did she expect him to stay for dinner? Oh brother, he needed to calm himself down. Slow down. You’re on the job, that’s all. This is just police business.
Then Billie saw his car and waved her free arm, and he found himself leaning out of the window of the Cougar, calling up the street, “Hey there, little one.” Hey there, little one?
What the hell had happened to smooth and cool and detached John Sampson? What was happening to him?
And why did he feel good about it?
Chapter 75
BILLIE UNDERSTOOD THAT she and John Sampson needed to talk about her husband and his murder. That was why he’d come back, probably the only reason. She made a pitcher of sweetened iced tea, and they went out to the oceanside porch. Might as well be comfortable. Try not to make an ass out of yourself.
“Another perfect day in paradise,” he said, and smiled brilliantly. Billie couldn’t keep herself from staring a little at the policeman. He was strong and good-looking, and his smile was dazzling whenever it came. She had the sense that he didn’t smile enough, and wondered why that was. What had