Playing Dead_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [150]
“Langstrom fits the profile. Only child, mother died young, father successful and largely absent. Lincoln comes in, gives the young boy attention—it appears she preferred twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys—and when the one got too old, she traded for another. If Langstrom was already pre-wired a sociopath, the rejection could have set him off.”
“But,” Mitch asked, “as a boy, wouldn’t he have a harder time coming forward?”
“Absolutely. Any victim of sexual abuse has a hard time telling authorities, but boys especially feel that they aren’t men if they cry rape. And Langstrom doesn’t seem to be the type to go to his father. I suspect that Ms. Lincoln preyed on the wrong boy—maybe one who had someone in the home who saw the signs and cared enough to do something about it. The police would have done an investigation, probably interviewed Langstrom. And he testified in court. He’d have felt humiliated and worthless and it would spur his anger, especially if he didn’t receive decent counseling. And even if he had—” Hans shook his head.
“Don’t sympathize with him,” Mitch said.
“I’m not,” Hans said. “But understanding his background gives us an advantage.”
Meg said, “What you’re saying, I think, is that Langstrom came to Sacramento to assassinate Taverton—either because of blackmail or money or both—and he saw Claire and fixated on her.”
“Exactly. He returned later with a new identity as a cop. Got a job with Sacramento PD. Befriended Dave Kamanski, who was close to his age, and whose father had become the guardian of the minor Claire. He insinuated himself in all of their lives. And when everything started spiraling out of control, he took her.”
“Why?” Mitch asked, slamming his fist on the dashboard. Faster, faster. The longer Langstrom had Claire . . .
“Because he couldn’t leave her behind.”
“What about the judge and Mancini?” Meg asked.
“Payback. I don’t think Langstrom had anything to do with drugging Claire at the Rabbit Hole. From what Mitch said, and the Lora Lane journals Grant found in Harper’s car, Ms. Lane had drugged Claire because Harper told her to. When Langstrom found out about the attack on Claire, he snapped. He went after all of them, taking them out to avenge Claire and protect his identity.”
“So he’s not going to kill her?” Mitch asked.
“I don’t know what he’s going to do,” Hans admitted. “But I don’t see any good coming from this. Bridget Lincoln is dead. She was strangled two weeks after she was released from prison.”
“You think Langstrom did it?”
“No one was arrested, but I don’t have the police files. I don’t know who they looked at or what evidence they had.”
“Then what is he going to do with Claire?” Mitch said.
“I think he intends to kill her, then disappear. But first I think he has something specific in mind for her.”
Hans didn’t say it, but Mitch knew he was talking about sexual assault. Mitch forced himself not to speed more recklessly.
“Why now and not five years ago? Ten years ago?”
“Because he still felt like he had control over Claire and over his life. Even with his blackmailers dead, he probably assumes they have records about him and his crimes. He knows his duplicity will be exposed. And in his mind, he can’t leave Claire. Unless she’s dead.”
Mitch had the accelerator floored. Dillard Road was one mile ahead. “Where off Dillard?” he asked through clenched teeth, not daring to take his eyes off the road.
“Two point six miles south turn left. Lemon Road. Go to the end, five miles. That’s where he lives.”
Fight, Claire.
Claire took the stairs as fast as she could, biting the inside of her cheek against the pain in her leg. She hated that she was naked, not just because of modesty, but because her skin was so pale. Even in the dark, she would be easy to spot. She wanted dark clothing for camouflage. And a gun.
She’d take what she could get. Freedom. She made it to the