Stealing Faces - Michael Prescott [68]
On the second page of the Tucson & Arizona section, she found it.
POLICE DENY BREAK IN WHITE MOUNTAINS CASE.
Deny.
She had to read the words three times before they made any sense.
A shudder rippled through her, and she felt a bulge of nausea at the base of her throat.
There had to be some mistake. But of course there wasn’t. Her hope had been only an illusion.
With effort she refocused her eyes on the trembling newsprint in her hands and read the article itself.
A Tucson Police Department spokesman was quick to dismiss reports of a major break in the ongoing White Mountains Killer investigation.
Earlier today, three Tucson-area radio stations reported that a suspect had been arrested and charged with the slaying of Tucson resident Sharon Andrews, whose mutilated remains were found by campers in the White Mountains last August.
The department’s official spokesman, Sgt. Benjamin Graves, called the reports inaccurate. Graves speculated that the misunderstanding may have arisen after the arrest of a homeless man on unrelated charges.
A homeless man. It was never Cray.
The story never had anything to do with Cray at all. She almost stopped reading, too tired to continue. But on the radio, they’d said it was a 911 call. Her call—it must have been.
Scanning the article, she saw 911 embedded in the text two paragraphs down.
The story may have been blown further out of proportion by a separate incident involving a 911 call. Graves confirmed that the department received a call early this morning from an anonymous tipster claiming to know the identity of the White Mountains Killer.
“Somebody’s wires got crossed,” Graves said. “It looks like the arrest and the phone call were both reported at around the same time, and the impression was left that there was some connection between the two. It’s an unfortunate example of the confusion that sometimes occurs in a high-profile case.”
Graves said that the 911 tip was unlikely to represent a legitimate break in the investigation. “Without going into detail, all indications are that the call was one of many false leads we’ve received in connection with this matter. There is no evidence, absolutely none, that would give any credibility to this particular call.”
Graves stressed that members of the public are encouraged to phone the department with any information that may be of value ...
Elizabeth lowered her head.
For just one moment she wanted to toss aside the newspaper and walk away, leave town, hear nothing more about the White Mountains case, and never, ever know if the man who had killed Sharon Andrews had been brought to justice.
One of many false leads, the cop had said. No evidence. Absolutely none.
But she had given them all the evidence they could possibly need.
All they had to do, the damn fools, was look at the satchel, just look at it, for God’s sake—was that too much to ask? Was it unreasonable? Was she wrong to expect any help at all, from anyone, ever?
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she had to do everything herself.
Catch Cray. Kill him. Deliver his body to the front steps of the police station, with the faces of his victims pinned to his hide as incontrovertible proof of his guilt.
The faces of his victims ...
She blinked, then slowly lifted her head with a thought.
A crazy thought. Yes, crazy. Of course it was.
But for once that word didn’t scare her. Because she wasn’t crazy. She knew that now.
It was the world that was insane.
27
Shepherd was cruising the interstate, three miles from Tucson city limits, when his cell phone chirped. He fumbled it out of the side pocket of his jacket. “Shepherd.”
“Roy, it’s Hector. Something’s come up. Something sort of interesting.”
Alvarez was the phlegmatic type, slow to show excitement, but Shepherd heard a rare intensity in his voice now.
“Don’t keep me in suspense,” he said mildly.
“Well, the fax came in from Graham County.” The sheriff’s file on Kaylie McMillan. After leaving the hospital. Shepherd had called Alvarez and summarized Cray’s story. He’d told Alvarez to watch for the fax. “I took