The Night Monster_ A Novel of Suspense - James Swain [64]
“What did you think?” I asked.
“Why didn’t you call me with this information, instead of going to the police?”
Linderman’s voice was strained. He sounded angry.
“The Broward cops helped me find these new victims,” I explained. “It was their information to begin with. Is something wrong?”
“I want you to tell me why my daughter Danielle wasn’t included with the other victims,” he said. “I told you that she was taking nursing classes at the University of Miami when she disappeared five years ago. Why was she left out?”
Linderman had raised his voice and was yelling at me. I was no longer speaking with an FBI agent, but with the distraught parent of a missing child. I didn’t want to upset him any further, and chose my words carefully.
“There are five victims that we know about,” I said. “Each of them was abducted from their apartments. There was a reason for that. The giant is big and he’s slow. By going to his victims’ apartments, he’s able to trap and subdue them. That’s his M.O., and he’s used it every time he’s abducted a young woman.
“Your daughter’s abduction was different. Danielle went for a run in the woods near her dormitory, and was never seen again. She was a good athlete, and could have run away from her abductor, if she’d realized she was a target. But she didn’t. My guess is, she was tricked by her abductor and then subdued, which is how those type of abductions usually happen. Based upon that information, I decided not to include her in the group.”
My explanation was met with stony silence. One of the bikers fell off his chairs in a drunken haze, and his buddies began ridiculing him. Their noise couldn’t have come at a worse time, and I cupped my hand over my cell phone.
After a few moments, Linderman spoke to me.
“Are you ruling Danielle out completely?” he asked.
I was good at what I did, but I wasn’t infallible. What if the giant had gone to Danielle’s dorm room, found her gone, and had tracked her down in the woods and abducted her? There was a possibility that this had happened, and I had no right to tell Linderman otherwise. He had lost a child, and people who lost children needed to believe that one day they’d see those children again, or at the very worse, find out what had happened to them. All of my experience did not give me the right to extinguish that hope.
“No, I’m not,” I said. “Your daughter was athletic, and she was studying nursing. She’s still a possible victim. I just didn’t feel comfortable including her in the group of known victims. I’m sure you’ve done that with investigations before.”
Linderman exhaled deeply into the phone.
“Yeah, a few times,” he said, calming down.
“Then you understand what I did,” I said. “I’m not giving up on finding your daughter.”
“I know you’re not. I’m sorry. I just lost my cool.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“Thanks, Jack.”
I heard a click on the line. Someone was trying to call me. I told Linderman I’d call him right back, and took the incoming call. It was Burrell.
“You were a star,” I said.
“Where are you? What’s that noise in the background?” Burrell asked.
“Just some drunks. I went to a bar to watch you.”
“Well, get in your car,” she said. “I think we may have found your abductors.”
CHAPTER 31
uster jumped into my car and I drove to the address Burrell had given me.
Ten minutes earlier, a 911 call had come from the Happy Days motel in east Davie. According to the caller, a customer had tried to leave without paying his rent, and the motel’s owner had confronted him in the parking lot. A fistfight had ensued, with the owner getting his nose busted and some teeth loosened. The customer had gotten away.
As 911 calls went, no big deal. People skipped out on their motel bills all the time. What made the call notable were two things. It had come two minutes after Burrell’s interview on FOX had aired. And the customer in question had been driving a Jeep Cherokee.
By exceeding the speed limit and running several red lights, I made it to the Happy