Into The Dark Part 20
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"We're not trying to interfere," Ronson said. "I don't care what you're doing down here. We're just looking for information."
Angel flashed her light on Nathan and Avery. "And you brought a s.e.xy cop and a mortician to help?"
Nathan choked back a laugh. "Nathan Madigan, Las Vegas SWAT."
"And Detective Avery." Avery emphasized his rank and took a step toward Angel. "I'm not as forgiving as Agent Ronson. If I find a reason to haul you in, I will."
"f.u.c.k you." Angel reached into her pocket, searching for G.o.d knows what.
"Angel." Once again, Nathan had to negotiate, thanks to Avery's fat mouth. "Agent Ronson is in charge. She'll stick to her word. We need your help. Please."
"Come on, girl," Rod said. "It's cool."
"You're lucky you're easy on the eyes." Angel looked at Nathan. Her hand retreated from her pants pocket. "I'll listen to just look at you for a while."
Avery snickered.
"And you better shut up." Angel pointed a finger at Avery. "I might change my mind."
"Fair enough." Ronson reached into her rucksack for the composite sketch of the Taker. Thanks to Emilie's memory of the museum encounter, the sketch now had a complete face. "We're looking for this man. He doesn't live in the tunnels, but he may frequent them. He tries to blend in, but there's something off about him. He's got clean fingernails, newer clothes."
"Nice shoes," Burrell piped up. "I'd forgotten about them. Expensive, like Doc Martens or something. I remember thinking those might get him killed."
"Have you seen or heard of anyone like that?" Ronson asked.
"What's in it for me?" Angel crossed her arms over her chest.
"Angel, this man tried to kidnap a woman from WestOne Bank," Nathan said. "His plan was to drag her down here. He's disappeared, and her life is in danger. She needs your help."
"How you know he ain't left Vegas?" Angel sat back down on the crate and picked up a pack of Camels and a cracked lighter off the floor. "Why would he stick around with you searchin' for him?"
Ronson nudged Nathan with her flashlight. He took another step forward. "Because he sent the victim-her name is Emilie Davis-a newspaper clipping about the attempted kidnapping. He wanted her to know he was still out there. He's been watching her for a long time, planning on kidnapping her. Obsessions like that don't disappear because the cops are on your tail."
"She got kids?"
"No. She's alone. That might be why he chose her."
"What about the rest of her family? Can't she go stay with them?"
Avery made an impatient noise. Ronson shushed him.
"She's not speaking with her family," Nathan answered. "Hasn't seen them in years."
Angel took a long drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke in Avery's direction. "My family s.h.i.+t on me too. That's why I'm out here. No one wants me or my habit."
"I'm sorry," Nathan said honestly. "No one deserves to be treated that way."
Another drag. "You ever seen someone die?"
"Yes."
"I'm not talking about a murder victim or whatever. Someone you love."
"Yes."
"Who?"
d.a.m.nit. He didn't want to talk about Jimmy, not with Avery listening and waiting to pounce. "My uncle. He was stabbed when I was fourteen. Died in my arms."
"You have anything to do with it?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"You got that look in your eyes. More than pain. Guilt."
Nathan looked away. He stared at the graffiti on a nearby wall. Someone had painted a woman with her arms stretched toward a cloudy sky, an agonized expression on her face. "He was there because of me." The pain cut as deep as ever. He swallowed hard.
Angel tossed her cigarette into the nearby stream of dirty water. "My brother got killed 'cause of me. I couldn't pay up my drug debt."
"I'm sorry."
She stared at him for a minute, as if debating. "I've seen this guy a few times. Further east, toward Fremont Street. Never talked to him. He kept to himself. Always watching everyone."
"Did you see him in a certain area?" Ronson asked.
"Nah. He just came and went. And it's been a while."
"He with anyone?" Burrell said.
"Snake. And Cracky Joe. Sometimes Petey. But I haven't seen Petey around for a while."
"Same guys as before," Ronson said. "Do you know where we can find Snake or Cracky Joe?"
Angel shrugged. "Cracky could be anywhere, looking to score. Snake, he's a loner mostly. I heard he's got a camp over by the Tropicana but that was a couple of months ago. May have moved."
"Thank you, Angel." Nathan extended his hand.
She took it. "You gotta find a way to let go of that guilt in your eyes before it eats you up inside." Angel s.h.i.+fted on the hard crate, stretching her legs. "Take it from me; it's no way to live."
"So do you," Nathan answered.
Angel laughed bitterly. "I've got my own way of dealing. But you're a good boy. Don't let the past mind-f.u.c.k you the rest of your life."
As the group headed farther into the drain, Nathan glanced back at Angel for one last time. She'd switched off the camp light. All he could see was the glowing end of her pipe as she lit up.
Burrell led the small group into many camps, but Snake appeared to have vanished. No one had seen him in at least two weeks. The location Angel mentioned had been taken over by a new resident.
Burrell agreed to sit with a sketch artist so a composite of Snake could be distributed.
"Maybe he got a job, went legit." Nathan dumped his gear into the trunk of his Camry. His clothes again stank of the drains, and his boots were covered in grime.
"Nah," Burrell said. "Snake's been down here a long time, likes it. He's not the type to get a boss. He's either in jail or dead."
Nathan exchanged a look with Ronson. Snake was a liability to the Taker. Had he simply been eliminated?
"Avery," Ronson said. "Take Burrell back to the station and get him started with the sketch artist. I'll ride with Madigan."
Avery grunted. His sneakers were caked with dirt, his clothes spattered with mud and other organic material. "Thank G.o.d I took a Metro car. I'd never get this smell out of my leather seats."
Nathan rolled his eyes and slammed the Camry's door. Ronson had already started the car and cranked up the air conditioning. He inhaled a deep breath of the clean air. "That smell will stick with you for a long time. Burns itself into your memory."
"That's not the worst I've smelled." Ronson grimaced.
"Body?"
"In a tanning bed. Died inside and baked for two days before anyone found her."
"Murder?"
"Looked like it at first, but turned out she had a heart attack. That was the worst smell I've ever encountered. Her insides were pure goo."
Nathan looked wistfully at his glove compartment where a bag of chips waited for him. "So much for a snack."
"Sorry. Guess you get immune to it after a while."
"You couldn't be immune to what we saw today. Those people shouldn't have to live that way." Nathan had thought seeing innocent lives lost would be the worst experiences of his career He was wrong. Seeing the living existing in the filth and sadness of the tunnels was far more painful.
"No, they shouldn't." Ronson pulled out her phone and began typing in a note in the memo pad. "But some are there by choice, whether it's from drugs or simply not wanting to be a part of proper society like Snake."
"It's more than that," Nathan argued. "Like Angel. She's doing drugs to numb the pain. She fell through the cracks in a screwed up system."
"She really got to you, huh?"
Nathan switched on the radio. Tense moments had followed after leaving Angel, and Nathan waited for Avery to start in. But either the stench or some tiny sense of compa.s.sion had kept him quiet. Nathan was grateful. He didn't want to talk about Jimmy any more.
"I heard about your uncle," Ronson said.
Nathan looked sharply at her. "Johnson tell you?"
"No. I'm an FBI agent. I do have my ways."
Of course. She had access to his records. "Good. Then I don't have to tell you the details."
"You were just a kid."
"I've had this conversation before, Agent." His tone was deliberately curt.
Ronson dumped her phone into her bag and reclined her seat. Her sungla.s.ses covered her eyes, but Nathan could sense her stare.
"I don't mean to pry. But I saw the pain on your face when Angel talked about guilt. She's right. You need to let that go, Madigan."
Let it go. How was Nathan supposed to do that when he saw guilt every time he looked in the mirror? When remorse ate away at his insides every time his father wouldn't look him in the eyes?
"It's not that easy."
"Nothing in life is easy."
Nathan pulled into a vacant spot in downtown command's back lot. "What do you think about Snake? Is he sitting in jail, or did the Taker snuff him out?"
Ronson acknowledged the change of subject with a wry smile and a nod of her head. "I'm not sure the Taker is a murderer. He was in disguise in the tunnels and has enough confidence to think no one can I.D. him. My gut tells me Snake's sitting in county lockup."
"He's your best chance, so I hope to G.o.d you're right."
"Me too."
Her phone beeped with a message. Nathan waited in silence while she listened. He couldn't stop thinking about Angel.
"Well, I didn't expect that." Ronson stuffed her phone back in the bag.
"What?"
"Emilie Davis called. She wants your sister to hypnotize her."
Chapter Nineteen.
Emilie sat down on the taupe-colored couch. She crossed her ankles and folded her hands in her lap. Her back was uncomfortably straight.
"Relax." The woman sitting across from her looked nothing like the uptight psychologist she'd talked to in the psych ward at University Medical Center years ago. Kelsi Madigan-Bennett's shoulder-length black hair was streaked with dark red highlights. She wore denim capris with slightly raggedy cuffs and colorful bracelets adorned her arms. The physical resemblance between her and Nathan was clear, right down to the blue eyes. Their noses had the same delicate slope, and each had full lips and a dimple on their right cheek.
"I'm relaxed."
Kelsi laughed. Her eyes wrinkled around the edges like Nathan's when she smiled. "You look like you're ready to bolt. This won't hurt, I promise."
"I know that."
"Is there something you're afraid of?" Kelsi leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. "Besides your stalker?"
"That's pretty much it." Emilie looked around the small office. It was cozy, painted in calming neutral shades with family pictures scattered throughout. Several of a blond man and a tow-headed little boy sat on Kelsi's desk.
"I don't believe that." Kelsi tapped her foot, her silver toe-ring s.h.i.+ning in the morning sun.
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