Deadly Visions Part 17

Joe walked quickly down the white-tiled corridor that led to the forensics lab. Word must have gotten out, he thought. The cops downstairs had given him some pretty weird looks. Not that he blamed them.

Carla and Howe were with him. They had offered to drive him to the station, but Joe needed the car time to himself, to absorb what he'd just been told.

Angela's fingerprints on his dining room table. Je-sus. Thank goodness Nikki wasn't around tonight, but how long could he keep this from her?

He pushed open the forensics lab doors and walked past the rows of white cubicles that bordered the room. In the back corner, Graham Martin stood at his video telescope.

Martin greeted Joe with a handshake. "I had dinner plans tonight, but I figured you'd want to see this."

"I appreciate that. What do you have?"

Martin pointed to a video screen mounted overthe console. A fingerprint appeared on the left half of the screen, magnified a hundred times its actual size."Okay, this is the print they lifted from the gla.s.s tabletop in your apartment yesterday. The database narrowed it to four possible matches. I honestly didn't even notice the names until I eyeballed them and found the one true match."

"Angela," Joe whispered.

Martin clicked the mouse on his console and brought up another fingerprint. "This is the print of your wife's first digit-her index finger-and, as you can see, it's unmistakable. Tell me, did your wife have a criminal record?"

Joe nodded. "She was arrested sometime during her college years. A protest at an animal testing facility got out of hand, and they took her in. She was probably fingerprinted then."

Martin gestured toward another set of fingerprint slides on his console."In the past few minutes, I think I've found another set of your wife's prints. Her thumbprint and two fingerprints were on a gla.s.s vase."

Are you serious?"

Martin nodded. "I'm pretty sure it's another match."

Joe stared at the slides. "I really don't think she could have left these prints before she-"

Martin cut in. "These are all fresh. Skin oils are a magnet for dust particles, and there's no way that they're three years, or even three weeks, old. I would guess that they were left just a few hours before they were lifted."

Joe managed a smile. "Someone's trying to screwwith my head. And, I might add, doing a good job of it."

Martin pulled a chair from a nearby cubicle."Here. Sit down."

Joe couldn't take his eyes from the fingerprints on Martin's screen.

Angela.

He took a deep breath.

Stay cool. Detach.

He finally turned back to Martin. "How could somebody have faked this? How would you youdo it?"

"Well, I'm not sure there's a way to-"

"Think.With prosthetics?"

Martin looked doubtfully at the monitor. "They would've needed access to her prints. Then they would have had to sculpt the print, taking care to recreate every ridge and every swirl, using some material with the same contact properties as human skin."

"There are people who can transcribe pages of the Bible onto the head of a pin."

"Only after decades of practice," Martin said. "And then there's the skin oils."

"Wait a minute," Joe said. "Is it possible to extract DNA from those oils?"

"Doubtful. We've tried to do it, but it's almost impossible."

"Almost?"Joe asked.

"Even if we were able to do that, we'd need a DNA sample to match it with."

"We could get it from my daughter. Angela's mother is still alive too. You can link it with family members. That would work, wouldn't it?"

Martin shrugged."Yes, provided we could extract a usable strand from the print, but I'm telling you-"

"Try,"Joe said.

"The labs that do this kind of thing are backed up for weeks, even months. It's very expensive, and I'm afraid that the department won't authorize-"

"I'll pay for it myself. Whatever it costs."

Carla patted his arm. "Come on, Bailey. You just need some time to get your head around this one."

"I mean it," Joe said. "Be careful with those print samples. Pull any favors that you have to, but I need this."

Suzanne Morrison gave Joe a wary look. "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

Joe stopped in the hallway near his apartment. s.h.i.+t. In all the confusion, he'd totally forgotten that he was supposed to meet Suzanne."G.o.d, I'm so sorry. It's been a h.e.l.l of a night."

"I can see it on your face. Did you hear Angela's voice again?"

"Not exactly. I'll tell you about it when we get inside." Joe pulled out his keys.

"Where's Nikki?"

"At a friend's. She's absolutely convinced that her mother was here last night. It breaks my heart."

"I thought you were keeping an open mind these days."

"I'm trying to, but I don't want to see Nikki hurt."

"How about you?"

"There are more likely possibilities that I want to explore first."

"That's why I'm here."

Joe unlocked his apartment door and walked inside with Suzanne. "Before we do anything else, let me tell you what happened." Joe told her about his visitor and the fingerprint results.

Suzanne's eyes widened."Okay, you're officially excused for being late."

"Thanks."

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm a little sh.e.l.l-shocked. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Nikki."

"If you want me to leave, we can do this another time."

"No. I'll show you where I heard the voice." He led Suzanne to his bedroom and toward the walls opposite his bed. "It came from that general direction. I couldn't localize the sound. It appeared to be s.h.i.+fting in s.p.a.ce."

Suzanne reached into the paper bag she'd been holding and pulled out a small box."I bought this at a medical supply house today. It cost me eleven hundred dollars, so it'll be going back very soon."

"What is it?"

"It's a telephone amplification device." She opened the box and showed him a thick silver object approximately two inches in diameter. "Hearing-impaired people can take it with them when they travel." Suzanne walked to Joe's desk in the corner of the room, unscrewed the telephone earpiece, and replaced the receiver unit with the one she'd brought. She screwed the earpiece back onto the phone.

"Just like that?"Joe asked.

"Yep." She pulled out her cell phone, punched twob.u.t.tons, and Joe's phone rang. She picked up the handset and balanced it on the cradle.

Joe raised his eyebrows. "I'm still on your speed dial."

"So is a pizza delivery place that went out of business three years ago. Don't read anything into it, I'm just too lazy to update this thing." She spoke into her cell phone."h.e.l.lo, Joe ..."

The sound filled the corner of the room.

Startled, he stepped backward. "Jesus. Is there a subwoofer connected to that thing?"

"Impressive, huh?" She was still speaking into the phone. "You can adjust the timbre to almost any frequency you want. With the ba.s.s turned up, it really adds presence. Is there any chance that your phone receiver was propped up off the hook last night? Whoever it was could've dialed your number and left the connection open until you went to bed."

Joe looked at the phone. "Very clever, but I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Nikki used this phone line to call me at the office after she and Sam found that the apartment had been rearranged. If this phone was off the hook, she couldn't have dialed out."

"There may be a way around that."

"Maybe, but it just didn't sound like this. I'm telling you, the voice didn't come from down there. It was higher up and seemed to be moving. The sound was also much more full-bodied."

Suzanne turned off her cell phone. "Too bad. I once ran into a spiritualist in Lagrange who used this setup. I thought it might have been used here."

"I'll definitely remember this if someone tries to pull it on me. Any other ideas?"

"Not offhand." She glanced around the room. "I'll give it some thought though. I'm sure I'll think of something."

"Thank you, Suzanne."

She unscrewed the telephone earpiece and repackaged the receiver. "You want it to be true, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You want it to be her."

"To beAngela?"Joe looked down."Of course. But I can't let that stop me."

"There's a way we can find out."

"How?"

She stared at Joe. "You know how."

"One of your seances?"

She nodded.

"No, I've told you before. I'll never use her like that. Her memory is too precious to me."

"This is different."

"The h.e.l.l it is. What would your seance prove?"

"It might prove to you that I'm not a fake."

"No. Most spiritualists I investigate have probably done a complete rundown of Angela, hoping I'll use her. Twice I've been tipped off by private detectives-ex-cops-who've been hired by these scam artists to put together files on her. It would prove absolutely nothing."

Suzanne shrugged. "I thought you'd say that. The offer's always open."

"Thanks, but let's keep things a little more earth-bound, okay?"

"If you insist."

He glanced around the apartment. "I told Nikki I'd be seeing you tonight. She was happy about it."

"She's a great kid."

"Yeah. Think maybe you'd like to get together with us sometime?"

Suzanne didn't speak for a moment. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I think we need a better idea of where we stand with each other first. If you want me as your friend, that's fine. If you want more, that's something we should discuss. But it wouldn't be fair to her if you let me get close to her and then just cut me out of your lives again."

Joe stepped close to her."It wouldn't be fair to you either."

"No, it wouldn't."