Secrets To The Grave Part 51
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"Very tired. Terribly tired. Have to go now."
With that Zander Zahn brought the knife down and plunged it into his own stomach.
74.
Oakwoods Park held special memories for Dennis. He had grown up playing in the woods away from the playground and picnic area where everything was neat and tidy. The wooded, wild part of the park was way more fun. He had spent hours in there playing war, and Indians, and pirates, and pretending he was a kidnapper. That was his favorite. He would kidnap some other kid and tie them up and scare the c.r.a.p out of them. That was fun.
Out in these woods was where they had found the dead lady last year. Him and Cody had been chasing Tommy Crane and Wendy Morgan, and they had gone tumbling down a bank. Tommy had practically landed right on her. She was mostly buried, but her head was sticking out of the ground, and one hand with a finger almost chewed off by a dog.
When n.o.body was looking Dennis had snapped the finger off and stuck it in his pocket.
He walked through the woods now, looking for, and finding, a good spot to stash his stuff. He would camp there tonight, but he was going to have to steal a blanket because it was f.u.c.king cold and the ground and all the dead leaves on it were wet. He wouldn't complain, though. He was a man now. He would suck it up.
The next thing he needed was a disguise. His picture was going to be all over the news, and the cops were going to be looking for him. With his red hair, he was going to be easy to spot.
He picked his way through the woods to the edge of the playground where a couple of kids were kicking a soccer ball back and forth. They looked like they were maybe fifth graders. Both of them were smaller than he was. The one was wearing a black baseball cap with the Raiders logo on the front.
"Hey!" he said, walking up to the boys. "Can I play?"
The kid with the cap looked up at him. "Who are you?"
"I'm the guy that's gonna kick your a.s.s. Gimme the ball."
The other kid s.n.a.t.c.hed the ball up off the ground and held it, ready to run.
"You better gimme the ball," Dennis said. "I killed someone last night. I can kill you too, you little d.i.c.k."
The kid's eyes got big and he took off running.
Dennis grabbed the other one by the arm with one hand and smacked him upside the head with the other.
The kid screamed like a girl. Dennis took his ball cap and knocked him to the ground, then turned and ran for the woods before somebody's parents showed up.
That had been easy. But of course it was. He was a bada.s.s stone-cold killer now. Taking a hat off a kid was nothing.
With his new prize shoved down on his head, he went walking. He needed a weapon. He wished he could get a gun, but n.o.body was going to sell a gun to a twelve-year-old boy, even if he had killed somebody.
Knives were better anyway. He had really liked the way it felt when he had stuck his pocketknife into Cody's guts. He had relived that moment over and over in the year since. It made him get excited thinking about it, and thinking about how it would feel when he stuck it in Miss Navarre.
It was kind of like f.u.c.king, he thought. If he was f.u.c.king her, he would stick his thing in her over and over and make her scream. When he stabbed her, he would stick his knife in her over and over, and she would scream.
Cool.
He cut through the alleys in the neighborhood near his old school. The houses here were old and most of them had garages that weren't attached, which was good because no one inside the house would hear him looking around. And a garage would be a good place to find a weapon. People left all kinds of s.h.i.+t in their garages.
He picked a garage that had a small side door that wasn't locked, and let himself in. There was all kinds of cool stuff hanging on the walls and piled on a workbench. Power tools, garden tools, regular tools.
A screwdriver might be good, he thought. He picked one up and felt the weight of it in his hand, and practiced stabbing with it. Not bad.
Among the garden tools was a machete, which was the coolest thing, but it was too big. He couldn't go around town carrying a machete and not have people notice.
Then he found it. Hanging on a pegboard at the back of the workbench were some woodworking tools-chisels and gouges and stuff. Most of them were four to six inches of blade with a curvy wooden handle that would feel really good in the hand.
Dennis stood on a cooler to reach them and selected two-one for each hand. One was thin and sharp and had a groove running down the center of the blade. The other one was straight and pointed.
They fit perfectly in the pouch of his sweats.h.i.+rt.
Happy, he let himself out the side door and continued on his way. Miss Navarre's house was only a couple of blocks away.
Dennis had been to her house before. Not because she had ever invited him, but because he had come in the night to try to look in her windows. It was a really nice house with a big porch on the front and roses in the yard.
Dennis's heart was pounding as he went up the sidewalk with his hands stuffed in the pouch of his sweats.h.i.+rt. He didn't really have a big plan. He figured she would maybe invite him inside depending on whether or not she had seen the news about him being a killer. She would be surprised to see him. That was for sure.
He almost got the giggles as he thought about the things she might say to him.
You shouldn't kill people, Dennis. That's not nice.
How can I give you your surprise if you started the fire with your homework?
She was going to be sorry she hadn't come to see him.
Dennis rang the doorbell and stuck his hand back in his pouch, his fingers touching the handle of his weapon. His heart was beating fast. His palms were sweaty.
The door opened and a skinny old man scowled down at him. He had to be a hundred, and he was dressed like a golfer.
"Who are you?" the old man demanded.
Dennis swallowed hard.
"I'm Dennis. Is Miss Navarre home?" he asked, trying to crane his neck so he could see inside the house.
"My daughter doesn't live here anymore," the old man said. "She finally got married."
"She was my fifth-grade teacher," Dennis said. "I just wanted to see her 'cause ... she was the best teacher I ever had. And ... I mow lawns now and she told me that maybe I could mow her lawn."
"Well, she doesn't live here. She lives over by the college. This neighborhood wasn't good enough for her," he said bitterly. "I'm well rid of her, though. She wasn't much of a housekeeper."
Dennis didn't know what to say about that.
A short, plump lady with black hair piled high on her head came up then from somewhere inside the house.
"What you doing standing there with the door open? You let in all the cold. You catch your death," she said with a funny accent. She looked like maybe she was Chinese or from an island someplace or something. Dennis wasn't sure.
"You should be so lucky," the old man snapped at her.
"You catch your death, I don't get paid," the woman said. "Why you think I keep you alive, old man?"
"For the witty repartee."
The woman zeroed in on Dennis. "What you want, little boy?"
"He wants to visit Anne," the old man said, waving a hand at Dennis as if to dismiss him. "Write down her address for him."
75.
"He's in surgery," Mendez reported, handing him a cup of coffee.
Vince sat in a chair in the ER waiting area, drained and stunned. He had already replayed the entire scenario over in his head half a dozen times, trying to make sense of the things Zander Zahn had said.
What had he been apologizing for? Killing Marissa? Killing his mother? Killing himself? When had he been bad? Thirty years ago? A week ago?
Marissa, Marissa. Mommy, mommy Mommy, mommy.
Had he confused the two and killed Marissa? Or was he saying she had been the mother he never had?
"Wow," Mendez said. "Brilliant guy like that ... I guess it's true what they say about it being a thin line between genius and madness."
"I guess," Vince murmured.
"So he was in a dissociative state when he came out of that closet at you?"
"Something like that."
"He sure as h.e.l.l looked crazy. Do you think he snapped like that when he went after Marissa?" He snapped his fingers as a thought popped into his head. "I've got to get his blood type so we can match it to the blood on the sweats.h.i.+rt-in case he cut himself during the attack."
Vince said nothing.
Mendez looked at him, brows furrowed. "Are you okay?"
"Sure."
"We just closed our case, man. It's all over but the paperwork."
"The crazy guy did it," Vince said with none of the enthusiasm Mendez was looking for.
"Well, he did," Mendez said. "He all but confessed."
Vince tipped his head. "All but."
Getting irritated, Mendez got up and began to pace. "What the h.e.l.l do you want? A f.u.c.king Perry Mason moment?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice." Vince got up and threw his coffee in the trash.
"You're not still thinking you pushed him over the edge?" Mendez asked. "He'd already killed two people before you ever met him, Vince. The guy is a wack job."
"Forgive me if I'm not happy about that," Vince said.
The doors whooshed open, and Cal Dixon came in, trailed by a dozen reporters all shouting questions at the same time. Dixon ignored them and motioned to Mendez and Vince. The three of them went into an exam room while deputies and hospital security chased the riffraff back outside.
Mendez told the story. Dixon stood with his arms crossed over his chest, intent on every detail. Vince sat on the exam table with his forearms on his thighs, and said nothing.
"So that's it?" Dixon said. "Zahn went crazy and killed her."
"And then he went crazy again and tried to kill Gina Kemmer," Vince said. "And then he went nuts again and sent a box of b.r.e.a.s.t.s to Milo Bordain. And one more time when he tried to run her off the road for no real reason."
Mendez sighed his frustration. "He lost it and killed Marissa, and tried to kill Haley. Then he had to try to cover it up, so he shot Gina and dumped her down that well. He walked that fire road every day."
"You can't pick and choose," Vince argued. "He's either crazy or he's not. And if he went into a dissociative state and killed Marissa, it's unlikely he would have had any memory of it after. He wouldn't try to cover up something he didn't know he did."
"He had to know it when he found his b.l.o.o.d.y clothes the next day," Mendez argued. "He knew he killed his mother. He told us about it."
"And who told him? The cops, the psychiatrists, the social workers."
"Maybe he's not crazy at all," Dixon ventured. "Maybe crazy is an act. It got him off before. Why not use it again?"
"You never met him. You never talked to him," Vince snapped. "He isn't an act."
"Why are we chewing each other's tails about this?" Dixon asked.
"Because it doesn't f.u.c.king make sense, that's why," Vince said, irritated. "Why all the bulls.h.i.+t with Milo Bordain?"
"Maybe he doesn't like her," Mendez said. "Maybe to make it look like her son did it."
"We're talking about a guy who finds it too overwhelming to go to Ralph's to buy groceries, but he would pack human b.r.e.a.s.t.s in a box and drive all the way to Lompoc to perpetrate a conspiracy on the Bordain family?" Vince said, incredulous. "What is in your f.u.c.king head?"
"He practically said he did it!" Mendez said.
"But he didn't didn't say it, did he?" say it, did he?"
"He stabbed himself with an eight-inch chef's knife!"
"And what happened to 'Steve Morgan did it'?"
A stout red-haired nurse in scrubs pulled the door open and stuck her head in. "Shut the f.u.c.k up! People in Milwaukee can hear you!"
Mendez held a hand up. "I know. If Zahn mailed the b.r.e.a.s.t.s to Milo Bordain, somebody in that post office is going to remember him. You don't meet that guy and then forget about him. Bill and I will go up to Lompoc and show them the photo of Zahn."
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