Many Bloody Returns Part 48

They decided making another call to the police station to track him down might provoke unwelcome attention, so rather than drive

back to get to Mark's laptop in Raleigh, Stella called Ramon in Boston and asked him to find Norcomb's address and directions to his house.

After hanging up, she said, "By the way, Ramon said-"

"I know, he said to remind me to put dirt in my bed. Smug b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I'll come up with a way to get him back one of these days."

"Would it help if I mentioned that Ramon is afraid of snakes?"

"Is he?" Mark said with just the kind of fiendish grin a vampire was supposed to sport. He was happily plotting revenge when they pa.s.sed by Norcomb's house. A squad car was parked in the driveway, making it a good bet that Stella's cousin was at home.

Stella drove a few blocks farther and parked outside a dark house. "Does he live alone?"

"No wedding band, so he's not married, and he mentioned calling his mother, so he doesn't live with her," Mark said.

"Good. I don't want to risk anybody seeing the car, so you take it and keep circling the area. I'll call you on the cell when I need you."

"Aye aye, captain."

"Don't get lost!" She scooted out and was gone in a blink, while Mark moved to the driver's seat to randomly drive up and down

the streets of the housing development, hoping n.o.body would notice him. An hour and a half later, his cell rang.

"Stella?"

"No, it's dear old Aunt Estelle. Do you remember that big red house right after we turned onto Norcomb's street?"

"Having driven past it approximately twenty-eight times tonight, I doubt I'll ever forget it."

"Pick me up there."

"Aye aye-"

"Once was funny. After that it gets old."

"Yes, beloved."

"That one never gets old."

"Neither do we," Mark said, and broke the connection.

Stella wasn't in sight when he drove up but appeared at his window almost immediately. "Move over." She climbed in and, as she

got the car moving, tossed a yellow legal pad and a videotape into his lap.

"What's this?" he asked.

"My notes from my talk with Norcomb and a copy of the Wal-Mart security tape. Or rather the copy of his copy that I had him

make. If he'd had a photocopier, I'd have copied the case files, too."

"He had all that at his house?"

"For one, your talk today got him thinking about Jane again, and for another, I think he's a little obsessed with her."

"Clearly." Then a thought occurred to him. "He didn't kill her himself, did he?"

"Nancy Drew would be proud of you," she said approvingly, "but no, he did not. I asked."

"You're sure? How thoroughly did you bespell him?"

"Deeply enough that he won't remember me, you, or Aunt Estelle. I could have made him forget his own address while I was at it,

but that seemed a bit excessive."

"You've got to teach me how to do that."

"It just takes practice," she said.

"What else did he tell you?"

"Everything he knows about the case, but there wasn't a lot more than what he told you, unless you count the forensic details:

decomposition, tissue damage, lividity. I'd have been done half an hour sooner if I hadn't had to ask what all the terminology

means."

"You'll have to watch more CSI. Any leads we can use?"

"Possibly. It turns out that Jane was at Benny's the day she went to Wal-Mart."

"That's where I met Norcomb. Kind of a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Not really. How many restaurants do you think there are in Allenville?"

"Good point. Was she there before or after her shopping spree?"

"Before, when her outfit was still noticeable. Black on black, with a skull ring."

"No wonder she threw it away."

"A good thing she did, or the murderer would have disposed of it along with the clothes she was wearing when he killed her."

"What difference does that make?"

"Well, it turns out my cousin is one devoted investigator. He went to the dump and found Jane's old clothes, still stuffed in the shopping bag."

"Don't tell me he had that at his house, too?"

"He did. Having a boy like that in the family does my heart proud."

"And well it might. Did you learn anything from the clothes?"

"I didn't want to handle them too much-I've watched enough CSI to know about contaminating evidence-but I did get a good

whiff of them. Of course, I got a good whiff of garbage from the dump, too, but still, I've got Jane's scent."

"Stella, how good do you smell?"

"Sweet enough to make bees give up roses, according to the perfume bottle."

"Granted, even without the perfume, but I was referring to your sense of smell. Compared to, say, a bloodhound's."

"I've never made the comparison," she said, "but I am considered gifted, even for a vampire."

"Gifted enough that you'll be able to track her after two years?"

"It's a long shot, but since this whole idea is a long shot..."

"True enough."

It took a while for Stella to find a secluded parking place somewhat near where Jane's body had been found, though it was still a

long enough walk that Mark was glad they were wearing running shoes. Even vampires got blisters on their feet from walking too