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"Yes, I'm afraid there's been another murder. The Midnight Killer has struck again. He killed Jean Goins this time. You and Jean were great friends at one time, if I remember correctly. She was certainly nice to me whenever Uncle Clement took me to visit you. Dad still doesn't know anything about those secret trips, does he?"

Tears welled up in Terri's eyes as she stared at her son.

"You mustn't worry," Tyler said, his voice soft and soothing. "You're safe. No one can get near you except those I personally allow to visit."

"Ra...ra...so," Terri mumbled.

"Ra-so. Ra-so. Are you trying to say Ransom?"

Terri nodded.

"Is that what this is all about? You're afraid Dad will try to get in here to see you?"

Terri patted her chest again.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

She lifted her right hand, pulled back three fingers, and using her thumb and index finger, formed the shape of a gun. She pointed directly at her head. "U...Ra-so...hup."

Tyler stared at his mother, a stunned expression on his beautiful face. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying." He laughed nervously. "You want me to protect you from my father. That's it, isn't it?"

Lila barely managed not to gasp aloud. She stepped back away from the door and closed it quietly. Why did Mr. Tyler think his mother was afraid of Mr. Ransom? Lila had never seen any indication that his visits upset her or that she was in the least bit afraid of him.

What to do, what to do! Should she call Mr. Ransom and tell him what she had overheard? The man had a right to defend himself, didn't he? Besides, if Terri was beginning to form words that could be understood, it would be only a matter of time before she told Mr. Tyler that Mr. Ransom had been visiting her on a regular basis. And then, the s.h.i.+t sure enough would hit the fan.

Lila hurried up the hall, went into the nurses' lounge, and when she saw that it was empty, she removed her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the phone number Mr. Ransom had given her when he'd called her that morning.

Chapter 33.

Carrying a newspaper under his arm and with the straps of a midsize backpack hanging over one shoulder, Casey Lloyd got off the bus at the Greyhound terminal on Wedington Drive in Fayetteville Sat.u.r.day morning. Unfortunately, he'd already missed his SAA meeting, but it couldn't be helped.

After each trip, he felt like celebrating because he knew he was coming closer and closer to achieving his ultimate goal. But what did a guy who had sworn off liquor, drugs, and addictive s.e.x do in order to celebrate? He had a little money left in his wallet, enough to buy himself a steak for lunch, and then afterward, maybe he'd go see a movie. But first, he needed to run by his friend Jason's house and leave his backpack. He kept his personal items stored at Jason's for safekeeping. He trusted his friend not to break open the locked case containing these items and pilfer the contents.

When he pa.s.sed a garbage can, he stopped and tossed away the newspaper. While away from Fayetteville, he had kept up with the news, so he knew the whole nation was abuzz about the Midnight Killer's latest murder.

Casey remembered Jean Goins with affection, mostly because Jean had despised Laura Lou with a pa.s.sion and had often called her a hack who couldn't write her way out of a paper bag.

Poor Jean. Destined to die along with her Midnight Masquerade Midnight Masquerade costars. There were only four of them still alive: Sonny Deguzman, Charlene Strickland, Terri Owens, and Lorie Hammonds. He hoped the final four were living it up these days, enjoying life to the fullest. It was only a matter of time before the Midnight Killer executed each of them. costars. There were only four of them still alive: Sonny Deguzman, Charlene Strickland, Terri Owens, and Lorie Hammonds. He hoped the final four were living it up these days, enjoying life to the fullest. It was only a matter of time before the Midnight Killer executed each of them.

And who knew, maybe when the great executioner, the righter of wrongs, finished with the actors, he might get rid of the producer and the head writer. Casey knew one thing for sure-the world would be a better place without Travis Dillard and Laura Lou Roberts.

Derek Lawrence kicked back on the sofa and placed his feet on the overstuffed leather ottoman in Griffin Powell's study. Sanders served iced tea and then quietly left the room. Derek sipped on the sweet raspberry-flavored tea as he gazed casually about the room, concentrating on the people and not the decor. Griff and Nic were seated in the large armchairs flanking the fireplace and Maleah sat on the opposite end of the sofa. He'd been staying with the Powells for the past few days, and Maleah had driven in from Knoxville that morning. The gruesome murders of Jean and Jeff Misner and their two bodyguards had been front-page news the past two days. And as Powell's gathered more and more information, Derek had been working on a new updated profile of the Midnight Killer.

"I think it's obvious that whoever the killer is, Jean and Jeff Misner not only knew him, but trusted him," Derek said.

"I think we all agree with you on that." Griff downed a hefty sip of tea.

"The LAPD says there was no forced entry." Derek flipped open his notepad. "Both bodyguards were shot to death in the living room, as were the Misners, so the killer didn't enter the house and immediately start shooting. The cook had prepared a meal for the Misners and a guest. Drink gla.s.ses were found in the living room, indicating that the Misners had entertained their dinner guest after the meal. So far, all the fingerprints found belonged to the Misners and their bodyguards. Apparently, our killer was very careful not to leave behind any evidence."

"I a.s.sume the cook left before the guest arrived?" Maleah asked. "Otherwise, he would have killed her, too, since she'd have been able to identify him."

"That's right," Griff said. "And when questioned about if either of the Misners had mentioned their guest's name, she said she didn't recall his name being mentioned. She thought Jean Misner had referred to him by a pet name, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was."

Nic entered the conversation. "She did remember that Jean Misner said their guest was staying overnight and that they hadn't seen him in years."

"It was a rather simple plan and practically foolproof," Derek theorized. "An old acquaintance from out of town phoned the Misners and finagled an invitation to stay with them, at least for one night. They never suspected that he intended to kill them. Why would they have trusted him so implicitly, knowing the person who murdered Jean's costars might well be someone connected to Midnight Masquerade Midnight Masquerade?"

"What if he wasn't directly connected to the making of the movie?" Maleah suggested.

"Y'all ruled out any crazed fans, specifically those obsessed with Midnight Masquerade, Midnight Masquerade," Griff said. "So who does that leave? The most likely suspects are those who were involved in the making of that particular movie."

"You both could be right." A couple of ideas had occurred to Derek yesterday after he'd thoroughly gone over all the information Powell's had acc.u.mulated. He had worked on two profiles for a hypothetical killer. "Let's say that the killer is not directly connected to the movie but is someone all the actors knew."

"Like who for instance?" Nic asked.

"A boyfriend, a husband, a father, a son." Derek paused to allow the others time to absorb his theory. "This person's life was in some way adversely affected by their girlfriend, wife, daughter, mother, or father being involved in the p.o.r.no business, and for some reason they focused all their rage on the actors in Midnight Masquerade Midnight Masquerade. Something happened shortly before the first of this year that triggered all his pent-up rage and sent him off on a killing spree."

"The movie was rereleased on Blu-ray DVD," Maleah said. "Could something like that have been the trigger?"

"Yes, it could have," Derek replied.

Silence fell over the room.

Finally, Griff said, "As scenarios go, it's not a bad one."

Derek grinned. "If you like that one, I have another almost as good."

"I'll just bet you do." Maleah rolled her eyes. "Let's hear it."

"The killer either is or was in the business. He just wasn't an actor. He was the writer or director or producer or even one of the cameramen. He a.s.sociates a turning point in his life with that particular movie, and something occurred six months ago that freed the demons inside him, demons he had been able to control up until then. Possibly the rerelease of the movie triggered his murder spree."

"We've ruled out Travis Dillard, unless he hired someone to do the killing for him," Maleah said. "He's too old and sick to be our guy. Kyle Richey hasn't left Mexico since we interviewed him, so that rules out one of the cameramen. And Jeff Misner was the other one. Who does that leave? Grant Leroy and Casey Lloyd."

"From the files I've read on those two, I'd pick Casey Lloyd over Grant Leroy," Griff said. "Leroy's life is better now than it's ever been. If anything, his past in the p.o.r.no business has helped him more than it's hurt him. He uses himself as an example of how even the wickedest sinner can be redeemed. But Casey Lloyd, on the other hand, has. .h.i.t rock bottom. He could blame the p.o.r.no business and the actors from Midnight Masquerade Midnight Masquerade in particular for his failures." in particular for his failures."

"If I had to choose between those two, I agree that it would be Casey," Derek said. "So, let's say he's one of our major suspects."

"But we also have your other scenario," Maleah reminded him.

"So we do." Derek grinned. "Want to name those suspects and rule out any of them?"

He could see that she had taken his request as a challenge. So like Maleah. She was a p.r.i.c.kly pear, her sharp needles always on the defensive.

"I'd pretty much rule out boyfriends right off the bat. At the time the movie was made, most of the actors were dating one another or at the very least sleeping with one another. I don't recall that we found any evidence that anyone was in a long-term relations.h.i.+p with someone outside the business." Maleah thought for a moment. "Do we happen to know how many fathers are still alive?"

"Actually, I did my research," Derek said. "Of all the actors and Starlight Productions personnel who worked on the movie, only three have a father living now-Lorie Hammonds, whose father hasn't left the state of Alabama in three years; Casey Lloyd, whose father was injured in a car wreck a few years back and is confined to a wheelchair; and Charlene Strickland, whose dad retired from the army and has been living in Hawaii for the past eight years."

"Okay, we've ruled out boyfriends and fathers," Maleah said. "That leaves husbands and sons. In the husband category, I'd put Ransom Owens at the top of the list. That guy is strange. And sons...hmmm...Heath Leroy and Tyler Owens, although I hate to think of anyone as gorgeous as Tyler Owens being a murderer."

Derek snorted. "Pretty boys can be deadly. Despite your finding him oh so attractive, he's still a suspect. That gives us four-Casey Lloyd, Ransom Owens, Tyler Owens, and Heath Leroy."

"Then those are the four we should keep close tabs on starting immediately," Nic said.

"Have we been able to get any info on their comings and goings the past few months, and do we know their whereabouts right now?" Maleah looked from Derek to Griff.

"Nailing down specifics is difficult when you're playing catch-up," Nic said. "Hicks Wainwright has shared bits and pieces of information with us, but he may well know things we don't. On the other hand, we've shared everything we know with him. Phone records, airline records, and credit card records are not impossible for us to get, but it takes time. And although the FBI could access all of that for each of our suspects, they can't do it without some type of evidence against the suspects, which they don't have. And neither do we."

"What are the odds that all four men just happened to be out of town and unaccounted for when the Misners were murdered? Reports have been coming in the past few days with updates on their conspicuous absences from home." Derek tapped his notebook. "Casey Lloyd disappeared several days ago and just showed back up in Fayetteville today. We have no idea where he's been."

"We believed he was penniless, but it seems we were wrong. Some deep digging resulted in our discovering, only yesterday, that Laura Lou Roberts has been wiring money to an account in Fayetteville to a Mr. William Geisman," Nic said. "From the description the bank tellers gave our agent, we're pretty sure Mr. Geisman is Casey Lloyd."

"Both Ransom Owens and his son Tyler left home shortly before the Misners were murdered. According to his wife, Tyler Owens is off somewhere on a fis.h.i.+ng trip. And the elder Mr. Owens's housekeeper said he had gone off, in her words, on another one of his digging-up-bones research trips."

"What about Heath Leroy?" Maleah asked.

"According to his secretary, Heath has been in LaRue County, Kentucky, inspecting some acreage that the Redeemer Church recently purchased," Nic said.

"d.a.m.n," Maleah cursed under her breath. "It's taken us too long to narrow down the suspects. We should have had tails on these four men long before now. If we had, maybe at the very least Jean Misner and Shontee Thomas would still be alive."

"Powell's has been on this case less than six weeks," Griff reminded her. "We started out with nothing except three unsolved murders that we-the Powell Agency-figured out were connected. If not for us, the FBI probably wouldn't have gotten involved as soon as they did. We're not miracle workers. We're just investigators."

"Sorry. I'm frustrated and worried sick about Lorie Hammonds. Until the Misners were murdered, we thought we would have a month between kills, but now..." She glared at Derek. "Don't say it. I know you told us that it was a possibility that the killer would deviate from his MO, which could mean killing more than one person per month."

"We're all frustrated," Griff said. "But from here on out, our four suspects will be under constant surveillance." He turned to Nic. "Call Wainwright and let him know what we're going to do. We don't want our agents getting in the Bureau's way during their investigation. It won't help if we're working at cross-purposes."

He didn't want to kill her. But he had known all along that it was inevitable. If she were the only one left alive, it was possible that those stupid FBI agents would wonder why she hadn't been killed and actually would put two and two together. His original plan had been to save her until last. Killing her would be difficult for him because he loved her. She didn't deserve his love; she never had. If only...

The past couldn't be altered no matter how much a person wished it could be. Her unforgivable actions had colored every aspect of his life. He had never been able to recover from her desertion. Had she ever loved him? If she had, how could she have left him?

He had spent most of the day considering his options. He didn't dare risk waiting another day. If he didn't act immediately, it was only a matter of time before his ident.i.ty would be revealed.

At this time of night, the Green Willows Rehabilitation and Convalescence Center was eerily quiet, with only an occasional cry from a restless patient or laughter coming from the nurses' lounge. The front door was locked precisely at eleven every night and not reopened until six the next morning. The night-s.h.i.+ft nurses didn't make rounds except when they first arrived at eight and then again at six the following day. For the most part, they spent their time in the lounge, checking on their charges only if a patient buzzed for a.s.sistance. The night watchman was responsible for the overall security of the building, but only the restricted area of the center had its own private guard, who worked eight-hour s.h.i.+fts.

Timing was crucial to his success. He knew he had no more than ten minutes to get in, kill her, and get out. It had to be done during the time one guard left his post at ten o'clock and the other settled into his comfy seat at the entrance of the center's deluxe suites. Officially, there was supposed to be a guard on duty at all times, but he knew for a fact that at s.h.i.+ft change, the incoming guard usually took his time storing items in his locker, using the bathroom, chatting with the nurses, and getting himself a cup of coffee or a c.o.ke from the machine in the lounge.

Terri's death had to appear totally unrelated to the murders of the other Midnight Masquerade Midnight Masquerade actors. He couldn't risk being found out, especially not before he had killed the remaining three. If only one was left alive, it would have all been for naught. In order to free himself from his never-ending torment, they all had to die. actors. He couldn't risk being found out, especially not before he had killed the remaining three. If only one was left alive, it would have all been for naught. In order to free himself from his never-ending torment, they all had to die.

He had parked his car several blocks away, walked to the center, and then checked out the visitors' lounge directly inside the entrance to make sure the night watchman was nowhere to be seen. Once inside, he moved quickly down the corridor toward the west wing, luckily not encountering a single solitary soul.

So far, so good.

Pausing at the point where the hallways crisscrossed, he peered around the corner and scanned the nurses' station. A heavyset, dark-haired aide came up the hall toward the station, apparently having just left a patient's room. She bypa.s.sed the station and went straight into the lounge.

He took in a deep breath, waited a couple of minutes, and watched as the guard rose from his comfy seat, stretched, and headed for the lounge where the employees' lockers were located. Once the coast was clear, he ventured around the corner and rushed past the guard's empty chair. The sound of voices and laughter from the lounge followed him down the hall as he hurried to room 107.

He opened the door and gazed into the dark room. Coming from the well-lit hall, he had to wait a couple of minutes for his vision to adjust to the darkness. She lay on the bed, her body turned away from the doorway, the covers pulled up to her neck. A combination of excitement and dread shot a dose of adrenaline through his veins.

I can do this. I will do this. She doesn't deserve to live any more than the others.

His attention focused on Terri's still form as he closed the door behind him and moved toward her. Feeling around in the bedside chair, he found the extra pillow that the aides placed behind her back during the day. Smothering her would take only a few minutes. She wouldn't suffer, not as the others had. In a way he was glad. But somehow it didn't seem fair that she, the one who was the most responsible for all of his pain and misery, would be allowed such a gentle death.

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a flash of movement on the other side of the bed. Holding the pillow over Terri's head, he stopped dead still when he saw a dark silhouette standing in the corner, only a few feet away.

Even in the darkness, he recognized the man.

"h.e.l.lo, son," Ransom Owens said.

Chapter 34.

"What are you doing here?" Tyler Owens stared in total disbelief at his father.

"I could ask you the same question," Ransom replied as he reached out and pulled the lever that turned on the light over Terri's bed.

Tyler gripped the pillow tightly. "I came to check on Mother."

Ransom glanced at the pillow. "What were you going to do with that?"

Tyler swallowed hard. "I thought she might need another pillow."

"Over her face perhaps?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Perspiration peppered Tyler's forehead and upper lip.

Ransom hadn't wanted to believe that his son was capable of murder, let alone that he had come here tonight to kill his own mother. But somehow the possibility didn't surprise him. He had spent years denying his concerns about Tyler, who had been a sullen, moody little boy whom he had suspected of killing numerous birds and several neighborhood pets.

Thank G.o.d, he had taken his ex-wife seriously tonight when she had managed to say those few d.a.m.ning words-Tu kull. Me. I nuw.

He had translated. "Tyler is going to kill you? You know. You know what?"

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