“She has to leave next week.”
“And you feel the perp might go after her?”
“He took a tremendous chance in going to her room last night. There could have been cops inside. Hell, there should have been.”
“Maybe he had a cover story in case someone questioned him.”
Cassidy frowned. “I’m sure he did. He’s clever as hell. And if we don’t get him now, he’ll probably go underground for a while. What really worries me is that he might follow Marise Merrick to Seattle.”
“If we set a trap using her, and anything goes wrong, you know what will happen. We’ll both be busted to the streets—if not thrown off the force.”
Cassidy nodded.
“I’ll take this upstairs and give you an answer this afternoon. In the meantime, I would suggest you clean up. Get a few hours’ sleep. Someone with her now?”
“Two uniforms. And Manny.”
“What about your other cases?”
“They can wait for a few days.”
“Give them to Malcolm and Perry.”
Cassidy nodded. “Thanks.”
“Just make it work.”
Cassidy grabbed a couple of hours’ sleep, then washed and shaved. The phone rang. It was Manny.
“She’s being released,” he said.
“I think we’ll get the go-ahead. The captain signed off on it. Stick with her. Make sure there’s a uniform as well. Check their badge numbers with headquarters.”
“You don’t think…”
“I don’t think anything at the moment. I just don’t want to take any chances. Call me when you have the hotel and room number. Drive them over in your car.”
“My car isn’t very elegant.”
“Just do it.”
She was smaller and even shorter than he’d thought as she’d padded across the hotel suite barefoot, wearing a track suit. She had such a presence about her that he’d thought she would be taller. Five-three, he remembered her telling the artist. But it hadn’t really registered.
At six feet, he towered over her.
The bandage was gone. Her blond hair was damp and pulled back into a ponytail. She looked sixteen. She’s twenty-four. Nearly twenty-five, he told himself. He’d brought up the statistics on his computer. He’d wanted to know everything there was to know about her before taking that last step.
She was even prettier with a touch of lipstick and blush on her cheeks. Her blue eyes looked even more enormous and expressive.
She hadn’t opened the door. Manny had instructed them well. Paul Richards had opened it and stood aside. They had a small suite in a hotel near the auditorium where the competition had taken place.
Cassidy wondered whether Paul stayed in the same room, then told himself her sleeping arrangements were none of his business.
“I can’t talk either of you out of this, can I?” Paul Richards asked. He looked so miserable that Cassidy revised his original opinion of the man. He obviously did care about his partner.
“She can say no at any time.”
“She won’t. She’s set on this dangerous course. But you can stop it. You can refuse to go on with this plan.”
“If I thought she wouldn’t be in any more danger, I would,” he said. “But if we don’t catch him, he could follow you.” He hesitated, then added, “We’ll take every precaution.”
“She wants to help everyone,” Richards said. “Sometimes I even think she hates to win because someone else has to lose.”
Cassidy allowed that idea to sink in. A softhearted skater who could disable a bulky rapist. She was a far more complicated person than he’d first suspected.
Birthday: October 3O, 1977. College: B.A. degree mostly by correspondence courses. Major, English. Birthplace: San Diego, California.
The degree had encouraged him. That must have been difficult to obtain while staying on the road most of the year. She had determination as well as quick wits and an ability to defend herself.
“Where will I stay?” she said.
“With me,” he said.
Paul Richards started to say something.
“Don’t worry,” Cassidy broke in. “There will be plenty of chaperones. I live in a neighborhood of cops. At least two will be with her at all times, and there will be plenty of help within hollering distance.”
Richards stared at him for a long time, clearly trying to establish his possession.
Then Cara Merrick came into the room, her eyes red and her cheeks splotched with tears.
Cassidy looked at Marise Merrick. “You can still change your mind. No one would ever question it.”
“I’ve made up my mind, Detective. Where do we go from here?”
He looked at Mrs. Merrick in question.
“We are leaving in the morning for Seattle,” she said. “I’ll find a place for us for the next three weeks.” Then she stiffened and her eyes became steely. Formidable. “Take care of her.”
“She’s just going to be looking over photos,” he said. He didn’t like his own guilt at telling a half-truth. This was a really lousy idea.
He looked back to Marise. “Manny or I will be here, along with two uniformed officers. I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
He looked around the suite. “Are there any other doors?”
“Only a connecting door to Paul’s room,” Marise said.
Well, that answered one question.
