“Had anyone approached her? Stalked her, perhaps?”
Cara Merrick shook her head.
“And the security guard who found her didn’t see anything?”
“You will have to talk to him.”
“I will,” he said. “But I want to know if you heard or saw anything, either before or after the attack. If you have any idea why she went off alone, whether she intended to meet anyone…”
“Absolutely not,” the mother said. “We didn’t know anyone in this city. There had been no threats. No one with an unusual interest in her.”
“But still,” he persisted, “why would she be wandering alone?” He turned to her partner, who looked distinctly uncomfortable at the questions. “Would you know, Mr.… Richards, is it?”
“It is, and I have no idea,” Richards said. “She probably just wanted a breath of air. We’d been practicing for hours.”
Cassidy studied him carefully, then turned back to the older woman. “Mrs. Merrick, as I said, we believe the man who attacked your daughter has killed at least four women. She was very lucky to escape tonight. Your daughter might be our only lead.”
The door opened then, and he turned. Two orderlies were wheeling a gurney into the room, and for a moment he felt as if all the breath had been sucked out of him.
A blond woman lay on the gurney, her eyes closed. A bandage was wrapped around her head, and she had a huge bruise on her cheek. Lush dark eyelashes contrasted with the fine blond hair. Manny had said she was a stunner. He had not exaggerated. Despite the bandage there was no mistaking that this was a very pretty woman. She also looked young and vulnerable and, God help him, as if she were indeed a princess from a fairy tale. Hell, Manny had put that nonsense in his head.
He tried, instead, to go back to being a detective. She was blond. The other victims had been blond, too. That might mean the killer was looking for blondes, not specifically prostitutes. Maybe the prostitutes had just been targets of opportunity.
He watched as she was moved, along with an IV, onto the bed. She appeared small, weightless. She’d probably appeared vulnerable to a killer.
“As you can…see, she can’t answer your questions,” Mrs. Merrick said. She went over to the bed and took her daughter’s hand in hers. “Will you please leave?”
He glanced at Manny and nodded. “We’ll stay in the lounge outside,” he promised.
She returned his gaze. “We don’t want her to stay in this city one minute longer than necessary.”
Cassidy looked back down at the sleeping beauty who’d been shifted onto the bed. She’d been strong and smart enough to survive—or had it just been luck? More to the point, had she seen the attacker?
He watched the older woman loom over the patient as if warding off evil spirits. “I have some more questions.”
“The other officers have all the necessary information,” she said curtly. “And I think I asked you to leave.”
Obviously his charm wasn’t working. Well, it seldom did. Still, he wasn’t going to let the injured woman go without talking to her.
“We’ll be waiting outside, Mrs. Merrick. She could save lives.”
Then he turned to his partner. “Let’s go, Manny.”
Hours went by. Cassidy had learned patience a long time ago, but now the stakes were very, very high. He’d asked the nurses at the station to alert him if there was any news. He also kept an eye on the door. He and Manny took turns getting coffee and sandwiches. Noon came and passed. Then a nurse hurried into the room, followed, a few moments later, by a man who was obviously a doctor.
When the nurse came out, Cassidy approached her. “Anything wrong?”
“She’s awake,” the nurse said.
“Does she remember anything?”
She looked apologetic. “Sorry. I can’t talk to you about it.”
He and Manny exchanged glances. Damn, but he wanted in that room.
But Cassidy also felt relief for her. He felt an odd tug somewhere inside that he feared had nothing to do with his current case. He told himself that he merely wanted whatever information the skater might have. That was all. He couldn’t even think of anything else. He stayed away from women these days. Especially women like her. She was so far out of his league as to be on another planet.
Then he wondered why he’d even harbored that fleeting thought. Even if by some miracle she agreed to stay in town, she wouldn’t look at him twice. And he sure as hell wasn’t interested in a relationship. Any relationship.
“Whatcha think?” Manny asked.
“I think we are going to have to be very convincing.” While waiting, he read over the preliminary crime report. He’d been surprised at her age. Twenty-four. She’d looked younger. Born in California. The report was ridiculously void of details about her, and he was hungry for more. Most of all he wanted to know how she’d survived the attack and whether she had seen her attacker’s face. As usual there was no other evidence. No fingerprints. No strands of hair. Only the victim.
He tried to think of her that way. The victim.
The doctor left the room, closing the door behind him. Cassidy strode toward him and displayed his badge. “How is she?”
“Conscious. She’s in a lot of pain, but that’s usual with this kind of injury.”
“Can I see her?”
The doctor hesitated.
“She might have seen her assailant,” Cassidy said. “We think it’s the same man who’s killed four women.”
“I’ve read about them. But weren’t most of the victims pros…working girls?”
“Yes. But now I’m wondering if he specifically targeted prostitutes or if they were just more vulnerable.”
The doctor nodded. “You can see her if her family approves. They want me to discharge her today so they can fly to Seattle.”
“Should she be moved this soon?”
The doctor shrugged. “We would like to keep her another night, but we can’t force her to stay.”
“Does she remember anything?”
“She’s a bit hazy about what happened. There’s no permanent damage, but sometimes there is amnesia concerning events immediately preceding a head injury. Now, excuse me.”
Cassidy stood aside as he left.
Manny came up to him as the doctor disappeared down the hall. “Ready to breach the lion’s den?”
“Lioness,” Cassidy corrected as he strode to the door and knocked.
The mother opened it and blocked the door. She looked at her watch, then back at him. “Do you never sleep, Detective?”
He tried again to give her a charming grin. “I’m told your daughter is awake,” he said.
