Hallowed Bones (38 page)

"I'm sorry, Kiley." I couldn't help a pang of sympathy for her. She'd lost her husband and her baby one right after the other. "Adam was already dead when Joshua died?"

"Yeah, he was dead. But don't feel sorry for me about Adam. I was gonna divorce him anyway. He didn't care about me and Joshua. The truth is, he acted like there was something wrong with Joshua."

"Wrong?"

"I think he blamed the baby because we had to get married. I was pregnant." She gave a short, bitter laugh. "It was a helluva price to pay for a few minutes of thrashing around on a blanket. Adam was an awful lover. It was like he was afraid to let it feel good. We only did it once and after it was over he made me get on my knees and pray for forgiveness. He'd said I was dirty and had to be cleansed. I should have realized then that he was totally fucked up. But I was inexperienced. I didn't really know better."

"When he found out you were pregnant, he asked you to marry him?"

"Only because those church folks would have died if they thought their precious Adam had gotten me pregnant. That's all he cared about. What they thought. And he knew I'd go tell them."

"And what did they think?"

"That Adam was the perfect husband and father." She made a disgusted sound. "What a lie. I can't remember a time he ever held Joshua or touched him. Or me either, for that matter. If Adam hadn't drowned, Joshua and I would have left him anyway. "

"Kiley, tell me again how Adam died." My words were choppy because my breath was suddenly short. Religious fanaticism had run through Lillith Lucas's family as if it were a genetic disorder.

"He drowned. I told you."

"Tell me the whole story. Where were you? Who was there? Where did they find his body?"

"We were swimming in the
Pearl River
. There are sandbars up around
Sandy
Point
, and we were just having some fun."

"Who was there?" I wondered if it was members of Adam's church.

"Mostly guys he worked with for the power company. Them and their girlfriends. We were sipping a few beers and maybe toking a joint when Adam wasn't looking. He didn't like liquor or dope. Everything fun had something to do with Satan."

"Where was Joshua?"

"My mother said she'd keep him for the day. I was working two jobs. I needed a day off."

"So what happened?"

"Me and the other girls were on the sandbar. The men had waded out into the river. They were going to see how deep it was, to see if they could jump out of a tree without breaking their necks. Anyway, Adam went down to try to find the bottom and he never came back up."

"He just disappeared?"

"There are some bad currents in the
Pearl
. Sinkholes and things like that. If one of them gets hold of you, it can pull you down and keep you for days before it turns you loose."

"How long did it keep Adam?"

"For all I know, he's still down there," she said.

"The body wasn't recovered?" I had a bad, bad feeling.

"No. They hunted but he never came up. That's one reason the Crenshaws can't let Adam go."

"Kiley, where are you?"

"I'm at home. Why? What's wrong? You sound scared."

I didn't want her to know how upset I really was. "E-mail me those files now. Doreen will pay for them. Just do it now. And a picture of Adam."

"I don't know if I have one. He was funny about having his picture taken."

"Look for one. It's important. And then it might not be a bad idea for you to take a little vacation."

"I'm not a fool. I want half the money up front. Once you get the files, you won't pay me."

Despite my desire to kill her, I kept my voice level. "E-mail those files now. You'll get your money. You have my word on it. E-mail them and then come down to
New Orleans
. Check into the Hilton. They have a great spa. Treat yourself. It's on me. In fact, I'll have a room reserved in your name."

"What's going on?"

Lord, you could hand this woman a fistful of money and she'd ask why. "I'll tell you when you get here. Give me a call. And don't call anyone else."

"Okay, Miss Cloak-and-Dagger. But you'd better have my money when I get there."

I sat in the car for a long time, matching and rematching the bits of information Tinkie and I had gathered. There was only one conclusion that made sense. Adam Crenshaw was alive. He hadn't drowned. He was alive, and he was somewhere in
New Orleans
.

I had no proof, but as I walked into the restaurant, I knew I'd finally figured out who had killed Rebekah Mallory.

32

With their heads bent together and wicked grins on their
faces, Cece and Tinkie looked like a couple of co-conspirators in a case of espionage. I took a seat at the table.

"I'm meeting Ellisea tonight," Cece said. She smiled and I thought her incisors had grown at least half an inch. She looked practically wolfish.

"At Commander's Palace," Tinkie said. "I wish I could be a fly on the wall."

They both frowned when I didn't say anything.

Cece tapped her perfect fingernails on the table in Mango Spice staccato. "By the way, Connie's throwing another fit."

"About what?" I asked. As focused as I was on the case, I wanted to hear about Coleman.

Cece rolled her eyes. "One doesn't need a reason when one is Connie Peters. She's making Coleman pay, plain and simple. Doc even said so. He said she needed a good spanking and someone to force her to act her age."

I didn't say anything. Connie was risking the only thing that kept Coleman bound to her: the baby. I doubted she was that stupid. "Coleman asked Doreen to talk to Connie."

"It won't do any good. Connie's in hog heaven. She's not about to change--not when she's got the upper hand." The waiter placed fresh bread and butter on the table and Cece popped a bite into her mouth. "This is divine. What's wrong with you, Sarah Booth?"

"I need to know how a death certificate is issued in
Mississippi
if a body isn't found."

"Whose body is missing?" Cece asked, signaling the waiter for another drink.

"Adam Crenshaw."

"Doreen's dead brother?" Tinkie's eyebrows rose. "Why would that matter?"

I sipped my iced tea, waiting for the perfect moment. "Because Adam isn't dead."

"Dahling, do you realize how Boris Karloff that sounds?" Cece asked.

"Boris Karloff, Faulkner, name whatever literary tradition you like. I think Adam Crenshaw killed Lillith and Rebekah."

"A serial killer who targets only his blood kin. Now that makes one glad to be an only child," Cece said.

I told them everything I'd learned from Kiley, and threw in the "spawn of Satan" reference Coot Henderson had heard when Lillith died, as well as the mention in Adam's files. By the time I finished, they were both convinced that it was possible Adam Crenshaw wasn't in a watery grave. In fact, it was highly probable that he was walking the streets of the French Quarter--and possibly stalking his sister.

"Think what he might have in store for Doreen, if he burned his own mother to death," Cece said.

I didn't want to think about it. Lillith's tombstone, beautiful though it was, was also symbolic of the torment of her death. She had died in the flames.

Tinkie's depression was gone. She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Let's say Adam is alive and that he did kill Lillith. Why would he kill Rebekah? To punish his sister for having an illegitimate baby?" she asked.

Motive was the element that was deviling me. Adam might be a religious kook, but why target an innocent infant? I had a theory, but I wasn't certain about it. "I think Rebekah was living proof of Doreen's sin."

"What sin?" Cece asked.

"The sin of lust. Fornication. Adultery. The same sin that Lillith was guilty of."

"This guy is really whacked," Cece said. "But why kill a baby? Why not kill Doreen?"

"I think he wants to punish first. To destroy her."

Tinkie nodded. "If Doreen is convicted of Rebekah's murder, her entire ministry will be destroyed. If she's a murderess, especially a woman who killed her own infant, her message is compromised."

I put my hands on the table, unable to contain my growing excitement. "We've been on the wrong track the entire time," I said.

"This guy shouldn't be hard to spot," Cece said. "He probably has a suitcase with glass eyes and wooden legs. Flannery O'Connor could have written about him."

"Not according to Kiley and his adoptive family. He was a good-looking man. We have to remember that Doreen has thousands of followers. He could be someone she sees on a regular basis, someone who looks as normal as you or me." I was beginning to panic myself.

"He could be anywhere in the city," Cece said. "He could be watching Doreen all the time."

"If we're right about this, I think he's close enough to have slipped something into Doreen's food or drink the night Rebekah was killed," I said. "He planned that murder carefully, down to making sure Doreen was drugged so that she wouldn't wake up."

"But how would he gain access to Doreen's apartment?" Cece asked. "He'd have to have a key to get to the baby's formula."

"We need to talk with Michael. It's possible some of the kids were sent to Doreen's for something. They may have inadvertently allowed someone to copy a key."

"Speaking of Doreen, we've got to tell her," Tinkie said. "She could be in danger."

"Kiley's sending the rest of the files and a picture of Adam, if she can find one. We need Oscar's computer. And I told Kiley to check into the Hilton. Once she gets here, she'll be able to identify Adam."

"Kiley could also be in danger," Cece said. "Someone should stay with her."

"She'll probably get here about five," I said. "We need to read the rest of those files. I can--"

Tinkie frowned. "I'm supposed to see Michael at five. I haven't had a chance to talk to him, but I told him I needed more background information. Sarah Booth, would you mind if I went through the files Kiley sent? You could meet with Michael instead. I have some telephone calls in to his past employers, just a simple background check."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Tinkie wanted a reason to talk to Oscar. Their tiff was working on her.

"Sure. Sounds fine. The most important thing is to get a photo, or at least a very good description of Adam. Where are you meeting Michael?"

"Cafe Du Monde," she said, smiling. "Beignets always pick up my spirits."

"At five?" I checked my watch. I had time to make some phone calls. LeMont was at the top of the list, but I needed to talk to Coleman and I wanted to talk to
Hamilton
.

"When do you meet Ellisea?" I asked Cece. I wanted to know where my friends were. If Adam Crenshaw was alive and walking the streets of
New Orleans
, it would be best for all of us to know what the others were doing.

"At six. A little early for dinner, but she insisted."

"Be--"

"Careful," Cece finished. "Dahling, caution is my middle name."

THE HOTEL
seemed
abnormally quiet as I walked through the lobby. A late-afternoon hush had fallen over the city. For one brief instant I wished for magic--something to stop time and motion, except for me and Hamilton. Our hours were running out. Soon he'd return to
Paris
and I would go home to the Delta. He'd invited me to the City of
Light
, but I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn't go unless we established a stronger bond. I could love
Hamilton
. I could, but I didn't. We hadn't had enough time together to let our feelings grow.

The wonderful scent of the lilies still filled my hotel room. The first thing I did was to book a room for Kiley at the Hilton. The second was to call LeMont.

"My lab tech finally figured out it was Michael Anderson that he left alone. I've already put in a call asking
Anderson
to come back in for another DNA sample," LeMont said. "I think it's a big waste of time, but we'll do it anyway."

If my current theory was correct, Rebekah's paternity was no longer a real issue. "There's something I have to tell you." I gave him a rundown on what we'd learned about Adam Crenshaw.

"You think he's really alive?" LeMont sounded dubious.

"I think he's alive and I think he killed Rebekah and Lillith. LeMont, he set fire to his mother's house. And I think Doreen may be his next target."

"Because he thinks she's a loose woman?" He was barely able to suppress his amusement. "If that's his criterion for murder, he can have a field day in this town."

"Get in touch with Tinkie. Let her forward some of those files to you. You won't think it's amusing then."