Shadow of Perception (21 page)

He began pacing. “Damn it.”

“It’s not your fault,” Eden said.
 

He stopped and turned to her. “It’s not that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll beat myself up for letting you down for the next hundred years. I…had a thought.” He looked at Rachel. “Keep the smartass remark to yourself.”

“He knows me too well,” Rachel said, then pulled a pencil from behind her ear. “What are you thinking? And make it fast. I’m dying to show you what I’ve found.”

 
“Remember when the killer said that Eden was tough, but a body can only take so much?” he asked.

Rachel nodded, while Eden looked away.

He walked to Eden, and placed a hand on her shoulder. He hadn’t meant to upset her. He only wanted to brainstorm a few ideas. Knowing Eden liked her privacy, he decided to leave this discussion until they were alone.

“Never mind,” he said, sat next to Eden, then nodded to Rachel. “Before you burst, tell us about your new leads.”
 

“Wait,” Eden blurted, and reached for his hand. “It’s okay. I remember the killer saying that, and not understanding why. Now I get it.”

Rachel tapped the pencil on the table. “Maybe I’m a bit slow today, but I
don’t
get it.”

Eden tightened her hold on his hand, and some of his earlier frustration disappeared. While a strong woman, she’d let her guard down and reached out to him. For support? For strength? He didn’t know. He just hoped this meant her trust in him had started to grow. He’d meant what he’d said at the hospital last night. He didn’t want to tiptoe around their past anymore. Not if they had any shot at a future.

“I didn’t dehydrate from the flu. It didn’t help, of course. The main reason is because I don’t eat…much.” Eden paused, then cleared her throat. “Rachel, can you go back to that second DVD, to where the killer addressed me?”

“Hang on,” Rachel said, then a few seconds later she had the DVD running.
 

“Here,” Eden said. “Listen.”

“You demand perfection from yourself,” the killer said. “Yet surround yourself with flawed people and animals. And yes, I realize you have flaws of your own, but you don’t let anyone else see them, do you? You’re tough, but a body can only take so much. Of this I know too well. It’s also the reason why I’m here.” He raised his hands and slowly spun in a circle. “In my private OR.”
 

“Of this I know too well,” Eden echoed after Rachel paused the DVD. “Either he’s had an eating disorder or someone he knows has gone through the experience.”

Hudson nodded. “Possible. But what would that have to do with torturing and killing those two men?”

Eden shrugged. “Maybe nothing at all. Maybe he just worries about me. You read the note he left.”

He had, enough times to memorize the damned thing. “Look at what you’re doing to yourself,” he quoted. “I watched someone very dear to me suffer from the perception of perfection. Don’t make yourself the victim. Be happy with who you are, and take good care of yourself.”

“This ‘perception of perfection’ thing is starting to annoy me,” Rachel commented as she reset the DVD. “I’m beginning to think it’s a bunch of BS.”

“Why’s that?” Hudson asked.

“Check this out,” she said, then hit PLAY on the remote. The start of the second DVD began, then just as quickly, Rachel hit PAUSE. She tapped at the keyboard a few times, then looked back to the now enlarged still shot. “Do you see it?”

Hudson squinted at the screen. “I see a close-up of the victim’s duct-taped ankle.”

“Oh my God,” Eden gasped. “I see it.”

He rose, then moved closer to the TV. “What the hell are you two looking at because I don’t…holy shit.” A portion of a tattoo peeked from beneath the victim’s pant leg where the duct tape had hiked up the material.
 

“It gets better,” Rachel began. “The little bit that we can see of this guy’s tattoo matches…” She tapped the keyboard again, then pointed to the adjacent screen. “This one.”

The hairy, tattooed calf of the first victim filled the TV.
 

Hudson glanced back and forth between the two screens, then rested his ass on the table. “Our victims knew each other.”

“They could have been in the same fraternity together,” Eden suggested.

“True,” Rachel agreed. “But through my research of the Sigma Alpha Mu fraternity, I’ve found hundreds of alumni in the Chicago area alone. We couldn’t see our second victim’s face, and the way he’d been…mutilated, there’s no way of knowing his identity let alone his age. He might be younger than our first vic. They might have gone to different colleges and don’t know each other. This is why I’m beginning to think our killer’s ranting about perception of perfection is crap.”

“Maybe I’m the slow one,” he said with a deep sigh. “Because I’m not following.”

“I think I am,” Eden said. “You think this is a hate crime.”
 

Rachel bobbed her head and waved her pencil. “Exactly. Both of these men had, at one time, belonged to a Jewish fraternity. Isn’t it possible that the killer is targeting either the fraternity alumni or Jews in general?”

“Not all Sammys are Jewish,” Eden countered.

“True,” Rachel responded.

Hudson folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t buy it.”

Rachel shrugged. “It would probably help if you had the name of one of the victims. You could ask their family if they’re associated with any fellow Sammys or if they’d received any threats recently.”

After spending hours comparing drivers license photos to Rachel’s composite of the first victim, and continuously coming up empty, he’d begun to think they were running into another dead end. If anything, they were moving backward instead of forward on the case, and the killer was already two steps ahead of them. At this point, all they had to work with was the suspicion that the killer’s OR was in the country, matching tattoos, and a disturbing as hell film festival. Without a solid lead, he worried they wouldn’t be able to stop the killer from torturing and murdering his next two victims.
 

More frustrated than when he’d first arrived, he walked over to Eden, then grabbed his coat off the chair. “I’m taking Eden home. She needs her rest.”
 

As he helped Eden with her coat, Rachel waved a piece of paper. “You might want to make a phone call first.”

“To who?” Hudson asked.

“Rita Elliot, ex-wife to
Doctor
Thomas Elliot, a former Sammy and, drum roll please, a practicing plastic surgeon specializing in breast augmentation.”
 

*

Eden held her gloved hands in front of the heater. “Rachel’s a piece of work. Why wouldn’t she tell us she’d found out about Elliot’s identity when we first arrived?”

Hudson turned the Trans Am onto the busy street. “Because she lives for drama and because she’s a pain in the ass.”

She smiled. “She’s good at what she does, though.”

“No doubt. I don’t know what any of us would do without her.” He reached over and took her hand. “Warm yet?”

“Getting there.” Instead of pulling away, she held his hand. After their talk last night in the hospital, she liked the idea of lowering her guard and opening up to him. Considering she’d never allowed herself to dwell on emotions such as really strong like, taking baby steps with their relationship was a must, though. After spending years shouldering her demons and secrets alone, she needed to be sure she could fully trust Hudson, and her own feelings for him.

“Why don’t I take you home so you can rest?” Hudson asked. “I can have Lloyd hang out with you while I pay Elliot’s ex-wife a visit.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want Lloyd babysitting me again. Actually, I’m embarrassed to see him.”

“Because he held a trash can while you puked?”

Rolling her eyes, she stared out the passenger window. “So, we’re going to try and be open and honest with each other, right?”

“I thought that was the plan.”

Her cheeks burned with mortification. “I…ah, after I started singing the Pina Colada song to Lloyd, I kind of said something about him banging my brother.”

Hudson burst into laughter. “That’s hilarious. I’m sure Lloyd realized you weren’t yourself.”

“Um, yeah. Except he really is banging my brother.” She looked at him when he didn’t respond, and began to wonder if she’d pegged him wrong. Maybe he was more judgmental than she’d thought. If he had issue with Lloyd and Will being gay, their relationship problems would be solved. There wouldn’t be one. She might not have been the best sister, but she refused to associate with a bigot. “I take it you’ve got a problem with that,” she finally said.

He shook his head. “No, actually. I could care less who Lloyd sleeps with, or…bangs,” he finished with a grin. “You just surprised me.”
 

“When Will told the family he was gay, it surprised us, too. When he was in high school, all the girls were crushing on him, and he always had a date.” She shrugged. “I’m glad he’s out, and happy, and with the right partner.”

“Are you disappointed Will and Celeste didn’t make it to the hospital last night?”

“No, not at all. Relieved is more like it. I…haven’t been the best sister to either of them. Actually Celeste and I have been arguing more and more lately.”

“Why’s that?”

“Long story.”

“We’ve got a thirty minute drive to the former Mrs. Elliot’s house, so I’ve got the time.”

Which meant Hudson wouldn’t make her stay home with a babysitter. Thank God. Although embarrassed by her remark to Lloyd, if he had come to the house to stay with her, she would have apologized. And while she had confidence in Lloyd as a pseudo bodyguard, she preferred Hudson’s company. With him, she knew she’d always be safe. Hudson didn’t like to lose, and, at any cost, had always achieved his objectives.
 

“Thank you,” she said and squeezed his hand.

“For the record, I’d prefer if you were at home resting. But I also know, Ms. Investigative Reporter, how important it is for you to be part of this case.” He lifted a shoulder. “Besides, I like your company.”

She gave his arm a light punch. “You wouldn’t have said that two days ago.”

“You wouldn’t have given me the chance,” he reminded her. “Now tell me the deal with your sister. The few times I met her, she seemed nice.”

“She is nice. She’s everything I’m not. Pretty—”

“I think you’re prettier.”

She grinned. “Thanks, but Celeste is pretty inside and out, where I’m not as…nice.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m not. It’s just that Celeste has always put everyone else first before taking care of herself, where I have always taken care of me.”

“Eden,” he began, and took her hand again. “If you don’t take care of you, who will?”

She thought about him alone in a basement cell somewhere in the jungles of Columbia. How vulnerable and scared he must have felt. Her heart ached for him. She might have disposed of their relationship, and had acted flippant about her feelings for him, but deep down, she’d never stopped caring about him.
 

“Speaking from experience?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“While I agree with you, Celeste sees things differently. She’s been hard on me lately for being a control freak, and for not keeping in touch with the family. She just doesn’t understand that I’m extremely busy with my career. I can’t drop everything to meet for lunch or gab on the phone. I text and email. It’s quick and easy, and—”

“Keeps you from having to have real contact.”

So much for a truce. She pulled her hand away, then peeled off the glove.
 

Hudson blew out a deep breath. “I’m not trying to start an argument, only pointing out the facts. Your sister is different from you. She needs that human contact, whereas you don’t. Maybe you can make an exception for Celeste and Will. You know, I don’t have any siblings, but I would have loved a brother or sister. Growing up might not have been as hard and lonely.”

Wow. All of this truth-telling crap exhausted and upset her. She didn’t want to think about Hudson as a lonely little boy. How he might have lain in his childhood bed wishing for an older brother to soften whatever blows he’d been delivered as a kid. Thinking about any pain he’d endured made her heart ache. Thinking about the pain she might have caused Celeste and Will created a well of guilt. Still, she couldn’t help the resentment toward Celeste, how she’d always been favored by their mother. How Celeste and their mom hadn’t been able to help save her from the nightmare that still haunted her.

“I understand what you’re saying,” she began. “And I think you’re right. Celeste isn’t like me, and I think I need to keep reminding myself of that. I’ll call her tomorrow and schedule lunch for sometime next week.”

“Why not call her today?”

“Because I’m busy trying to find a killer. And after we meet with the ex-wife, I was hoping you’d take me to the station. I promise it’ll only be an hour,” she said before he could argue. “I really have to get this last segment for my show done.”

He glanced at her, then shifted his focus back to the road. “One hour.”