Death Notice

She flicked on the car’s lights and siren before swinging the vehicle around the car in front of them and into the left lane. Without slowing, she continued on the wrong side of the road until they were past the UPS truck.

“Did you get a look at that truck’s plates?” she asked. “I should ticket him.”

A shaken Henry, who figured Chief Campbell should ticket herself first, shook his head.

Kat shrugged and veered left, bouncing them through another alley until they were on Baker Street, home of the elementary school.

“Let’s say the fax really was sent at ten fifteen last night,” she said, resuming their conversation. “Now, assuming it is from the killer, that means he would have sent it almost immediately before George Winnick died. But why would he do that?”

“I have no idea,” Henry said. “Maybe it was a warning.”

Kat sighed. “Or else a taunt.”

As she spoke, the school edged into view. Kat steered the patrol car into a line of sedans and SUVs waiting at the curb. She put the car in park just as the school’s front doors flew open, depositing a wave of children onto the sidewalk.

“I have a favor to ask,” Kat said, her eyes glued to the school doors. “Don’t tell anyone about this. Not your editor. Not any of the reporters. Not even Martin Swan.”

“Agreed.”

The chief glanced away from the school long enough to flash him a look of pleased surprise.

“Not a very devoted employee, are you?”

“My loyalty lies with the people I write about,” Henry said. “Nothing else is my concern, so I don’t bother with it.”

“That’s a good attitude to have.”

“I think so.”

Among the last students out of the school were two boys. One of them was a small child with ebony skin, thin limbs, and a pair of glasses balanced on his nose. The other was larger but slower, and he broke into a smile when he saw the patrol car. From where he sat, Henry could tell that the boy had Down’s Syndrome.

“Hey there, Little Bear,” Kat said as she jumped out of the car and planted a sloppy kiss on the boy’s cheek.

He ran the back of his hand across his face, wiping the kiss away. “Mom, not in front of Jeremy.”

The boy’s voice was thick and halting, though not as bad as most other cases of Down’s that Henry had seen. The clothes he wore—jeans and an oversized Philadelphia Eagles jersey—made it clear Kat wanted him to be treated like any other boy.

“How’s your cough?” she asked him. “Better?”

The boy nodded. “I only coughed eleven times today.”

“Eleven? I guess that’s better than twelve.”

When the police chief smiled this time, Henry noted it wasn’t a forced grin like the one she had offered him in the police station. It was natural and maternal, spreading across her face with unconscious joy. Much more attractive than the pinched expression she had worn during the drive there.

Kat opened the patrol car’s back door to let both boys climb inside. When he saw Henry, the chief’s son held out a pudgy hand.

“Hi. I’m James.”

“My name’s Henry.”

The other boy crinkled his nose at Henry, a gesture that made his glasses rise and fall.

“What happened to your face?”

James swatted him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be rude.”

“I was just asking,” the other boy said.

“This is Jeremy,” James told Henry. “He’s a stupid head.”

Jeremy scowled. “You’re a stupid head.”

Kat slid behind the wheel and admonished the pair with a stern glance in the rearview mirror. “You’re both stupid heads. End of discussion.”

That sent the boys into hysterics.

“Mom called us stupid heads,” James said through a torrent of giggles. “That’s funny.”

Henry should have found it funny, too. Yet the presence of the boys made him so uncomfortable it eclipsed all amusement. He wasn’t good with kids. Not anymore. And although he could normally bear brief moments of contact with them, this was too much to handle. He had to get out of the car.

“I need to go,” he mumbled.

“But we’re not finished,” Kat said, baffled by his sudden change in mood. “You need to come back to the station and make an official statement.”

Henry shook his head, feeling tears form at the corners of his eyes. He didn’t want anyone to see him crying. Henry Ghoul didn’t cry. Especially in front of children.

“I can’t right now,” he said, opening the door and stepping out onto the street. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

Kat was left with no choice but to drive away. As the patrol car departed, James and Jeremy pressed their faces to the window and waved.

Henry mustered a small wave in return. Then, once they were gone, his anger and sorrow took over. These feelings were difficult to control, even after five years. Still, Henry tried. And as he breathed deeply, the rage flaring in his chest, only one tear leaked out. It caught on his scar and followed its path down the entire length of his face.

SIX

Kat and James arrived home after school to find Amber Lefferts waiting on the front porch. She wasn’t alone. A tall, young man with a shock of black hair and an intimidating build leaned against the railing next to her. One of his huge arms was propped over the babysitter’s shoulders. He had the other wrapped around her waist, hand sneaking upward toward her right breast.

The youth immediately stopped pawing Amber when the patrol car turned into the driveway. Despite his speed, Kat saw it all. And when she got out of the car, the groper offered a sheepish grin.

Kat knew his name. Everyone in the county knew Troy Gunzelman, the star quarterback for the Perry Hollow Cougars. He was as good as any player his age in the state, and the town expected big things from him. There were rumors Penn State was trying to recruit him, a big deal for a place as smalltime as Perry Hollow.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Campbell,” Troy said in his best suck-up voice. “How are you today?”

“It’s Chief Campbell. And I’m not married.”

She eyed Troy warily. He wasn’t merely good-looking. With his chiseled features, he was movie-star handsome. Kat didn’t know exactly why he was hanging out with Amber, but she had a pretty good idea.

“Troy gave me a ride from school,” the babysitter said. “He was just leaving.”