The Remains Of The Dead Part 28

Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and ran to deactivate the alarm. Hairy bounded around the corner, his nails click-clacking on the hardwood, and his back legs skidded comically as he rushed to say h.e.l.lo.

"Who says I need a dog." Sadie grinned, bent, and rubbed his fuzzy head. "Let me dump this water bottle in the recycle bin and I'll get you some yogurt treats."

She kept the recycle bin on her deck just outside her back door. As she walked through the kitchen, Hairy happily hopped behind her. When she reached the door, she gently pushed Hairy away with the side of her foot before she opened it. She didn't want him to hop through to the yard with hopes of munching on gra.s.s.

"Wait," she instructed him.

As she opened the door, Sadie glanced up from Hairy's soft face and straight into Kent Lasko's murderous glare.

17.

A shocked screech burned her throat as she tried to slam the door shut, but Kent's foot shot out and stopped it from closing.

"I heard about what's going on. I had to see you," he said. "Please, just listen to me."

"Get the h.e.l.l off my porch! I'm calling the cops," Sadie threatened, trying to keep fear from her voice.

"I just want to talk. I'll stay right here-you don't even have to let me inside."

He didn't have a weapon that Sadie could see, but that didn't mean he wasn't hiding one inside his jacket. Her mind raced. She knew that by the time she could get to the phone or to her closet for her gun he could easily slit her throat or shoot her.

"Okay, go ahead and talk," she answered, surprised at how calm her voice sounded. Her breath came in and out in adrenaline-laced gasps. "I'll give you two minutes. You can start by telling me why you lied about going to Tahoe."

"I'm sorry about that, but I have a real good reason for asking my friend to cover for me."

He relaxed a bit and even offered her a deceptively s.e.xy smile.

"You're looking good, by the way."

"Start talking," she barked.

"First of all, I don't know why you told the cops that I put a diamond pin in your coat when we went to dinner. I didn't do that. That's not exactly the best way to end a date with a woman when you're hoping for another."

He had the audacity to wink.

"Are you actually flirting with me? After you slit my tires and shot Mrs. Toth?"

"What?!" He jerked backward, as if surprised, and his foot slid out of the way.

Sadie abruptly turned and shouldered him hard so that he stumbled backward at least a foot. Hurriedly she tried to close the door, but just as quickly, Kent snaked his hand out to stop her and she slammed the door on his fingers, making a sickening crack.

"Argh!" he screamed. "My fingers! You're breaking them!"

He tugged and finally yanked his hand free. Sadie successfully forced the door the rest of the way closed and speedily bolted it.

Her heart pounded as she raced to get the phone at the other end of the kitchen. She was dialing 911 while Kent hopped around and cursed outside on her deck.

"Nine-one-one. What's your emergency?"

"I've got a man trying to break into my house," Sadie panted into the phone. She rattled off the address and promised to stay on the line.

"The cops are on their way!" she screamed for Kent's benefit.

He leaned against the door.

"I'm sorry, Sadie," he called out. "That's all I wanted to say. I'm just sorry you got mixed up in all this. You've been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sorry."

"You should tell that to Sylvia Toth!" Sadie screeched, her voice warbling with emotion. "h.e.l.l, you should send your apologies to Trudy and Grant too, you no good, backstabbing, mentally defective, lying son of a b.i.t.c.h!"

She heard his footsteps as he walked down the stairs of her deck and toward the back lane. When she was sure he'd gone, she slumped onto the linoleum and began to cry, her sobs coming in strangled gasps.

The sirens came, but not fast enough.

"He's gone," she told the officer when she opened her front door. "He was at my back door when I came home and he tried to force his way inside when I went to put a bottle in my recycle box. He took off when I told him I'd called the cops."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No. I was able to slam the door on him. I've no doubt he would've killed me if he'd had the chance."

"You know the man?" the officer asked.

"Yes. Kent Lasko," Sadie said. She pointed to her door frame. "You can tell Detective Petrovich he admitted to having his friend lie for him. He wasn't in Tahoe skiing."

"Petrovich is on his way, and we've got vehicles searching the area for this guy," the officer a.s.sured her. "You just need to calm yourself and stay put."

"As if I'm going anywhere," Sadie mumbled to herself as the officer left to make his calls. She took a seat on her sofa and stared blankly at the wall. She stared so hard her eyes began to burn.

"I should probably paint this place," she said, as if seeing the pale walls for the first time. "Or move."

When the officer returned from a look at the deck, he sat down in the chair next to the sofa.

"Kent killed Trudy and Grant Toth and made it look like a murder-suicide," she told him. I don't know how he did it, but he did it. There's got to be a way to make the evidence tell the truth."

He tapped his notepad with the tip of his pen and frowned. "We've got cars all over the neighborhood looking for this man, but you say you didn't see his car?"

"No. He could've parked far away or maybe he was on foot. He used a green Toyota when he was after me before."

"That's what Petrovich said. Our guys are looking for him either on foot or in a green Toyota. I'm sure we'll find him."

Sadie sighed and blinked back tears as she focused on the feature wall of her living room.

"I'm thinking green, but nothing too dark. Maybe a light seafoam color."

"Excuse me?"

"Paint."

"Ma'am, are you all right? Do you need medical attention?"

"Maybe I need a vacation. I don't think I can wait until next week for a ma.s.sage."

"You know, my brother takes rescue dogs. You should consider one for protection."

"I've got a rabbit. Hairy and I have agreed a dog wouldn't be a good idea."

"Even a well-trained dog would be tempted by the taste of rabbit," he admitted. "But you could always keep your bunny locked in a cage or in a separate room."

Sadie watched as Hairy hopped over to his little basket and hunkered down with Mini-Hairy.

"I don't think keeping Hairy locked up would be good for either of us."

He handed her his brother's business card.

Sadie looked down at the card and smiled. "Kalvin Newton. Huh. I went to school with a Kalvin Newton, except he spelled Kalvin with a C." She looked up. "Thanks for the card. I promise to give serious thought to the dog thing."

Petrovich arrived but didn't talk to her until he'd spoken with the officers searching the neighborhood, and even then he wasn't much help. They hadn't found Kent Lasko and by now he could've been anywhere. Kent's brother, Christian, had been at his house alone, but he claimed he hadn't seen Kent for days and appeared genuinely shocked that his brother wasn't off skiing in Tahoe.

After Petrovich and all the other cops had gone, Sadie double-checked all her windows and doors and set the alarm as Petrovich had insisted. Then she had a lengthy discussion with Zack on the phone and promised not to leave her house. There was no danger of that. She was exhausted. Even though it was midafternoon, she climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to her chin, and began reading a romance novel that had been waiting on her nightstand for months.

She nodded off and was enjoying an erotic dream involving a blond with washboard abs and a penchant for whipped cream when the phone rang. She pulled a pillow over her head and tried to go back to sleep, but a woman's voice echoed through the house through the speaker on the answering machine.

"Sadie, it's Maeva. Pick up the phone. I know you're there." Pause. "If you don't pick up I'll keep calling every five minutes until you do."

With an exasperated sigh, Sadie flung the pillow off her face and s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone.

"Why don't you use your evil ESP on someone else?" Sadie demanded.

"That wasn't ESP. I drove by your house an hour ago and all these cops were around. What's up?"

"Someone tried to break in. Now I'm going back to sleep."

"How can you fall asleep after someone just broke into your place?"

"He never got inside. It was Kent Lasko. He was lurking in my backyard and wanted to talk."

"Good for you for calling the cops. Did you find out first why he killed Trudy and Grant?"

"No, I didn't," Sadie said evenly. "Since he probably would've killed me, I didn't invite the man in for tea."

"Don't get grumpy."

"I've had a rough day. I'm going back to sleep, where I'm hoping to find a muscled man-s.l.u.t waiting to service me."

"Fine, but I'd like you to help me communicate with Grant again. He keeps interrupting every seance I have, but his messages are so jumbled they don't make sense. Will you help?"

"I'm not in a helping kind of mood."

"But you could uncover some clue that would help prove Kent Lasko's guilty and put him in jail."

Sadie considered this.

"You know, Maeva, I'm just not overly in touch with my inner Nancy Drew. If you're able to uncover some clue that will put this all together, go for it. I'm just going to mind my own business and maybe get a dog."

"Hairy would hate it if you got a dog."

"I'm hanging up now," Sadie said, and she did.

Regardless of her attempts, the Adonis of Sadie's dreams was gone for good. After tossing and turning for a while, she ignored her promise to Zack. She knew one place she could go and still be safe. She headed for the mall for some retail therapy.

After an hour of wandering she'd only managed to eat some greasy fries and hadn't found a d.a.m.n thing that interested her. However, she did feel safe among the throngs of shoppers.

She walked into a small lingerie shop all decked out in Valentine's Day splendor, but it only made her feel old and alone. Besides, she'd been considering a simple bra; she wasn't aiming for one in hot pink with sparkly hearts, thank you very much. She thought of asking the perky clerk for help, but her tolerance for perky was low these days. Instead, she abruptly whirled, walked out of the shop-and b.u.mped directly into Christian Lasko.

"Ah, jeez," he grumbled.

He tried to keep his head down and walk around her. Unfortunately, Sadie had the same idea and when she stepped to one side he did the same, and when he reversed directions she matched his. It was as if they couldn't get away from each other.

"Stop!" Sadie shouted, attracting unnecessary attention from shoppers walking by. "I don't want to see you any more than you want to see me." She pointed to her left. "I'm going in that direction. Feel free to go the opposite way."

He nodded abruptly and took one step to the right. Then Sadie had second thoughts and grabbed him by the arm.

"By the way, tell your crazy brother to stay the h.e.l.l away from me and my house. Tell him I'm getting a pit bull."

"Sure. Whatever."

He tried to yank his arm free of her grip, but Sadie held him fast.

"And tell him that I'm working on proof that he killed both Trudy and Grant and I'm not going to give up until he's in jail."

"You're crazy. Leave my brother alone or you'll regret it," Christian hissed, but he looked around furtively and he was obviously afraid.

He freed his arm from Sadie's grasp and broke into a run, nearly capsizing a middle-aged woman leaving the lingerie shop with an armload of purchases.

Sadie found it strangely empowering to strike fear into the heart of somebody after spending so much time lately scared herself.

Instead of leaving the mall, she spotted a mega sportswear store and decided it was her new destination. Even though her muscles were already starting to ache from her morning jog, it was a good kind of soreness. Maybe some new running clothes would bolster her enthusiasm.

She walked inside the store, where rock 'n' roll played loudly over the speakers and neon signs blinked sales slogans. She casually looked through the racks in the running section.

"Can I help you?" a pimply young man asked from behind her.