Bones Never Lie

CHAPTER 31

ELLIS YODER WASN’T openly hostile. Nor was he terribly forthcoming.

After badging him and vaguely explaining me, Slidell asked to speak in private. Yoder led us to an unoccupied office.

Slidell opened with the arrest record. “Remember Chester Hovey? The guy whose face you retooled with a bottle?”

“The guy who smashed my girlfriend onto a windshield to feel up her tits. You know where Hovey is now?”

“I don’t.”

“Doing time for slapping a hooker around.”

“And Viceroy?”

“Bella.” Yoder wagged his head slowly. “That what this is about?”

Slidell gave him the long stare.

“We fought. The bitch bit me. I smacked her. She brought charges. She was seventeen. I was nineteen, so I took the heat.”

“Sounds like you got anger management issues, Ellis.”

“Oh, right. I’m the one with issues.” Yoder gave a mirthless snort. “Look. Bella and I were both jerks. I’ve been clean since. Check it out.”

“You can take that to the bank.”

“You guys never let up.”

“Do you remember a patient named Shelly Leal, came in last summer complaining of cramps?”

“Hell, yeah. She’s the one got murdered.”

“Tell me about her.”

“I don’t actually remember her.”

“You just said you did.”

“I mean when I heard her name later, you know, in the news, I remembered she was here.”

“You know the name of every patient comes in?”

“No.” Yoder crossed his arms and scratched the outer side of each with long, nervous strokes. His nails left white trails across the freckled landscape.

“But you remember her.”

“Holy shit. Are you thinking I had something to do with that?”

“Did you?”

“No.” A flush colored Yoder’s face.

“How about a patient named Colleen Donovan? Street kid brought in with a gash in her head.”

“When?”

“August 2012.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” More scratching. “Wait. I think Doc Ajax sewed that one up. I didn’t assist.”

“You see either of these kids outside the ER?”

“ED.”

“What?”

“It’s called the ED. Emergency Department.”

“You trying to piss me off?”

“No!” The vehemence caused his nostrils to blanch at the edges.

“Answer the question.”

“The answer is no.”

“Talk about Hamet Ajax.”

“Doc Ajax?” Yoder’s nearly invisible brows rose in surprise. “What about him?”

“You tell me.”

“He’s Indian.”

Slidell offered an upturned palm.

“Not a talker, it’s hard to know.”

“He a good doctor?”

“Good enough.”

“Go on.”

“What do you want me to say? Patients seem to like him. He treats the staff okay. I don’t know anything about his personal life. The docs don’t hang with the drudges.”

“Ever hear any complaints? Rumors?”

“What are you getting at?” Yoder’s eyes hopped to me, back to Slidell. They were a peculiar avocado green.

“Just asking.”

“No.”

“Ever get any bad vibes?”

“From Doc Ajax? No.”

“What else?”

“Nothing else.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Is Alice Hamilton working today?”

Yoder’s fingers stopped. “Now I get it.”

“Yeah?”

“Her and the doc.”

“Go on.”

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that myself.” His lips squashed up in a smarmy grin. “If you catch my meaning.”

Slidell looked at him coldly.

“Hey, I’m not casting stones.” Raising and splaying both hands. Which were peppered with tiny flakes of dry skin.

“You saying Ajax and Hamilton are doing the two-headed roll?”

Yoder hiked both shoulders and brows.

“Where is she?”

“Hell if I know.”

“When did you see her last?”

“Not for a while.”

“Is that unusual?”

Yoder considered the question. “Nah. She’s a part-timer.”

Slidell gave Yoder the usual mantra about calling if he thought of anything further. We left him scratching and staring at Slidell’s card.

Before leaving the hospital, Slidell asked a supervisor about Hamilton’s next scheduled shift. Learned she was off until Wednesday. Obtained contact information, a mobile.

Slidell dialed as we crossed the parking lot. Got a recorded voice. Next he phoned the surveillance team. Learned Ajax hadn’t left home since being deposited at six.

I glanced at my watch. Half past ten and we’d accomplished zip. The adrenaline fizz had long since faded.

Still smarting from Slidell’s speed-dial remark, I didn’t ask his plans.

I got into my car and headed home.

Inspired by Yoder’s skin storm, I took a quick shower.

Ryan called as I was dropping into bed. I stacked pillows behind me and put him on speaker. In the background, I could hear frenetic male voices.

“How goes it?”

“Good. You?”

“Watching the Habs pummel the Rangers.”

“At eleven P.M.?”

“DVR, baby.”

I told Ryan about the phone calls made outside Mercy. About Ajax.

“Sonofabitch. How’d he act?”

“Cool as a snake. Ajax was on duty in the ER when Donovan and Leal presented. Slidell and I are talking to everyone else who worked both shifts.”

“What do his co-workers say about him?”

“One CNA hinted he had something going with another CNA. Otherwise the interviews were a bust. No one knows diddly about Ajax. No one remembers much about Donovan or Leal. How about you? Any luck with McGee?”

“The mother was on the level. Tawny did take some CEGEP courses.” Ryan used the acronym for Collège d’enseignement général et professionnel, a type of post-secondary school unique to Quebec.

“Where?”

“Vanier. I talked to some profs. No one remembers her. Not surprising. She attended for a little while, dropped out in 2006. Then it’s as if she fell off the planet.”

“Did you ever hear back from the psychiatrist?”

“Yeah. Pamela Lindahl. You met her in ’04, right?”

“Only briefly.”

“Your impression?”

“She seemed genuinely interested in Tawny’s welfare. Why?”

“I don’t know. She’s odd.”

“Psychiatrists are all odd.”

“I can’t put my finger on it. She seemed to be hinting at something she wouldn’t come out and say.”

“Did you ask why she took Tawny to de Sébastopol?” Not relevant. But the outing still troubled me. I couldn’t see the upside.

“She claims she was opposed to the idea, but Tawny insisted, like it was some rite of passage. When the kid wouldn’t let up, Lindahl consulted colleagues, they said go for it, so she finally agreed.”

“The house was sealed after the fire. How’d they get in?”

“Lindahl called the city, and someone did a safety inspection. Though damaged, the building was structurally sound. Given the special circumstances, they were allowed to visit. I’m not sure of the whole story.”

“What did they do there?”

“Mostly sat in the parlor.”

“Did Tawny venture into the basement?”

“Yeah. Lindahl passed on that. Figured the kid needed to be alone.”

“Jesus.”

“Lindahl stayed in contact even after funds for treatment ran out.”

“How long?”

“Until the kid cut herself off in 2006.”

“Does she have thoughts on where Tawny might be?”

“If so, she’s not sharing them.”

“Did you ask about Jake Kezerian?”

“Lindahl’s comments weren’t flattering.”

“Does she think he’s the reason Tawny took off?”

“She refused to speculate.”

“Did Anique Pomerleau come up in their sessions?”

“She’s not at liberty to say.”

“Seriously?”

“Tawny is a patient. And an adult. Anything they discussed is privileged.”

“Did you ask about the potential impact of our contacting Tawny?”

“Lindahl felt revisiting the past would be painful.”

“No kidding.”

A pause.

“You really think Ajax could be our guy?” Ryan asked.

“Slidell does.”

“How’d he hook up with Pomerleau?”

“Unless Ajax cracks, we may never know. But after Oklahoma, he worked in New Hampshire.”

“Somehow they meet. Paired with Pomerleau, things escalate to murder.”

Nothing but hockey as we thought about that.

“Here’s what bothers me,” I said. “Ajax is a pedophile. But these homicides show no sexual component.”

“Who knows what’s sexual to these freaks. Our doer takes souvenirs. Maybe the rush comes after the kill.”

“Maybe it comes from controlling the victim.” Continuing Ryan’s train of thought. “From dictating minute personal choices—hair, clothing, body position.”

“Moment of death.”

I heard a match strike. An expulsion of breath.

“Why kill Pomerleau?” Ryan asked. “And why shift to Charlotte?”

“Better climate?” I didn’t believe it.

“Then why the delay? Why go to New Hampshire, then West Virginia?”

“Ajax needed time to rebrand himself.”

“Maybe.”

“Pomerleau probably told him about Montreal. About my role in bringing her down. Maybe that excited him. It’s not uncommon for serial killers to try to up the ante.”

“Increase the danger, increase the thrill.”

“The danger being me.”

We both considered whether that had legs.

“How about this,” Ryan said. “Ajax wants to be arrested. He loathes what he’s doing but can’t stop himself.”

“Subconsciously, he wants me to catch him?”

“While consciously, he tries to avoid it.”

“Hmm.”

The voices exploded into a frenzy.

“Who scored?”

“Desharnais.”

“Why would Ajax, or anyone, continue to strike on dates significant to Pomerleau?”

“He’s taken over her compulsion? Or maybe, unknowingly, he’s sending out a clue.”

“A clue I would understand.”

“That plays.”

“And the next date comes in less than six weeks.”