Kiss Me, Kill Me

FOUR

Trey Danielson slumped into a kitchen chair in the Bentons’ kitchen and glared at Sean and Patrick. “You tricked me,” he said.

Sean sat across from Trey, still angry about the video Lucy had uncovered on Kirsten’s computer. Lucy should never have had to watch it, but more than his concern about Lucy’s sensitivities, Sean was furious that the high school senior had done such a dumbass thing in the first place.

“Where’s Kirsten?” he demanded.

Trey shook his head. “I thought she was here! She emailed me—I thought she emailed me.”

“Kirsten has been missing since Friday afternoon. It’s Wednesday.”

Trey frowned and looked at the table. Sean wondered whether he was trying to think of a lie or was sincerely worried about his girlfriend.

“You emailed Kirsten several times,” Patrick said. “You posted concerned comments to her Web page, wanted her to call you ASAP, and you have no idea where she might have gone?”

“I wish I did. God, I think something’s happened to her.”

“Why do you think that?” Sean demanded.

Trey didn’t answer.

“Trey,” Patrick said, “you had a physical relationship with Kirsten. If something happened to her, the police are going to look at you first.”

“That’s insane!” Trey said. “We broke up months ago! We’re friends.”

“When we show the cops the sex tape you made,” Sean said, “you think they’re going to believe anything you say?”

Trey’s face paled. “What?”

“I saw most of it; don’t bother lying.” Sean couldn’t keep the anger from his voice.

“But—I—” The kid was practically blushing and he looked down at his hands. “You can’t show anyone. My parents—shit, they’ll kill me. I thought she deleted it!”

“She did,” Sean said. “We undeleted it.”

Trey looked at him skeptically. “Really?”

“Let’s backtrack. When did you and Kirsten start seeing each other?”

“We’ve been friends since she moved here.”

“You know what I mean.”

Trey shrugged. “It wasn’t like that. I mean, we were friends, and then we went to homecoming last year and started being more than just friends.”

“And you broke up when?”

“Right before school started.”

“Why?”

“Who the fuck cares why?”

“We do.”

Trey scowled. “That has nothing to do with this.”

Sean pushed, trying to get the truth out of Trey. “Did you put that sex tape on the Internet? Or pressure Kirsten to do it? Is that why Kirsten broke up with you?”

“I broke it off with Kirsten. I didn’t want to, but—” He cut himself off.

Sean grew irritated. “Look, Trey, I’m tired of twenty questions, so I’m going to lay it all out for you. I’m a computer security specialist and I’m retrieving every single piece of data off Kirsten’s computer, even files she deleted.” Sean might not be able to re-create all the files, but the kid didn’t need to know that. “We know Kirsten has skipped town at least five times since the start of the school year—which, according to you, is right after you broke it off with her. But this time, she didn’t come back. Some people think she ran away, possibly with a boyfriend, but her mom and dad deserve to know the truth. And I think you know where she went.”

Trey set his mouth in a tight line. He stared at the back of his hands as if counting the hairs.

Patrick picked up where Sean left off. “You made a big show of concern on the Internet—on Kirsten’s Web page, in her email. I’ll bet if we pulled your phone records it’d show you called her number a dozen times. You know, I used to be a cop, and I worked a case where a guy killed his wife, then made a big show of trying to reach her—calling her friends, calling her cell phone that he’d tossed in the lake along with her dead body—all before filing a police report the next day. But his cleverness tripped him up. The police traced his outgoing cell calls back to the lake where he dumped her body—he made the first so-called worried phone call right after he killed her.”

Trey stared, pale. “You think Kirsten’s dead?”

“The jury’s still out,” Sean said, “but we’re concerned.” He considered what Lucy had said about the layout of her room, and bluffed based on the evidence. “We found a log of multiple deleted video files, and considering the layout of her bedroom and the digital recording of you and her getting down and dirty, we don’t believe that was a one-time show.”

“Did you post the video on the Internet?” Patrick demanded.

“I wouldn’t do that! We just did it for fun.” He bit his lip.

“You’re lying.” Patrick slammed his palm on the table. Trey jumped. Even Sean was surprised at his partner’s sudden outburst. Patrick was usually the calm, even-tempered Kincaid.

Reluctant, Trey said, “Kirsten posted it. We recorded us, you know, and then she found this website and thought it would be fun to put it up there.” Trey’s neck reddened. Physical embarrassment was hard to fake. “I told her to take it down, but she didn’t. I was so mad I broke it off. We didn’t talk for a couple months, but after she and her mom got in this huge fight she came to my house and we just, I guess, made up.”

“You mean you had sex?” Patrick said.

“No! Kirsten is really screwed up right now. Her mother was lying to her about a bunch of stuff, and when she ran away the first couple times I thought she’d gone back to California—but she didn’t want to be with her dad, either. She couldn’t wait until she turned eighteen and could leave.”

“What did Kirsten think her mother was lying to her about?”

“It’s not my place to say.”

“If it factors into why Kirsten ran away and where she might be, spill it,” Sean said.

Trey relented, as if relieved to get the information off his chest. “Her mom told her the only good-paying job she could get was here in Virginia. But Kirsten found letters in her mother’s desk that proved she’d been offered positions in Los Angeles, but she’d turned them down. Kirsten never wanted to leave L.A., and she confronted Mrs. Benton. I don’t know what happened, but I think the first time she ran away was right after that.”

Patrick said, “Mrs. Benton hasn’t told the police that she and Kirsten had a fight.”

“Big surprise. She’s all about image. She wanted everyone to think she and Kirsten were so happy, but Kirsten was sick of her mother whining about Mr. Benton cheating on her.”

“Do you know where Kirsten went?”

Trey shook his head. “I swear I’d tell you if I knew. I’m worried sick about her. She is so wrapped up in that stupid website, her grades are slipping—she flunked a big test in December. And then she told me she wasn’t going to play softball this year. She could get a scholarship, she’s that good, but she said she didn’t care anymore and was even thinking about not going to college.”

Sean frowned. All this information about her changing behavior did not bode well. He barely remembered his oldest sister, Molly—she was a drug addict by the time she was eighteen, and committed suicide when Sean was five—but from everything Duke had told him about her, she’d run hot and cold and was seriously depressed the three months before she offed herself. Their parents had tried to force Molly into rehab, but she wouldn’t go.

They hadn’t found evidence of drugs in Kirsten’s room, but Sean asked, “Was Kirsten using drugs?”

Trey shrugged. “No. I mean, we smoked pot a couple times, but that’s it. But you can’t say anything—if my coach found out I’d be cut.”

“When was the last time you saw her, or talked to her for any length of time? How did she seem then?”

Trey took a minute to think about it. “Friday in English class, right before lunch. It’s the only class we have together. She was all distracted, into her own head, and the teacher called on her a couple times and she didn’t know the answer. I asked her if everything was okay, and she said she just had to get away for a while.”

Sean asked quietly, “Did she seem depressed? Suicidal?”

“Kirsten wouldn’t kill herself, no way.”

“If she were doing drugs, that might contribute to depression.”

“I don’t know.” Trey bit his lip.

Patrick asked, “Is there anyone you know outside of the school who Kirsten might go to to ‘get away,’ as you said?”

Trey shook his head. “Only her dad in California. She missed him a lot, but she also blamed him for her mom being so bitter. But she said that no matter what, when she graduated on June fifth, she was moving back to L.A.”

That explained the June 5 circled on her calendar.

Patrick still didn’t look satisfied. Sean said to his partner, “What are you thinking?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. This isn’t adding up.”

Sean disagreed. He felt that he was getting a clear picture of Kirsten Benton. Her parents were split, her mom lied to her, her dad started it by having multiple affairs—he could see her running away. But what didn’t make sense was her involvement in the Party Girl website. Why post naked pictures? Why post the sex video with Trey? Did her disappearance have anything to do with the website, or was it something completely different?

“I really don’t know where Kirsten is!” Trey insisted.

Patrick asked, “Do you know if Kirsten ever hooked up in person with someone she’d met online?”

“No, never,” Trey said emphatically.

“Are you sure about that? Because it happens all the time, even with smart girls who should know better.”

Sean glanced at Patrick. His face was tight, and Sean knew he was thinking about Lucy. This case was getting to him—a missing high school senior was too close to what had happened to Lucy nearly seven years ago. But it was not the same, though Sean couldn’t explain that to Patrick now.

Trey ran his hands through his hair. “Last summer, I’d have said no way would she ever hook up online. Now? I never thought she’d quit softball. I don’t know her anymore.”

Sean took down Trey’s contact information, then gave the kid his card and his cell phone number. “If you hear from Kirsten, call me immediately. If you remember anything else that might help, call me.”

After Trey left, Sean turned to Patrick. “What do you think?”

But Patrick was in his own world, staring at the wall. Sean continued, “I believe him, though I think he might know something more, even if he doesn’t know it’s important. We’ll check back with him tomorrow after he thinks more about it.”

Patrick said, “We need to spend more time at Kirsten’s computer.”

“I’m working on breaking her password to the Party Girl site, and then we can dig into it.”

“We need to find out who she was talking to and if she agreed to meet him in person.” His voice vibrated with restrained anger, something Sean had rarely seen in the three years he’d known Patrick.

“That’s a given. What’s up? What are you thinking?”

Sean didn’t like Patrick’s aggravated expression. He looked more like his hard-edged military brother Jack. He didn’t answer Sean’s question, but said instead, “Specifically, we should look for any communication about college and boyfriends.”

It was not so much his words as his tone. There was only one topic that could make Patrick this angry.

“You’re thinking about Lucy,” Sean said.

“It was all about her excitement at going to college,” Patrick said quietly, his resentment taking a backseat. “And a predator taking advantage of it.”

“We’ll cover every possible connection,” Sean said, “but this isn’t the same situation. Kirsten has a habit of running away. It could be the same guy each time, or different guys. We’ll find her and bring her home.”

“She knew better,” Patrick said.

Sean snapped his head, shocked by what Patrick had said. He couldn’t have meant it. “Don’t—”

Patrick rubbed his eyes. “Sorry. I have a headache.”

“We need to talk.” In all the time Sean had known Patrick, this was the first time he’d hinted that Lucy was even partly to blame for her kidnapping nearly seven years ago when she’d agreed to meet someone she’d been talking to online. Lucy had enough blame for herself, especially after Patrick nearly died searching for her. If she suspected that he had unresolved issues, it would shake her to the core. Sean would do anything to protect Lucy, starting with setting Patrick straight.

Patrick stood and paced the Bentons’ kitchen. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Bullshit.” Sean began to seethe, knowing that Patrick was being unfair. What had happened almost seven years ago was incredibly complex and it remained a volatile issue with all of the Kincaids, but until now Sean had never thought he had to protect Lucy from her own family.

Patrick stared at Sean. The anger was back, a flash, then it disappeared.

“What were you going to say?” Sean asked, his voice low, not wanting a fight but unable to let the conversation stand.

“I need aspirin and food.”

“Patrick—”

“And another thing: don’t ask Lucy to help on this case.”

“She’s the one who found the Party Girl site and the video. This is right up her alley. Honestly, if we’re going to move quickly, we need her expertise.”

“How do you think she feels watching shit like that sex tape? Going to sites like Party Girl? You let her create a profile!”

“Hold it, I didn’t know she’d done it until afterward, but it makes sense, and it’s nothing she hasn’t done before for WCF.”

“Yeah, and look where that’s got her,”

“What’s the problem here, Patrick?”

“Just keep Lucy out of this. I mean it.”

Sean was stunned by Patrick’s anger. He’d been on edge since returning from California, leaving his typical calm, reasoned personality on the West Coast. But this venom was so uncharacteristic that Sean didn’t know how to respond.

He said, “Lucy knows what she’s doing. I wouldn’t ask her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.”

“Yes, just like she knew what she was doing when she was setting up those parolees for WCF and the vigilantes?”

“Wait just a minute—”

“Like she knew what she was doing when she got herself kidnapped in front of the church? Or when she nearly died on that island?”

Sean slowly rose from the table, his hands splayed firmly on the oak top to keep them from fisting up.

“Those are different situations,” he said through clenched teeth. “And Lucy is not to blame for either of them.”

Patrick blinked, as if he hadn’t known what he’d said. “I meant the fire.”

“You said the island.”

“You know what I meant!”

Unfortunately, Sean knew exactly what Patrick was thinking, and it took all his willpower to control his temper. It was bad enough that Patrick’s tone suggested that what had happened five weeks ago when Lucy’s stalker pounced was somehow her fault. But the reference to the island where Adam Scott had held her captive nearly seven years ago was unforgivable.

“Let it out, Patrick. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Don’t go all Dillon on me,” Patrick said, referring to his brother the shrink. “I’m just saying that Lucy gets too involved. She gets in way over her head, and she’s not ready for this kind of pressure. Can’t you just give her some time to heal? Or is this a way to make her dependent on you?”

“You are way off.”

“Just—why her?”

Sean realized Patrick was now talking about his relationship with Lucy, and that the conversation was taking another direction, diverting Sean’s attention from Lucy’s past. Patrick had clearly been harboring these hostile feelings a long time.

“I care about Lucy,” Sean said.

“Like you cared about Ashley? Jessica? Rachel? Emily—both of them? And then there was Shelley—”

Sean listened to Patrick list his ex-girlfriends before cutting him off. “It’s not the same thing, and you damn well know it.”

Patrick shook his head. “In the three years I’ve known you, you’ve had more than two dozen girlfriends, the longest lasting a record-breaking ten weeks.”

“You’ve been keeping track of my relationships?”

“Not until you started sleeping with my sister!”

“You’re crazy.”

“You’re a playboy.”

“I may have been, but—”

“So you and Lucy have been together for five weeks? You’re halfway to breaking her heart.”

“I’m not going to break her heart—”

“Like hell you aren’t.”

Sean wrestled with his temper, and Patrick pushed.

“Do you think it’s healthy for Lucy to help in a case like this? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?”

Sean came extremely close to decking him. Patrick knew it and stepped forward, almost daring him.

Sean had a sudden thought. He wondered if Lucy’s distance from him since Patrick had been back in D.C. was Patrick’s doing. “What have you been saying to Lucy?” he asked.

“Nothing yet. But I’m watching you, Rogan.”

“Don’t.”

Had they ever been friends? How could he think he’d gotten to know Patrick so well only to realize that he didn’t know him at all? If Lucy heard his diatribe about Sean’s ex-girlfriends, she might be upset. Patrick’s approval meant more to her than that of any other member of her family. But if Lucy heard Patrick’s comment about the island, she’d be completely devastated.

“I’m going to talk to Kirsten’s other friends,” Patrick said, signaling that this conversation about Lucy was over. “You finish with her computer. We’ll leave at four.”

“Agreed.” Sean wanted to settle it, but they were at an impasse. If Patrick forced Lucy to choose between her family and Sean, Sean feared that Lucy would pick her family. And even if she did choose Sean, she would be miserable. He couldn’t do that to her.

He had to convince Patrick that Lucy was truly the only woman for him. Otherwise … no, he had to convince him. There was no alternative.