‘Because they didn’t just resemble his mother physically, but they were the same age she was when she died, and they were all artists.’

‘Exactly.’ Hunter’s cell phone started ringing – the screen said Restricted Call.

‘Detective Hunter,’ he said, bringing the phone to his ear.

‘Hello, Detective. How did you like my birth city?’

Hunter’s surprised stare shot in Garcia’s direction. ‘Andrew . . . ?’

One Hundred and Five

Garcia’s eyes widened in surprise. He thought he’d heard wrong, but the expression on Hunter’s face left little doubt.

‘Andrew Harper . . . ?’ Hunter repeated, keeping his voice steady.

A chuckle came down the phone. ‘No one has called me Andrew in twenty years.’ The sentence was delivered in a calm tone. His voice like a muffled whisper. Hunter remembered the whispering voice he’d heard on the recording Myers had retrieved from Katia Kudrov’s answering machine.

‘Do you miss being called by your real name?’ Hunter’s tone matched Andrew’s.

Silence.

‘I know you were there, Andrew. I know you saw what happened that day in your house. But why did you run? Where did you go? Why didn’t you allow people to help you?’

‘Help me?’ He laughed.

‘No one could’ve coped with what you went through alone. You needed help then. You need help now.’

‘Cope? How could anyone cope with watching his father transform into a monster right in front of his eyes? A father who only hours earlier had given me the best presents I’d ever got. A father who’d promised me that everything would be fine. That there’d be no more fights. A father who said that he loved my mother and me more than anything. What kind of love is that?’

Hunter didn’t have an answer.

‘I’ve researched you. You used to be a psychologist, didn’t you? Do you think you could’ve helped me cope?’

‘I would’ve done my best.’

‘That’s bullshit.’

‘No, it isn’t. Life isn’t meant for us to go through it on our own. We all need help from time to time. No matter how strong or tough we think we are. A person alone just can’t deal with certain life situations. Especially not when you’re only ten years old.’

Silence.

‘Andrew?’

‘Stop calling me Andrew. You don’t have the right to do that. No one does. Andrew died that night, twenty years ago.’

‘OK. What name would you like me to call you?’

‘You don’t need to call me anything. But since you were so kind to fuck everything up. To go digging into something you had no right to, I have a surprise for you too. I take it that your phone has video-streaming capabilities, right?’

Hunter frowned.

‘I’m sending you a short video I made earlier. I hope you enjoy it.’

The line went dead.

‘What happened?’ Garcia asked.

Hunter shook his head. ‘He’s sending me some sort of video.’

‘A video? Of what?’

Hunter’s phone beeped – Incoming video request.

‘I guess we’re just about to find out.’

One Hundred and Six

Hunter immediately pressed the yes button accepting the request. Garcia moved closer and craned his neck. Their eyes were glued to the small progress bar on Hunter’s cell phone screen as it filled itself up very slowly. Time seemed to drag.

The phone finally beeped again – Download complete.Watch it now?

Hunter pressed yes again.

The picture was grainy, the quality substandard. It had obviously been recorded using a cheap cell phone camera, but there was no doubt who they were looking at.

‘What the fuck?’ Garcia moved even closer.

Tied to a metal chair in the center of an empty room was a woman. Her head was slumped forward, her dark hair falling over her face covering her features. But neither Hunter nor Garcia needed to see her face to know who she was.

‘Am I going crazy?’ Garcia asked, wide-eyed, the color draining from his face.

No words left Hunter’s lips.

‘How the fuck did he get Captain Blake?’ Garcia’s eyes were still cemented to the screen.

Still silence from Hunter.

The video played on.

Captain Blake slowly lifted her head and Hunter felt something close tight around his heart. She was bleeding from the nose and mouth and her left eye had almost swollen shut. She didn’t look drugged, just in severe pain. The picture focused on her face for just a few more seconds before fading to black.

‘This is crazy,’ Garcia said, fidgeting like a kid.

Hunter’s phone rang again. He answered it immediately.

‘If you’re wondering,’ the whispering voice said, ‘she’s still alive. So I’d be very careful of your next move. ’Cause how long she stays that way depends on it. Back off.’

The line disconnected.

‘What did he say?’

Hunter told him.

‘Shit. This is so messed up. Why take the captain? And why send us a video? That’s completely contrary to his MO. He hasn’t done that with any of the previous victims.’

‘Because Captain Blake isn’t like any of the previous victims, Carlos. She doesn’t remind him of his mother. He didn’t take her for that reason. She’s security . . . a bargaining tool.’

‘What?’

‘On the phone he said, “Be very careful of your next move. ’Cause how long she stays alive depends on it. Back off.” He’s using her as a guarantee.’

‘Why?’

‘’Cause we’re getting close, and he wasn’t expecting it. We know who he is . . . or used to be. He knows it’s just a matter of hours before we catch up with him.’

Garcia bit his bottom lip. ‘He’s panicking.’

‘Yes. That’s why the video. And when they panic and deviate from their original plan, they make mistakes.’

‘We don’t have time to wait for him to make a mistake, Robert. He’s got the captain.’

‘He’s already made the mistake.’

‘What? What mistake?’

Hunter pointed to his phone. ‘He sent us a video. We need Internet access.’

‘Internet?’ Garcia frowned. ‘Can we trace it?’

‘I don’t think so. He’s not that stupid.’

‘So why do we need the Internet?’

Hunter looked around and saw a thirty-something man sitting at a table in the corner. He was typing into his laptop.

‘Excuse me, are you online?’

The man looked up, his gaze quickly jumping from Hunter to Garcia, who was right behind his partner. The man nodded skeptically. ‘Yeah.’

‘We need to borrow your computer very quickly,’ Hunter said, having a seat and pulling the laptop towards him.

The man was about to say something when Garcia placed a hand on his shoulder, showing him his badge.

‘Los Angeles Homicide Division, this is important.’

The man lifted both hands in the air in surrender and stood up.

‘I’ll be right over there.’ He pointed to the corner. ‘Take your time.’

‘Why do you need the Internet all of a sudden?’ Garcia asked, taking a seat next to Hunter.

‘Give me a sec.’ He was busy Googling something. A web page loaded and he scanned it as fast as he could.

‘Fuck.’

Hunter grabbed his phone and watched the video again, frowning at it.

‘Damn.’

He Googled something else. A new page loaded and he scanned it again. ‘Oh shit,’ he whispered, checking his watch. ‘Let’s go,’ he said, standing up.