Part 29 (1/2)

I nodded. ”If you read the papers, you must also be aware of the handiwork of the sc.u.m who calls himself Casanova.”

Sachs smirked, at least it looked like that to me. His blue eyes were filled with contempt. It was easy to see why he was widely disliked at the university. His blond hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His horn-rimmed gla.s.ses helped make him seem officious and condescending.

”There is no record of violence anywhere in my past. I could never commit those horrifying murders. I can't even kill palmetto bugs in my house. My aversion to violence is well doc.u.mented.”

I'll bet it is, I thought. I thought. All of your clever fronts and facades are neatly, perfectly in place, aren't they? Your devoted wife, the nurse. Your two children. Your well-doc.u.mented ”aversion to violence.” All of your clever fronts and facades are neatly, perfectly in place, aren't they? Your devoted wife, the nurse. Your two children. Your well-doc.u.mented ”aversion to violence.”

I rubbed my face with both my hands. It took all my strength to keep from hitting him. He remained haughty and unapproachable.

I leaned across the table and spoke in a whisper. ”I looked through your erotic book collection. I was there in your bas.e.m.e.nt, Dr. Sachs. The collection's full full of perverse, s.e.xual of perverse, s.e.xual violence. violence. The physical degradation of men, women, and children. That might not const.i.tute a 'record of violence,' but it gives me some subtle hints about your true character.” The physical degradation of men, women, and children. That might not const.i.tute a 'record of violence,' but it gives me some subtle hints about your true character.”

Sachs dismissed what I said with a wave of his hand. ”I'm a noted philosopher and and sociologist. Yes, I study sociologist. Yes, I study eroticism eroticism-just as you study the criminal mind. I don't suffer from libertine dementia, Dr. Dr. Cross. My erotic collection is the key to my understanding the fantasy life of Western culture, the escalating war between men and women.” His voice level went up. ”I also don't have to explain any of my private affairs to you. I've broken no laws. I'm here voluntarily. You, on the other hand, entered my house without a search warrant.” Cross. My erotic collection is the key to my understanding the fantasy life of Western culture, the escalating war between men and women.” His voice level went up. ”I also don't have to explain any of my private affairs to you. I've broken no laws. I'm here voluntarily. You, on the other hand, entered my house without a search warrant.”

I tried to keep Sachs off balance by asking him about something else. ”Why do you think you're so successful with young women? We already know of your s.e.xual conquests of students at the university. Eighteen-, nineteen-, twenty-year-olds. Beautiful young women; your own students, in some cases. There's a record of that, certainly.”

For a moment his anger surfaced. Then he caught himself and did something odd, and maybe very revealing. Sachs showed his need to exert power and control, to be the star of the show, even to me. Insignificant as I was to him.

”Why am I successful with women, Dr. Cross?” Sachs smiled and he let his tongue play between his teeth. The message was subtle, but also clear. Sachs was telling me that he knew how to s.e.xually control most women.

He continued to smile. An obscene smile from an obscene man. ”Many women want to be freed from their s.e.xual inhibitions, especially young women, the modern women on campuses. I free them. I free as many women as I possibly can.”

That did it. I was across the table in a second. Sachs's chair tumbled over backwards. I landed heavily on top of him. He grunted in pain.

I pressed my body down hard on his. My arms and legs were shaking. I held back from actually throwing a punch. He was absolutely powerless to stop me, He was absolutely powerless to stop me, I realized. I realized. He didn't know how to fight back. He wasn't very strong or athletic. He didn't know how to fight back. He wasn't very strong or athletic.

Nick Ruskin and Davey Sikes were inside the interrogation room in a flash, and Kyle and Sampson were right behind them. They jammed into the room and tried to pull me off Sachs.

Actually, I pulled myself away from Wick Sachs. I didn't hurt him, never intended to. I whispered to Sampson. ”He isn't physically strong. Casanova is. He isn't the monster. He isn't Casanova. He isn't Casanova.”

Chapter 99.

THAT NIGHT, Sampson and I had dinner together at a pretty good spot in Durham. Ironically, it was called Nana's.

Neither of us was especially hungry. The overly large steaks with shallots and mountains of garlic mashed potatoes went to waste. It was late in the game with Casanova, and we seemed to be falling all the way back to square one.

We talked about Kate. I had been told by hospital officials that her condition was still poor. If If she lived, the doctors believed that she had little chance of full recovery, of ever being a doctor again. she lived, the doctors believed that she had little chance of full recovery, of ever being a doctor again.

”You two were more than, you know, good friends?” Sampson finally asked. He was gentle with his probing, the way he can be when he wants to.

I shook my head. ”No, we were friends, John. I could talk to her about anything, and in ways I'd mostly forgotten. I've never been so comfortable with a woman so quickly, except maybe for Maria.”

Sampson nodded a lot, and mostly listened to me air it all out. He knew who I was, past and present.

My beeper sounded while we were still pus.h.i.+ng around the generous portions of food on our plates. I called Kyle Craig from a phone downstairs in the restaurant. I reached him in his car. He was on his way to Hope Valley.

”We're about to arrest Wick Sachs for the Casanova murders,” he said. I almost dropped the receiver. ”You're about to what what” I shouted into the phone. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

”When the h.e.l.l is this going to happen?” I asked. ”When was the decision made? Who Who made it?” made it?”

Kyle kept his cool as always. The Iceman. ”We're going into the house in the next couple of minutes. This time it's the Durham police chief's game. Something he found in the house. Physical evidence. Physical evidence. It will be a joint arrest, the Bureau in cooperation with the Durham PD. I wanted you to know, Alex.” It will be a joint arrest, the Bureau in cooperation with the Durham PD. I wanted you to know, Alex.”

”He's not Casanova,” I said to Kyle. ”Don't take him down. Don't arrest Wick Sachs.” The level of my voice was high. The pay phone was in a narrow corridor of the restaurant, and people were filing in and out of the nearby restrooms. I was drawing stares, both angry and fearful looks.

”It's a done deal,” Kyle said. ”I'm sorry about it myself.” Then he hung up the car phone on me. End of discussion.

Sampson and I rushed to Sachs's house in the Durham suburbs. Man Mountain was quiet at first, then he asked the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question: ”Could they have enough to convict, without you knowing anything?” It was a tough question for me. His meaning: How out of the loop was I?

”I don't think Kyle has enough for an arrest now. He would have told me. The Durham PD? I don't know what the h.e.l.l they're up to. Ruskin and Sikes have been off doing their own thing. We've been in their position ourselves.”

When we arrived in Hope Valley, I found out that we weren't the only ones who had been called to the arrest scene. The quiet suburban street was blocked off. Several TV station trucks and minivans were already there. Police cruisers and FBI sedans were parked everywhere.

”This is really really f.u.c.ked up. Looks like a block party,” Sampson said as we got out of the car. ”Worst I've seen, I think. Worst screwup.” f.u.c.ked up. Looks like a block party,” Sampson said as we got out of the car. ”Worst I've seen, I think. Worst screwup.”

”It has been from the beginning,” I agreed. ”A multijurisdictional nightmare.” ”A multijurisdictional nightmare.” I was shaking like a wino in winter on a D.C. street. I had taken one body blow after another. Nothing completely made sense to me anymore. How out of the loop was I? I was shaking like a wino in winter on a D.C. street. I had taken one body blow after another. Nothing completely made sense to me anymore. How out of the loop was I?

Kyle Craig saw me coming. He walked up to me and firmly grabbed my arm. I had the feeling he was ready to body-block me if necessary.

”I know how d.a.m.n upset you are. So am I” were his first words. He seemed apologetic, but Kyle also appeared angry as h.e.l.l. ”This wasn't our doing, Alex. Durham blindsided us this time. The chief of police made the decision himself. There's political pressure right up to the statehouse on this thing. Something smells so bad I want to put a handkerchief over my nose and mouth.”

”What the h.e.l.l did they find in the house?” I asked Kyle. ”What physical evidence? Not the dirty books?”

Kyle shook his head. ”Women's underwear. He had a large cache of clothes hidden in the house. There was a University of North Carolina T-s.h.i.+rt that belonged to Kate McTiernan. Casanova apparently kept souvenirs too. Just like the Gentleman in L.A.”

”He wouldn't do that. He's different from the Gentleman,” I said to Kyle. ”He has the girls and plenty of their clothes at his hideaway. He's careful, and obsessive about it. Kyle, this is f.u.c.king crazy. This isn't the answer. This is a huge mess-up”

”You don't know that for sure,” Kyle said. ”Good theories aren't going to stop this from happening.”

”How about good logic and a little common sense?”

”That won't work, either, I'm afraid.”

We started to walk toward the back porch of the Sachs house. TV cameras whirred into action, shooting anything that moved. It was a full-scale, three-ring media circus; a disaster of the highest order in progress.

”They searched the house sometime late this afternoon,” Kyle told me as we walked. ”Brought dogs in. Special dogs from Georgia.”

”Why the h.e.l.l would they do that? Why suddenly search the Sachs house now? G.o.ddammit.”

”They received a tip, and they had reason to believe it. That's what I'm getting from them. I'm on the outside, too, Alex. I don't like it any more than you do.”

I could barely see two feet ahead of me. My vision was tunneled. Stress will do that. Anger, too.