Don't Close Your Eyes Part 29

"I'm so sorry," Natalie crooned. "I wish you could tell me who did this to you."

Blaine jerked and looked over Natalie's shoulder. Natalie grabbed the gun and still crouched, spun and aimed.

"Natalie!" Andrew St. John froze. "My G.o.d, what's going on here?"

Natalie lowered the gun. "We've had an intruder."

Andrew gazed at the gun. "Where did you get that thing?"

"I've had it for a few months. Don't worry-I know how to use it."

"That's exactly what does worry me. You handle the d.a.m.ned thing like it's second nature to you. Natalie, I hate guns. Do you know what a bullet can do to the body?"

"Yes. I also know what a long-bladed razor can do to the body. Someone has slashed three throats lately. I'm not going to apologize for arming myself." Andrew continued to stare at the gun. "I've called the police."

"Yes, that was the right thing to do. There's blood in the hallway, you know. Come in out of the cold." It wasn't cold but Andrew looked slightly dazed. Blood in the hall, his daughter pointing a.38 at him. It had been too much, Natalie thought. He nodded at the gun. "Put that thing away before the police get here, or you might get in trouble."

She'd already been in trouble over the gun, but she couldn't tell her father about the night when Nick found her in The Blue Lady. "I'm not going to put it away. I have a permit for it," Natalie said casually, "and I'm not sure someone isn't still in the house."

Her father grew motionless. "Still in the house?"

"I didn't check every room, Dad. I just went back to my bedroom and then in search of Blaine."

"That was very foolish of you. You should have run out of the house as soon as you saw the mess in the hall."

"Dad, before I came in I had a feeling I was being watched. Harvey and his wife aren't home-no one would have heard me if I'd screamed. I got inside as fast as I could and locked the door behind me. Once I saw the havoc in the house, I went for my gun."

"You went for your gun. Dear G.o.d."

"Dad, the fact that I have a gun is hardly the big problem here." Natalie stood up. "Someone has invaded our home."

"I should never have left you alone."

"Have you been with Alison all this time?"

"No. I sedated her and left her sound asleep. Then I went back to the hospital to check on some patients." He paused. "The blood in the hall and the shredded clothes and picture. Is that all the damage?"

"Well, there's a skull with a flower in its teeth on my bed."

"A skull? A real skull? A human skull?"

"It's human and I'm fairly sure it's real."

"Natalie, how can you act so calm?" Andrew finally thundered. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. Would you be happier if I were standing here shrieking my head off?" Andrew slowly shook his head. "I will never understand you if I live to be a hundred." A car pulled into the driveway. He looked out the window. "Not the police. No light bar flashing on top."

"I asked them not to flash the light. There's no sense in disrupting the whole neighborhood."

"Natalie, you act as if this kind of thing happens to you every day!"

Something has been happening to me almost every day, Natalie thought. "I have delayed reactions, Dad," she said gently. "Half an hour from now I'll be shaking like a leaf." Andrew looked relieved at the promise of what he considered a normal response. "You'd better open the door for the police."

Natalie led Blaine inside and watched the police enter. She was relieved to see Nick with Hysell following close behind. Nick looked controlled, but Ted was nearly vibrating with excitement. "A little trouble here, Dr. St. John?" Nick asked calmly.

"Shredded clothes and picture. Something that looks like blood in the hall."

"And some real creativity in my bedroom," Natalie said. "I didn't touch anything except some light switches. I haven't checked all the doors and windows to make sure they're locked, but they usually are. The sliding gla.s.s door to the terrace was unlocked, but the intruder had put Blaine out there and might simply have left it unlocked. I covered my hand when I touched the door handle."

Nick looked at her approvingly. "Sounds like you know how to handle yourself in this kind of situation. Careful not to disturb evidence."

"I watch a lot of those television police shows you don't like."

Nick glanced at Blaine. "Dog all right?"

"Yes. She was chained to the light pole on the terrace and muzzled. She's scared but not seriously injured."

"How much of a fight would she put up if a stranger broke in?"

Natalie shrugged. "I don't know. I've had her such a short time. She's slightly hurt-she received a blow to her left side. I don't think anything is broken, and I don't believe she bit anyone."

"Sheriff, take a look back here," Hysell called from the direction of Natalie's bedroom. Nick disappeared down the hall. Their voices lowered. Then Natalie heard the click of Hysell's ever-present camera. Someone's handiwork would be immortalized. Is that what the intruder wanted?

Natalie and her father sat silently in the living room. No damage had been done here. Blaine still trembled slightly but was gradually calming down. They could hear Meredith and Hysell going from room to room, searching, testing windows. At last they returned. "All the windows are closed and locked except for a small bathroom window. There's some undisturbed dirt in the grooves holding the screen," Nick said. "No one came in that way. Natalie, you said the sliding gla.s.s door was unlocked. Do you normally lock it when you leave the house?"

"Always," Andrew said.

"Dr. St. John, who else has keys to this house?"

Andrew looked blank for a moment. "Keys? Well, Natalie of course. Then there's a set I keep in my office at the hospital."

"Is the office always kept locked?"

"No. During the day it's usually open."

"Even when you're in surgery?"

"Yes. But there's a secretary in an outer office. Mrs. Rosen. Ralph Harkins and I share her."

"As a secretary?" Hysell interrupted.

Nick's lips tightened in irritation. "Of course as a secretary," Andrew said indignantly. "What else?"

"I don't know. Maybe a nurse or something."

"She isn't a nurse."

"Well, I just thought-"

"Does anyone else have a key?" Nick plowed on.

"Let's see..." Andrew frowned. "Harvey Coombs."

"Harvey Coombs!" Ted burst out. "You trust old Harvey with a key?"

Andrew shot him a paralyzing look from steel-gray eyes. " Harvey has been my friend for thirty years. He's had some problems lately, but that wasn't always the case."

"I see," Ted said loudly, then mumbled, "but I wouldn't let him have a key to my house."

Nick took control again. "We'll have to talk to Mr. Coombs."

"He didn't break into my house," Andrew protested.

"I'm sure he didn't, but I want to make certain he still has the key," Nick said. "He could have lost it or loaned it to someone."

"He wouldn't have loaned it." Andrew paused. "He could have lost it, though. He's had it for over twenty years."

"So he lost it five or ten years ago and it just happened to fall into the hands of a killer?" Ted asked.

"A killer?" Andrew thundered. "Why do you think whoever did this was a killer?"

"Because of your connection with Eugene Farley and Natalie being your child," Ted explained earnestly.

Andrew fixed Nick with his piercing gray gaze. "What in h.e.l.l is this man talking about?"

"Hasn't Natalie told you?"

Andrew sighed. "Sheriff, my daughter has a lifelong habit of forgetting to tell me things. Why don't you fill me in?"

Ted looked as if he were dying to tell the tale, but mer cifully Nick cut him off, outlining the Farley theory concisely and dispa.s.sionately. When he finished, Andrew stood and walked around the room, his head down. Finally he looked at them and said, "Well, what are you doing to protect Lily, Alison, and Natalie?"

Natalie was stunned. She had thought her father would first declare the theory absurd, then demand to know why she hadn't told him sooner. It seemed she didn't understand him any better than he understood her.

"I've only warned Mrs. Cosgrove and Mr. Peyton and Lily," Nick said. "We don't have the manpower to guard three people. Of course, Alison stays home most of the time. I believe a housekeeper is with her during the day."

"Yes," Andrew said. "In spite of her mental condition, she's probably not as much trouble as Lily Peyton and my daughter."

"Thank you, Dad," Natalie said dryly.

"It's true. You've always been headstrong and reckless."

"This gets better and better." Natalie looked at Nick. "I've told you I'll be careful. I'm sure Lily will, too. Now what about the havoc in this house?"

"I'll call our tech team, such as it is. Have you moved anything?"

"No. I do know that's real blood in the hall, but I'm not sure if it's animal or human. And I think the skull on the bed is real, although I can't imagine where someone would get a real human skull."

"Can't be real," Ted p.r.o.nounced. "Not unless we've got grave robbers in Port Ariel."

"Given everything else that's been going on, I wouldn't rule it out," Natalie said wryly.

The phone rang. Andrew answered, his expression distracted. Then his face tensed. "Certainly she isn't here. I would have called you." He paused and looked at Nick Meredith. "It's Viveca Cosgrove. Alison has been missing for over two hours."

"I thought you sedated her," Nick said.

"I did. Not heavily, though. She's been off all medication for a year, so I thought her tolerance was low. I administered a small injection of Ativan, and she quickly fell asleep." He shook his head. "Too quickly. She was acting. The injection no doubt calmed her but didn't knock her out."

Nick had spoken to Viveca and then made a quick call to headquarters, dispatching two deputies to search for Alison. "Do you think she could have broken into your house?" he asked Andrew.

"Alison? Why? I thought you were worried about her, not suspicious of her."

"I'm both," Nick said. "Anyone have any idea where this girl might go?"

Natalie lifted her hands. "I barely know her. Dad?"

Andrew had begun pacing again. "I didn't really know her, either. She was shy around me. But she was in better shape when I was seeing Viveca than she is now. She was on medication-medication she desperately needed. I don't know why in G.o.d's name Viveca turned her over to Warren Hunt. Oh, h.e.l.l, this is my fault. I should have given Alison a stronger dose of Ativan."

"No, her mother should have been watching her more closely," Nick said firmly. "Viveca's lack of vigilance isn't our problem, though. Finding Alison is. If she did this to your house, G.o.d knows what else she might do tonight. If she wasn't here, she's wandering around alone, drugged, and the perfect target for a killer."

Andrew insisted Viveca should not be left alone. "Well, Oliver certainly isn't up to baby-sitting her," Natalie said. "And don't even suggest Lily." Andrew looked troubled. "You go, Dad. I can tell you want to."

"I can't leave you."

"I'll be fine. The technicians will be here soon to collect evidence."

"And when they're finished, you'll be alone again in a house that's already been violated tonight. We'll both go to Viveca's."

"Count me out. I wouldn't be any help. She doesn't even like me."

"You don't like her. That's why you don't want to go." Andrew gave, her a determined look. "But now is not the time for you to indulge your childish antagonism toward this woman. You cater to unfeeling egomaniacs like Kenny Davis. Can't you find an ounce of compa.s.sion for a woman who's distraught over her deeply disturbed missing daughter?"

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" Natalie bristled.

"Maybe. But it's true."

Natalie wanted to stay angry because her father had called her childish and criticized her relationship with Kenny, but she couldn't, because he was right. Whatever Viveca's faults, the woman did love her daughter.

She stood. " Blaine, come along. We're going visiting."

Andrew shook his head. "Viveca doesn't like dogs."

"I'm not going without her, not after what happened to her earlier this evening. She's frightened." She gave her father a hard stare. "It's both of us or neither of us."

He stared back for a moment, then slowly smiled. "You bend, but only so far. You're very much like my mother."

"Grandmother?" Natalie was shocked. "You've never said that before."

"I'm enigmatic. Never say everything I think. It's part of my charm." He winked at her. "Get Blaine 's leash, my stubborn one, and we'll be off."