Split. Part 10

"Last night." He told her again. "I'll be here for a week at least."

He hoped that didn't sound suggestive. After the words came out he thought he probably should have said it differently, like, "I'm in Vancouver for a week," or "I'm just here for the conference," or something similar. He didn't need to add "at least", as if to suggest he might stick around if she could persuade him. Of course, saying, "I'm just here for the conference," wouldn't have been entirely true either.

"Oh," she said. The colour still hadn't returned to her face. "That's great. So what do you think of Vancouver so far?" He laughed, trying to sound casual, and said, "More like, 'What do I think of the airport and the inside of the Renaissance Hotel..." He meant it as a joke but again, he immediately thought it could have sounded suggestive.

"I mean...I haven't really seen any of Vancouver yet," he went on. "I hope to see a few sights, you know, with my colleagues. Is there anything you'd recommend?"

"Oh, you should try to see Stanley Park, Gas Town, Grouse Mountain. The Capilano Suspension Bridge is kind of cool if you're out that way. And you really ought to get to Whistler if you can." She rattled the tourist info off and then stopped short, as if she suddenly remembered who she was talking to and found it all a bit too bizarre. Or maybe he was projecting his own feelings into her actions, he wasn't sure.

Makedde met his eyes, and pressed her lips into a tight smile. Her golden complexion had regained its warmth.

"So...Andy Flynn," she said and crossed her arms.

Andy was over-a.n.a.lysing. He had his intense study of body language, Statement a.n.a.lysis and Scientific Content a.n.a.lysis at the academy to thank for that habit. Every word and gesture had some probable meaning. One of his instructors had said, "Don't try this on your friends, or you won't have any."

"So, how's it all going?" Makedde asked him, arms still folded across her body. "What have you been up to? You know, with the Profiling Unit and everything?"

"Well, the Police Commissioner finally got the thing a green light and it should be up and running sometime next year. We're looking to make it the centre for Profiling and tackling major crime through all of Australasia."

She raised her eyebrows. "That sounds really exciting."

He didn't want to mention that the Stiletto Murder Case might have been an influencing factor in finally pushing the plans through. There was nothing like a public outcry to suddenly boost political support for a crime-fighting project.

"It looks like I may have the opportunity to have a high-ranking position. Perhaps even head the unit at some point."

"Like I said, that's great. Congratulations. Well, um..." She looked past him to the gathering of people at the refreshment table. "I guess..."

And then the redhead was back at the lectern, introducing the next speaker-coffee break over.

"Now, if everyone could please take their seats, I would like to introduce Professor Rickford from the University of Wales..."

No time for refreshments.

Makedde looked back to her seat, and then across to Andy.

"Are you here alone, or...?"

"I came alone," Andy told her. "Dr Harris will be arriving just before lunch."

"What time is his presentation?"

"At one. First up after lunch," he said.

"I'd love to meet him," she said, and motioned to take her seat.

He smiled, still standing. "You can join us for lunch if you'd like."

"I didn't mean to invite myself..."

And then Professor Rickford was at the lectern, starting his speech. It seemed inappropriate to cross the room to his seat, so Andy just sat down on the spot, right where he was, with one chair separating him from Makedde.

Mak smiled at him and shrugged, taking out her notepad and pen, and gesturing to the speaker. The room was quiet except for the professor, and they didn't speak again until the lunchbreak at noon.

Makedde picked up the conversation right where they had left off.

"I didn't mean to invite myself to lunch," she said as the room began to clear.

"I'm sure Bob won't mind," Andy said.

They both got up from their seats at the same time. The room had erupted into a busy chatter, and people brushed by them to head out for their lunchbreak. They stood awkwardly looking at each other, neither of them motioning to leave.

"No, honestly. You two will probably want to talk about work-"

"Not at all," he a.s.sured her. "Not at all." Perhaps she really didn't want to go. He didn't want to force her. "Hey look, the invitation is there for you," Andy said. Somehow that seemed to end the stand-off, but apparently not in his favour. She had obviously made the decision not to go.

She gathered up her bag and notepad. "Will you be here tomorrow?"

"I may be."

"Perhaps we could catch up then?"

It was better than saying that she didn't want to catch up at all, but he still felt a little like he was being brushed off.

"Well, I'll talk to you after the lecture, anyway."

"Oh, of course."

Andy scanned the entrance and spotted Dr Harris chatting with the red-haired organiser.

"He's right over there." Andy pointed to him. "Why don't you come over and I'll introduce you?" He didn't want to let her go.

"Okay, but then I am leaving you two to have your lunch. I don't want to get in your way."

Andy wanted to tell her that she could never possibly be in his way, but then she was gone, already striding towards the entrance, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her as she walked away.

She slowed her pace for a moment so he could catch up, and they walked up to Dr Harris and his new friend together.

"Hey, Mak," the organiser said when they approached.

"Hi, Liz. How are you?" They exchanged friendly smiles, and Mak turned her attention to Dr Harris.

"Bob Harris," he said, and extended his hand.

"Makedde Vanderwall. Nice to meet you." She gave him what looked to Andy like a pretty firm handshake. He noticed that the Profiler held her eyes for a moment while their hands were clasped. Bob sometimes did this when he first met someone, and Andy knew from experience that it felt like having an X-ray. Mak accepted this brief but intense scrutiny without flinching.

The other young woman turned to Andy and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Liz Sharron." With her pale skin, and a head full of naturally red Shirley Temple curls, Andy imagined her cla.s.smates calling Liz "Carrot Top" or something similar at school. She had a good-natured smile, and a lot going on behind her eyes.

Makedde introduced him to Liz as "Detective Flynn".

Not very personal, he thought.

"Andy has been training down at Quantico with me for the past couple of weeks," Dr Harris told her.

"Liz is an a.s.sistant to Dr Hare in his Psychopathy Lab," Makedde explained.

"What exactly is a Psychopathy Lab?" Andy had to ask.

Liz laughed. "Well, we don't really have a conventional laboratory as you might imagine it, as with physics or chemistry labs. As a group we conduct research on psychopathy, some at the university here and some at various forensic laboratories and local correctional inst.i.tutions. We use a lot of different techniques to measure for neuro-biological differences-SPECT scans, EEGs, MRIs..."

"Sounds like a lab to me," Andy said.

"No brains in jars or anything, though," Liz said. "Well, only a couple anyway."

"Dr Hare's past a.s.sistants? Or is that just a rumour?" Makedde said, grinning.

Liz smiled.

"It's actually quite an interesting area of study," Dr Harris said.

"Yes, you should make sure to stick around for some of the lectures in the next couple of days," Liz added. "Some of our researchers are presenting really fascinating stuff."

Andy was about to remark that he'd stick around, when he noticed an odd look on Makedde's face. She was staring past them to the stairwell. A security guard had come down the stairs and was walking towards them.

"I should let you get to your lunch," she said a little too quickly.

"It was nice meeting you, Makedde," Dr Harris said.

Bob was vaguely aware of Andy's former a.s.sociation with Makedde, and Andy guessed that he was watching the scene unfold with interest. Unless you knew Bob well, it was impossible to imagine the keen a.n.a.lytical mind that churned away behind his calm and casual exterior. He never missed a thing-not a gesture, inference, or expression went unnoticed. A man like him never shut that talent off. That's what made him so good.

Mak turned her attention back to their group. "It was a great pleasure meeting you, Dr Harris."

"Call me Bob."

"Thank you." Mak faced Andy and then Liz, and said, "See ya later."

Her gaze flickered back to Andy before she walked away, and there was a strange, uneasy look in her eye that didn't sit well with him.

"See you later," Andy said as she wandered off. He tried to pull his eyes away, tried not to stare as Makedde greeted the tall security guard. He was a young, good-looking man, and Andy didn't like that one little bit. She didn't quite kiss him h.e.l.lo, but they certainly seemed friendly. Andy tried hard to contain the sharp surge of jealousy that flooded through his body. His jaw felt tight.

She's got a boyfriend. Of course she's got a boyfriend. Girls like that always have a boyfriend.

He corrected himself. He knew Makedde was different. She was a bit of a loner at times, not always attached, but that didn't mean she hadn't fallen for a tall, good-looking security guard at her own university-a guy who wasn't continents away, and wasn't wrapped up in some terrible time in her life that she would be eager to forget.

Cool it, Andy. She's none of your business any more.

He regretted that fact.

CHAPTER 19.

"Looks like they may have a nasty one here."

Andy glanced up from his cold coffee. "Sorry, what?"

The cafeteria was still busy, but Andy had never felt more alone. He noticed that Dr Harris had almost finished his chocolate brownie and can of Diet Pepsi, and he was now looking across the table at him intently. Andy wondered how long he had been staring off into s.p.a.ce. He hoped he hadn't missed anything important.

"Get your mind back on track, Andy."

"It's that obvious, is it?"

Bob looked at him incredulously. He didn't have to say anything.

"Sorry," Andy mumbled.

"I can see why you are interested in her. She's a very beautiful girl, and bright too, from what I can tell. But I think you might be barking up the wrong tree."

Andy said nothing.

"How was your meeting? How did she respond to you?" he asked, but Andy knew Bob well enough to know that the questions were not ones he was asking for his own benefit, but ones that he wanted Andy to ask of himself-a cla.s.sic psychologist's strategy.

"I think she was surprised to see me, to say the least," Andy admitted.

"You didn't tell her you were coming?"

"I never quite got around to it."

His comment hung in the air for a while, without response. He wondered if it would be possible to feel any more stupid.

"Did it seem that she was interested in seeing you again?" Bob asked. When Andy didn't respond, he said, "I think you ought to move on, Andy. She has."

That stung. It was obviously true, but it stung.

Andy got up from his seat. "I'm gonna grab another coffee. Do you want anything?"

Bob shook his head.

Andy ordered a coffee he didn't really need, and when he came back and sat down he said, "So, what were you saying before about something being nasty? Are you talking about the case the RCMP wanted you to look at?"

Bob was far too busy to take on any new cases, but he had studied the files all morning instead of sleeping in, just as Andy suspected he would. Bob could not deny his charitable nature.

"It's a mess," Bob said. He looked off into the distance, his eyes unfocused. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He said the words softly, so he wouldn't be overheard. "We've got three victims so far, but what about that increase in campus disappearances? What if we've stumbled upon a series of campus murders?"