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I’m free! Jenks exulted. And I know who’s setting me up. The cops won’t get it in a million years.
“Since two-thirty, sleepyhead. It’s about Nicholas Jenks. I think I found something, and Lindsay, it is a mind-blower.”
“Or”—I shook my head slowly—“unless the killer was menstruating.”
Kindle needs emojis so i xan eyeroll
Greg Marks lived up there.
“Says you’d want to talk to him about the Jenks case,” Karen said. “Says his name is Phillip Campbell.” Chapter 120 I FROZE, FIXED ON RALEIGH, and lunged back toward my desk.
What he said next jolted me. “So do I.” And then he hung up.
We both gaped in amazement. He had the same look: the short reddish-gray hair, the same unmistakable beard. But it wasn’t Jenks.
I turned into the master bath. “Oh, damn it!” The case had made a last, irrevocable turn. On the floor, in her workout tights, was Joanna Wade. She was leaned against the tub looking at me, but not really—actually, she was still looking at her killer. Her eyes were wide and terrified.
If it wasn’t Joanna, who was Chris following?
“What do you want?” I heard Jenks’s cry reverberating off the stone. Then the woman shouting back, “I want you to remember them. All the women you fucked.”
Chris wasn’t watching, and he wasn’t hiding. The front of his shirt was covered with blood.
Damn...
They were straight across the basilica. Jenks, in a plain white shirt. He was holding one arm, bleeding. He’d been shot. And across from him, holding a gun and dressed in a man’s clothes, Chessy Jenks.
New that was co.ming.
“That’s why we’re here. I want to renew our vows.” Chessy took a small pouch out of her jacket and tossed it at his feet. “Go ahead. Open it.” Nicholas Jenks knelt stiffly and picked up the pouch. He opened it, the contents spilling into his palm. His eyes bulged in horror. The six missing rings.
“These will put you in the gas chamber.” “No, Nick,” Chessy said, shaking her head. “I want you to swallow them. Get rid of the evidence for me.”
Boy he knows how to pick em!
I looked and saw that she’d missed Jenks. He was staring at her in disbelief. He didn’t think she could do it, didn’t think she hated him that much. He still believed he controlled Chessy, and probably that she loved him.
Ugh they both couldnt have died?
Nicholas Jenks turned toward me with a gasp of relief. “I told you… I told you I was innocent.” I looked at him in disgust. Eight people were dead. The brides and grooms, Joanna, now his own wife. I told you I was innocent? Is that what he thought?
He managed to nod his head. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. Then Chris smiled faintly and he died on me.
“Oh, but we do,” Jenks called back. “You blew it, Inspector. I’m here to tell you how.”
“Chessy did what I told her to do, right up until the very end. The murders? We were playing a terrible, wonderful game. Tragic husband and wife kill happy, innocent husbands and wives. We were living out the plot of a novel. My novel. You blew it, Lindsay. I got away clean. I’m free. I’m so free. And now I’m richer than ever.”
