Dekker, Ted - Thr3e by Dekker Ted

Author:Dekker, Ted [Dekker, Ted]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: book, ebook
ISBN: 9780849945120
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Inc
Published: 2004-10-15T05:00:00+00:00

Baker Street. It was the third time in two days Jennifer had driven down the narrow lane under the elms. The warehouse where they’d found the blood couldn’t be seen from the street itself—it was in the second row of buildings. She imagined a young boy racing across the street toward the clustered warehouses with a bully at his heels. Kevin and the boy.

“What is here that you want to hide, Kevin?” she murmured. “Hmm?” The white house loomed to her left, immaculate, with the shiny beige Plymouth in its driveway. “What did Aunt Balinda do to you?”

Jennifer parked her car on the street and walked up to the porch. A slight breeze rustled through the leaves. The green lawn appeared freshly mowed and trimmed around the edges. She didn’t notice until she stepped up on the porch that the red roses in the flower beds were imitation. For that matter, so were all the flowers. It seemed Aunt Balinda was too tidy a person to mess with the natural flaws of nature. Everything about the house was perfectly finished.

She rang the bell and stepped back. A curtain to her left parted; a middle-aged man with a crew cut looked out. Bob. Kevin’s retarded older cousin. The face stared, smiled, and disappeared. Then nothing.

Jennifer rang the bell again. What were they doing in there? Bob had seen her . . .

The door cracked and filled with an old, heavily painted, saggy face. “What do you want?”

Jennifer flipped open her badge. “Agent Peters, FBI. Just wondered if I could come in and ask you a few questions.”

“Certainly not.”

“Just a few—”

“Do you have a search warrant?”

“No. I didn’t think I would need one.”

“We all make mistakes, dear. Come back with a search warrant.” The woman started to close the door.

“Balinda, I presume?”

She turned back. “Yeah? So what?”

“I will be back, Balinda, and I’ll bring the police with me. We’ll turn the place inside out. Is that what you want?”

Balinda hesitated. Her eyelashes flapped several times. Ruby red lipstick glistened on her lips, like glossy putty. She smelled of too much talcum powder.

“What do you want?” Balinda asked again.

“I told you. Just a few questions.”

“Then ask them.” She made no move from the door.

The woman was begging to be properly engaged. “I don’t think you understand me. When I come back in an hour, I’ll have a half-dozen blue suits with me. We’ll have guns and microphones. We’ll strip-search you if we have to.”

Balinda just stared.

“Or you can let me in now, just me. Are you aware that your son Kevin is in trouble?”

“Doesn’t surprise me. I told him he’d end up in trouble if he went off.”

“Well, it seems that your warning had some merit.”

The woman made no move.

Jennifer nodded and stepped back. “Okay. I’ll be back.”

“You won’t touch anything?”

“Not a thing.” She lifted both hands.

“Fine. But I don’t like people invading our privacy, you understand?”

“I understand.”

Balinda walked inside and Jennifer pushed the door open. A single glance into the dimly lit house washed away her understanding.

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