J. A. Konrath - Bloody Mary (Jack Daniels Mysteries)
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Lieutenant Jack Daniels is back, and this time she has to solve one of her goriest cases ever. Someone is running around Chicago dismembering women, and the spare body parts are winding up at the local morgue. In addition to the headaches of the job, she also has to deal with her mother showing up to live with her, as well as the reappearance of her ex-husband, right when shed thought she was making progress in a relationship with a new boyfriend. Along with her binge-eating partner Herb, whos on a failing quest to find the perfect diet, we see Jack track down and convict one of the scariest serial killers in recent memory but not before she becomes a target of his wrath, as well.
BLOODY MARY
J.A. Konrath
Book two in the Jack Daniels series
Copyright 2005 by Joe Konrath
This book is for Laura Konrath, whom Im honored, blessed, and tickled pink to call Mom.
I love you.
PROLOGUE
It would be so easy to kill you while you sleep.
He rolls onto his side and faces his wife, tangling his fingers in her hair. Her face is shrouded in a dried blue mask; an anti-aging beauty product that has begun to peel. The moonlight peeking through the bedroom curtains makes her look already dead.
He wonders if other people look at their partners at night, peacefully dozing, and imagine killing them.
I have a knife. He brushes his fingertips along her hairline. I keep it under the bed.
Her lips part and she snores softly.
So ugly, especially for a model. All capped teeth and streaked hair.
He wedges his hand between the mattress and box spring and pulls out the knife. It has a large wooden handle, disproportionate to the thin, finely honed blade. A fillet knife.
He places it against his wifes neck, gently.
His vision blurs. The pain in his head ignites, a screw twisting into his temple. It tightens with every heartbeat.
Too many headaches in too many days. He should, will, tell the doctor. The six aspirin he took an hour ago havent helped.
Only one thing helps when the pain gets this bad.
He caresses her chin with the edge of the knife, shaving off some of the mask. Sweat rolls down his forehead and stings his eyes.
I can cut your throat, reach in and rip out your voice before you even have a chance to scream.
She twitches, her head tilting away. Her neck is smooth, flawless. He clenches his jaw hard enough to crush granite, teeth grinding teeth.
Or maybe I should go through the eye. Just a quick poke, right into the brain.
He raises the blade up, trying to control the trembling in his hand. The blade wavers over her lid, creeping closer.
All you have to do is open your eyes, so you can see it coming.
She snores.
Come on, honey. He nudges her shoulder. Open your eyes.
He bites down on his tongue, the inside of his mouth hot and salty. His brain is a tiny clawed demon trying to dig its way out.
Open your goddamn eyes!
She shifts toward him, mumbling. Her arm falls over his bare chest.
Another headache, honey?
Yeah.
He places the knife behind her head, at the base of her skull. He imagines jabbing it in, the tip poking through the front of her throat.
Wouldnt she be surprised?
Poor baby, she says into his armpit. She rubs his cheek, her fingers cool against his burning ear.
He gives her a little prod with the knife, just under her hairline. Her head jerks away.
Ow! Honey, cut your nails.
Its not my nails, dear. Its a knife.
She snores her response.
He nudges her again. I said, Its a knife . You hear me?
Did you take some aspirin, baby?
Six.
Theyll work soon. You should see a doctor.
She hooks a leg over his stomach. He feels himself become aroused, unsure if its her touch thats causing it, or the thought of peeling off her face.
Or perhaps both.
He smiles in the darkness, knuckles white on the knife handle, ready to finally give in to the nightly temptation. But as he readies the blade, he notes that the pain in his head has begun to subside. Gradually, the sharp throbbing melts away into a dull ache.
Bearable.
For now.
Ill kill you tomorrow. He kisses her on the scalp.
The knife goes back under the mattress. He holds her tight and she makes a happy sighing sound.
When he finally falls asleep, its to the image of cutting her open and bathing his face with her blood.
CHAPTER 1
Dammit.
My fan had died. It didnt surprise me. The fan had ten years on me, and I came into the world during the Eisenhower years. It belonged in a museum, not an office.
Today was the first day of July, and hot enough to cook burgers on the sidewalk, though you probably wouldnt want to eat them afterward. My blouse clung to me, my nylons felt like sweatpants, and Id developed a fatal case of the frizzies.
The 26th Police District of Chicago, where I slowly roasted, was temporarily without air-conditioning due to a problem with the condensers, whatever the hell they were. We were promised it would be fixed by December.
I hit the base of the fan with my stapler. Though I was the highest ranking female cop in the Violent Crimes Unit, I tended to be useless mechanically. My handyperson skills maxed out at changing a lightbulb. And even then, I had to read the instructions. The fan seemed to sense this, slowly wagging its blades at me like dusty tongues.
My partner, Detective First Class Herb Benedict, walked into my office, sucking on a soda cup the size of a small garbage can. It didnt seem to be helping him cool off. Herb weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds, and had more pores on his face than I had on my whole body. Benedicts suit looked like it had been soaked in Lake Michigan and put on wet.
He waddled up and placed a moist palm on my desk, leaving a streak. I noticed droplets in his gray mustache; sweat or diet cola. His basset hound jowls glistened as if greased.
Morning, Jack.
My birth name was Jacqueline, but when I married my ex-husband, Alan Daniels, no one could resist shortening it to Jack.
Morning, Herb. Here to help me fix my fan?
Nope. Im here to share my breakfast.
Herb set a brown paper sack on my desk.
Donuts? Bagels? Cholesterol McMuffins?
Not even close.
Benedict removed a plastic bag containing, of all things, rice cakes.
Thats it? I asked. Wheres the chocolate? Wheres the canned cheese?
Im watching my weight. In fact, I joined a health club.
Youre kidding.
You know the one that advertises on TV all the time?
The one where you get to work out with all of those Olympic bodybuilders for only thirty bucks a month?
Thats the one. Except Ive got the Premier Membership, not the normal one.
Whats the difference?
He named a monetary figure, and I whistled at the amount.
But with it, I get full access to the racquetball and squash courts.
You dont play racquetball or squash.
Plus, my membership card is colored gold instead of blue.
I leaned back in my chair, interlacing my fingers behind my head. Well, thats different. Id pay extra for that. How is the place?
I havent worked out there yet. Everyone that goes is in such good shape, I thought I should lose a few pounds before I start.
I dont think theyd care, Herb. And if they do, just impress them by flashing your gold card.
Youre not being very supportive here, Jack.
Sorry. I picked up a file to fan myself. Its the heat.
You need to get in shape. Ive got guest passes. Theyve got Pilates at the club. Im thinking of taking a class after work.
Herb smiled, biting into a rice cake. His smile faded as he chewed.
Damn. These things taste like Styrofoam.
The phone rang.
Jack? Phil Blasky. Theres, um, a bit of a situation here at County.
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