Epilogue
C ome on, come on ... were going to go caroling!
Joelle, wearing ridiculous, red felt reindeer antlers was herding everyone into the lobby.
Pescoli looked up from her desk where she was studying the death certificates and newspaper reports on the two sisters of Cameron Johnson who had died young... in accidents. I am not caroling! Ive got work to do.
Oh, dont be a Scrooge! Joelle admonished before clipping off in her clear high heels that looked like something Barbie would wear... well, and Michelle. Yeah, Luckys young wife would love those heels.
It was only a week until Christmas and Joelle was really ramped up for the holiday. Christmas music and cookies and garlands and even the spinning tree with its fake presents stacked beneath it. What more could one woman do to a government office?
Not that Pescoli paid much attention. Shed had more than enough to deal with in her own life. For starters, Santana was pressuring her big-time. It turned out that Brady Long had left him part of his immense estate and Nate thought she and her children and the dog should move in with him.
As if it were just that easy.
Nope, she thought, clicking through the computer screens.
She wasnt convinced, though a father figure for her kids certainly wouldnt hurt. Jeremy, sick of her nagging and bored with his life, had finally agreed to go back to school come January and Pescoli was crossing her fingers that he wouldnt change his mind again. As for his involvement with Heidi Brewster, it was still simmering, but the kids were somehow keeping it on the down low, which may or may not be a good thing, depending on how you looked at it.
Bianca, well enough to go back to school, had actually started talking to some other boy whod stopped by a couple of times, some kid on the basketball team who actually called her Ms. Pescoli, rather than ignoring her. Chris was still hanging out, of course, but it definitely looked like that particular romance was dying on the vine.
And none too soon.
As for the entire Secret Santa debacle, Pescoli had decided to play along and give the undersheriff a bottle of wine with its own little knit stocking cap that Joelle, Pescoli was certain, would do backflips over. Pescoli, herself, found it kind of gaggy. But she couldnt come up with anything else. The Oregon pinot noir had been on a special sale, keeping under the ten-dollar limit, and in Pescolis mind, the gift was a bit of an olive branch. At least thats what she hoped.
After all, she had to work for the prick.
So life was looking up. Except for Alvarez who had sunk into her usual Christmas funk. There was something going on with her, just like every other holiday season. She never returned home to Oregon for Christmas and this year shed said she planned to work over the holiday and let the people with families have the time off. When invited to Pescolis shed declined, claiming she wanted to spend her free time with Jane Doe, her newly adopted cat.
Pescoli had tried to ask her partner about her avoidance of all things to do with the yuletide, but Alvarez, as ever, managed to evade the questions or change the subject.
Christmas, as far as Alvarez was concerned, was a taboo topic.
Pescoli glanced out the window, noticed it was still snowing. At least, though, the storms had slowed and the workload at the department was back to a more normal level. As for Cameron Johnson, a sicko serial killer if there ever had been one, the FBI had stepped in and taken all of the files, notes, and computer information from Johnsons secret room in the basement of his house and were working the case.
It seemed Cameron had been hell-bent on eradicating the female offspring of Donor 727 for years. In his notes, the deputies had found reference to forty-two women, some who lived as far away as New England.
DNA tests had proven the victims around this part of Montana as well as others, including Shelly Bonaventure in LA, had, indeed, been Gerald Johnsons offspring. Other accident victims, the Unknowings named in Johnsons notes who were already dead, were being examined. If there were any DNA samples taken before they were buried, they were being compared, or the bodies were now being exhumed. They would probably never know about the few who had been cremated as there was no DNA left behind to be tested.
There was other physical evidence that tied Cameron Johnson to his crimes as well. The black paint on Kaceys Ford and Elle Alexanders minivan had matched the custommade spray-painted bumper guard that had been hidden in a shed and fit perfectly on Johnsons truck. A cache of stolen plates had been located, which explained some of the difficulty theyd had in ID-ing the damned truck.
Pescoli leaned back in her chair until it squeaked in protest and she heard, muted softly, the sound of voices raised in song ...
I heard the bells on Christmas Day...
Pescoli checked her watch. It was almost showtime and the stage was set.
A few things about the case still bothered Pescoli and scraped at her brain, tickling her into believing there had to be more than theyd already unearthed, even though all leads pointed to Cameron Johnson. As Kacey Lambert had insisted, Pescoli believed that Johnson had been the man who had attacked her in the parking garage in Seattle years before. And now, rumor had it the good doctor might be moving in with Trace OHalleran, just like that, when Pescoli couldnt commit to a man shed been in love with for years.
Now Pescoli closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, thinking hard, running over the loose ends. She was pretty sure she had it figured out. Cameron Johnson had been a whack job with a capital W. No doubt about that. Also, hed definitely been unraveling, more and more taking risks, but that didnt explain everything. How had he gotten all the information on the clinic and the victims? Had he really uncovered that information himself? She didnt think so.
Another thing: it looked like Leanna OHalleran had stolen the gun that shed used that night, and that gun was Clarissa Werners. Pescoli had interviewed Clarissa and her husband and they both believed Leanna has specifically taken it as a kind of up yours to the Johnson clan as a whole. And it looked like Leanna OHallerans special touch of irony was that she drove a BMW, same make and model as Clarissas, to also point a finger in the Johnsons direction.