While an actual count was not possible, an educated guess as to how many spiders had been found at the scene was somewhere between five and six hundred. A few of them were exotic and had no business being in an apartment in Boston. An arachnologist had been called in to assist and pointed out that she had seen at least three species that were not native to America, much less Massachusetts.
So theres intention, Avery thought. And a lot of it. That much intention points to the likelihood that this guy will strike again. And if hes going to strike again in the same way, it should be possible to trace him and take him down.
The coroners report stated that Lawnbrook had died of a heart attack, likely from the fear of the situation. Of course, with no one having been at the scene during the murder, there were numerous other scenarios that could have played out. No one could know for sure.
It was an interesting caseif not a little morbid. Avery did not fear much, but large spiders was certainly on the top of her list of Things She Could Do Without. And while there had been no images of the scene revealed to the public (thank God), Avery could only imagine what it had looked like.
When she was filled in, Avery stared out of the back window for quite a while. She then went into the kitchen and moved quietly, as if she was afraid she might get caught. She pulled out the bottle of bourbon for the first time in months and poured herself a shot. She took it quickly and then grabbed her phone. She pulled up Connellys number and pressed CALL.
He answered on the second ring pretty quick for Connelly. Avery supposed that said a lot, all things considered.
Black, he said. I honestly didnt expect to hear from you.
She ignored this formality and said, So, this case you were calling me about. Was it the one involving Alfred Lawnbrook and the spiders?
It is, he said. The scene has been combed over repeatedly, the body has been scrutinized, and we just have nothing.
Ill come in for it, she said. But just this one case. And I want to be able to do it on my terms. No over the shoulder hand-holding just because Ive been through a rough time. Can you see to that?
I can do my best.
Avery sighed, resigned to how good it felt to be needed and to know that her life would soon feel like her own again.
Okay then, she said. Ill see you at the A1 tomorrow morning.
CHAPTER SIX
Avery wasnt sure what shed been expecting when she walked back into the precinct for the first time in over three months. Maybe some butterflies in her stomach or a wave of nostalgia. Maybe even a secure feeling that would make her wonder why she ever thought it had been a smart idea to quit in the first place.
What she wasnt expecting was to feel nothing. Yet, thats what she felt. When she walked back into the A1 the following morning, she felt nothing special. It felt almost like she hadnt missed a day and was just churning out another day any other old day, just like before.
Apparently, though, she was the only one in the building who felt that way. As she made her way through the building and back toward her old office, she noticed that the busy rush of the morning seemed to quiet as she passed by. It was almost like a wave of silence followed her. The receptionists on the phone went quiet, the murmur of conversation by the coffee pots fell silent. They all looked at her as if some huge celebrity had entered the building; their eyes were wide with wonder and their faces were slack. Avery wondered for a moment if Connelly had even bothered telling anyone that she was coming back.
After weaving her way through the central part of the building and to the back where the offices and conference rooms were, it felt a little more natural. Miller, a records and research guy, gave her a little wave. Denson, an older officer who had maybe two years left before retirement, gave her a smile, a wave, and a genuine: Nice to have you back!
Avery returned the womans smile, thinking: Im not back.
But on the heels of that there was another thought. Whatever. Tell yourself that lie all you want. But this feels natural to you. It feels right.
She saw Connelly coming out of his office at the end of the hallway. The man had caused her some pain and headaches over the years but damn if she wasnt glad to see him. The grin on his face let her know the feeling was mutual. He met her in the hallway and she could tell that the A1 captain usually a staunch hard ass was holding himself back from giving her a hug.
How was it coming in? he asked.
Weird, she said. They looked at me like I was a celebrity or something. I couldnt tell if they wanted to avert their eyes or bust out into spontaneous applause.
Truth be told, I was worried youd get a standing ovation for coming in. Youve been missed around here, Black. Youwell, you and Ramirez both.
I appreciate that, sir.
Good. Because Im about to show you something that might piss you off. You seedeep down, I had this hope that youd come back some day. But we couldnt just make the entire A1 stay on pause until that day came. So you dont exactly have an office anymore.
He explained this to her as he led her down the hallway, in the direction of her old office.
Thats not a big deal at all, Avery said. Who got that dump anyway?
Connelly didnt answer. Instead, he took the last final steps toward her office and nodded toward it. Avery approached the door and poked her head in. Her heart warmed a bit at what she saw.
Finley was sitting at her desk, sipping from a mug of coffee and reading something on a laptop. When he saw Avery, his face went through a variety of emotions: shock, happiness, and then settling on embarrassment.
He did not show the same restraint as Connelly had. He instantly got up from the desk and met her at the door with a hug. She had underestimated how much she had missed him. While they had never truly worked together, she had enjoyed watching Finley slowly make his way up the ladder. He was funny, loyal, and genuinely kindhearted. Shed always felt as if he were a distant brother in the workplace.
Its good to have you back, Finley said. Weve missed you around here.
I already went through all of that with her, Connelly said. Lets not give her a big head her first day back.
Dammit, Im not back, she thought. But it felt even flimsier than it had five minutes ago.
You want me to take her out to the site? Finley asked.
Yes, and soon. OMalley is going to want to touch base with her later and Id like her all nice and caught up when he lands here. Ride her out there and catch her up on everything we know. Try to get out of here in the next ten minutes or so if you can.
Finley nodded, visibly happy to have been given the task. As he hurried back to the computer, Connelly motioned Avery back out into the hallway. Come with me, he said.
She followed him farther down the hall, to the big office at the end. Connellys office hadnt changed a bit since she left. Still cluttered but in a neat sort of way. There were three coffee mugs on his desk and she guessed at least two of them were from this morning alone.
One more thing, Connelly said, walking behind his desk. He opened his top desk drawer and pulled out two things that Avery had missed probably more than any of the people in this building.