Page 21 of Tangled

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Ben sat in his car staring at Anna’s front door. Through

  the lounge room window he could see the glow of the

  television, soft streams of multi coloured light danced

  around the room, bounc-ing off one wall before hitting

  another. A million thoughts crowded his head, confusing

  him. The ‚Foetus Snatcher‛ had claimed yet another victim

  and he was still no closer to solving the murders of the

  first two women. No matter how he thought it through,

  no matter how he twisted it around, all leads kept

  returning to the wellness clinic and Anna.

  She worked for them, she counselled all their clients and

  had intimate knowledge of them. Had she seen Marla

  too? Surely she would have mentioned it if she had? Anna

  had been evasive and wasn’t exactly forth coming with any

  significant details to date, and Ben couldn’t help but think

  that she knew more than she had been telling him. When

  he had spoken with her yesterday she had skipped over

  Tessa rather quickly, yet she didn’t seem quite as

  concerned about Kylie-Anne. Nothing made sense to him,

  but then nothing ever did with Anna.

  He opened the car door and stepped out onto the street,

  he knew it was late but what he needed from Anna

  couldn’t wait. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot

  and while Marla’s murder was fresh in his mind, driving

  him to investigate. The door to his Chevy slammed shut

  and without locking it, Ben strode to her gate, up her

  front steps and he beat heavily on her door. It was time to

  get some answers and he was determined that Anna was

  going to give them to him.

  Anna opened the door and flicked on the porch light.

  "Ben…"

  "Why didn’t you tell me Marla was a client?" he hissed at

  her, no pleasantries exchanged.

  "Excuse me?"

  "You heard me."

  "Listen, Ben, I don’t have to take this from you…"

  "Get your coat, Anna," he ordered.

  "What?"

  "I’m bringing you in for questioning, get your coat and

  let’s go."

  "Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going anywhere with you."

  Ben pulled his handcuffs from the holder on the side of

  his belt and held them in one hand. “Anna Jameson, I am

  placing you under arrest for…”

  “Ben please, wait… Ok, ok.” she backed away and held the

  door open for him to enter.

  Relief washed over him, he had nothing to charge her with

  and was doing his best to bluff a response from her. It

  had worked.

  “What is this about Marla? What has she got to do with

  anything?” asked Anna, closing the door behind him. She

  then walked back to the lounge, grabbed for the remote

  control and switched off the television before sitting

  down.

  “Listen very hard, Anna. The lies stop now! This is not a

  game and I am not playing… Do you understand me?”

  “What’s going on, Ben? You’re scaring me.”

  “Marla is dead and I know she was pregnant. Why didn’t

  you tell me she was a client of yours?”

  “No, no, no…” Anna rocked back and forth on the lounge

  with her arms wrapped around herself. “What is going on

  here? Why are my clients being picked off one by one?”

  “You tell me, they’re your clients!” he said, seating himself

  in a recliner opposite her. “There’s something you’re not

  telling me, and I need to know what it is. More women will

  die if you don’t start talking Anna.”

  “I can’t… I don’t know any…”

  “Damn it woman! Do you even care what is happening to

  these girls?”

  “Of course I care. But there’s nothing I can do about it, I’m

  not killing them.”

  “Did you bother to take another look at your case files?”

  “Yes I took another look at them,” she spat back at him.

  “And…”

  “And I didn’t find anything helpful about Tessa or Kylie-

  Anne.”

  “What about Marla? What was her deal?”

  “She was going to terminate and that’s all I know Ben,

  truly it is. She was just out of an unsuccessful

  relationship, the father of her baby didn’t know she was

  expecting and that’s as much as she told me about that.”

  Ben stared deep into her eyes, his gaze unabating. “What

  does that mean? About that? Did she talk about

  something else, is it something to do with Dr. Sugars

  and the wellness clinic?”

  Anna looked away, biting down hard on her lip.

  “For God sake Anna, tell me what you know.”

  She pulled her knees up tightly to her chest and cradled

  them with her arms. “When she was leaving, Marla,

  happened to mention the murders and how the police

  had been to the clinic a few times asking questions… She

  said it was making her nervous. When I asked her why,

  she wouldn’t answer me.”

  “Then what?” Ben pushed her for more details.

  “I told her that I knew one of the detectives working on the

  case and that if she wanted to tell them anything that he

  would be the best one to speak to.”

  “Did she say anything more?”

  “She asked for the name of the policeman and I gave her

  yours,” she said, gesturing towards him with her hand.

  “She said that she had met you briefly and that she felt

  that she couldn’t talk to you.”

  “Why would she think that?”

  “I don’t know, she wouldn’t elaborate. But I gave her your

  mobile number anyway and told her to think about it.”

  “Think hard Anna, when did you give her my number?”

  “I saw her late yesterday afternoon.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me this last night? If you knew she

  wanted to talk to someone, don’t you think you should

  have told me?” Ben’s anger was beginning to rise. “It’s

  things like that Anna, that make it hard for me to trust

  you or believe anything you say to me.”

  “You make me sound like I am a suspect Ben,” she cried.

  “You are a suspect!‛ He rose from his chair and paced the

  floor. ‚Don’t you get it? Women are dying and you’re lying

  to me.”

  “I didn’t lie to you… I just didn’t tell you.”

  “Don’t sugar coat it, omission is just deceit in disguise.

  You don’t give me a hell of a lot of reason to trust you

  anymore.” He stopped pacing and glared at her. “Marla

  tried phoning me last night and I missed her call.”

  “Oh Jesus,” whispered Anna.

  “Now she’s dead, murdered, and I could have prevented it

  if I had known earlier that she wanted to talk.”

  “You don’t know that for certain Ben…”

  “No? And neither do you.‛ he bent over and leaned in close

  to her face, staring deep into her eyes. ‚I guess now we’ll

  never know will we?”

  Anna pushed him back and leapt from the lounge, tears

  welling in her eyes. “Don’t you dare do that to me Ben,

  that’s not fair and you know it.”

 
“Not fair? You withheld information from me that could

  have saved her life and you’re talking to me about being

  fair!”

  She slapped his face hard, then pulled her hand back and

  covered her mouth.

  “I should have known what to expect from you Anna,

  always looking out for yourself.” He walked to the door,

  his face stinging from her attack. “Rest assured that I

  know you are hiding something… And I am damn well

  going to find out what it is!” He flung the front door open

  so hard that it banged against the inside wall before

  bouncing off, and closing shut after him.

  Back in his Chevy, he pulled out his phone and dialed

  Jay’s number.

  “Benny, how are ya doing?” Jay’s cheery voice greeted

  him.

  “Well you certainly sound on top of the world. I guess your

  date went well,” Jay replied, happy for his partner.

  “Sure am and it sure did. Just dropped her home and I’m

  heading home myself.”

  “That’s great, Jay. I’m pleased for you.”

  “Thanks mate, but how are you holding up? We got a time

  for Marla’s autopsy yet?”

  “I’m ok, a little frustrated maybe. These murders are

  escalating, Marla’s the third victim in less than a month

  and there’s no sign of the killer slowing down.” He sighed

  heavily and adjusted his rear view mirror. “The autopsy is

  pencilled in for eight am, you want me to take this one?”

  “I’ll take it. I was there for Kylie-Anne’s autopsy. This one

  won’t be much different.”

  “Thanks, Jayy. I’m not much in the mood for more

  gruesome sights after today.”

  “Hey, No problem.” Jay chirped back.

  “You sound awfully chipper, what’s up?” Ben asked.

  “I have some big news for ya, are ya sit-ting down?”

  Ben fell silent.

  “You still there, Ben?”

  “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry about that, what’s your news?”

  “I’m gonna be a Daddy! Danni’s pregnant.”

  “Really? Oh wow, that is big news. Congratulations are in

  order then.”

  “They sure are. Not the best time to be finding out

  though, with this particular case and all, but I’m excited

  just the same. You at home?”

  “No, I’m sitting out the front at Anna’s. Turns out Marla

  saw her yesterday and said she wanted to talk to

  someone about the investigation. Anna didn’t feel it was

  important enough to inform me of that little piece of

  information when I questioned her last night!”

  “Christ, Ben. There is something not right with her. I know

  she’s your ex and all but…”

  “But what?”

  “Look, don’t hate me when I tell ya ok? You know I’d have

  done the same with any other unco-operative suspect or

  possible witness that was playing difficult with us.”

  “Hell, Jayy, what have you done?” Ben’s tone was low and

  steady.

  “I had a background search done on her,” he blurted out.

  Ben fell back against his seat and said nothing. “Why

  would you do that? Go behind my back with it?”

  “I didn’t mean for it to happen that way… I just thought

  that if I did one without you knowing I could see that she

  had nothing to hide and then I could save you all the

  heartache of dredging up her past. I was trying to rule her

  out without you getting hurt Ben, I’m sorry.”

  He spoke icily, “So now you have ruled her out then?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, I only got the call

  tonight to say it’s complete. I was gonna check it out in

  the morning.”

  “You do that Jay.”

  “Ben, please… Don’t be like this, this is our job, not some

  personal vendetta.”

  “Isn’t it? You never liked Anna.”

  “That’s true, I admit it. But I am grasping at straws here,

  we both are. We need every little piece of information we

  can get on just about everyone tied in with these killings,

  that includes Anna!”

  Ben switched the phone to his other ear and let out a

  deep breath. “You’re right Jayy, I’m sorry. I know you

  wouldn’t use police resources just because you have an

  axe to grind with her. It’s just this case, it’s really getting

  to me, y’know?”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “You’ll be sure to let me know if there’s anything relevant

  to the case in her file then?”

  “Of course, Ben and I’ll be sure to let you know if there

  isn’t. I’m sorry about going behind your back, it won’t

  happen again.”

  “I understand why you did, I probably would have done

  the same.” He rubbed his throbbing temples and then

  continued. “Anyhow, I can feel a brain-bleeder coming on,

  I’m gonna shove off home and get some rest… See you

  tomorrow?”

  “Sure, I’ll be in touch after the autopsy. Night.”

  Ben switched his phone off and threw it on the passenger

  side seat. He turned the key in the ignition, looked out

  into the darkness before him and switched on the

  headlights.

  “Bloody hell!” His heart jumped into his mouth and his

  pulse raced. “Anna, you scared the shit out of me.”

  Anna stood on the street in front of his Chevy, her hands

  pressed flat on the bonnet. “There is something I found

  today that may be important.”

  Ben cut the engine and got out of the car, he walked over

  to Anna and looked into her eyes, searching them for any

  hint of untruth. He found nothing, she seemed genuine.

  “Come on,” he said taking her by the arm, “Let’s go back

  inside.”

  Anna poured them both a strong cup of coffee and placed

  hers on the dining room table, she stepped into her office

  and emerged with a thin manila folder in her hand. She

  passed it to Ben and began to speak.

  “I don’t know if this is anything or not, so don’t go off half

  cocked, interrogating Rose.”

  “Ok. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Ben was now much

  calmer and ready to listen.

  “Rose referred a young homeless girl to me a while ago,

  she was about six weeks pregnant and wanted a

  termination. She turned up for her initial consult and told

  me she was going to proceed with the abortion because

  she was too young and couldn’t even support herself let

  alone a baby.”

  “How old was she?” Ben asked.

  “She said seventeen, but I’m more inclined to believe she

  was only about fifteen. At least that’s all she looked to be.”

  “Go on.”

  “She was scheduled in for her procedure the day after I

  saw her and was due to come back to me for her follow up

  consultation the next week. When she didn’t show I

  became concerned and phoned the clinic to enquire

  about her.”

  “What happened?”

  “Marla nearly bit my head off, that’s what happened! She

 
ranted and raved at me that I had no right to be checking

  up on them and that if the girl didn’t return, it was no

  longer my concern. She then told me to mind my own

  business and just worry about the girls that do show up.”

  “So she offered no explanation? Did she say whether the

  girl had even undergone the termination?”

  “She told me nothing. I have no idea what happened to

  her. But a few days later Rose phoned me and acted all

  concerned about the girl and said that she hadn’t arrived

  for her procedure. She then went on to ask if I had seen

  her again. I told her I hadn’t and then she instructed me

  to allow the girl back in if she returned to my office and

  she would pay the fee.”

  “If she was a client of the clinic that would be normal

  practice though wouldn’t it?”

  “Normally yes, but usually the clinic will only spring for a

  second consult after the termination had been carried

  out. I’ve dealt with Rose for nearly a year now and that

  little act of charity seemed very out of character or her.”

  Anna lifted her coffee cup to her lips and took a sip. “I only

  mention it because you said that anything trivial to me

  could be a break for you. You don’t think this girl could

  have been murdered too, do you?”

  Ben held up the folder, “May I keep this?”

  “Sure, I made that copy for you. There’s nothing about our

  discussion in there, just her name and the name of the

  homeless shelter she usually stays at.”

  He flipped the jacket open and glanced at the crumbs of

  information Anna had thrown to him. “Sarah Robertson?”

  “Yes, that’s her. She’s about five foot, four inches, light

  brown, shoulder length hair, green eyes and has one of

  her front teeth missing.”

  Ben looked up at her, his eyebrow raised.

  “A fight over a blanket apparently,” Anna responded.

  “Showsdale Youth Hostel is where she was last staying, I

  don’t know if she’s still there though.”

  He hadn’t touched the coffee Anna had made him, his

  head was pounding way too much already to ingest

  another additive. Closing the folder, Ben pushed his chair

  back and got up.

  “Thank you, I’ll see what pans out.‛ His demeanour was

  still quite cool towards her and he had no intention of

  playing into her game of "I’ll tell you what you want to

  know if you be nice to me again.”

  She had played that game with him once to often and he

  didn’t like the rules. He rolled the folder into a cylinder,

  stuffed it in the inside of his jacket and walked to the

  door.

  “Ben.” she cried after him.

  He turned and faced her again. “Yeah, I know… You’re

  sorry.”

  He pulled the door open and left without another word.

 
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