Into The Rabbit Hole (Vandervilles Book 3) Page 7

  At that moment, Ben’s phone rang. It rang a few times before he answered it. When he did, he actually looked paler, if that was possible. In the time that she’d spent here she’d seen the shade of his skin recede into this. But the blood actually looked like it had drained from his body.

  She vaguely heard the person on the other end of the phone say, “Put me on speaker phone.” It was a cold, dark voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

  Ben did as instructed and pressed the button on his phone to activate the speaker phone.

  “Wow,” said the voice.

  She wondered who it could be. Regina stared at the phone waiting for the next words to follow.

  “Even I’m impressed that you’d confess to her. Benjamin Vanderville, the man of power. He thinks he’s God.” The person laughed.

  “Who is this?” Regina braved up herself to ask.

  “Dear Regina, I’ve been so many people that I actually don’t know who I am anymore. But for the purposes of this call and recent events, I’ve decided that it seems fitting to go with my birth name. Aaron.”

  Her eyes widened at the declaration and she fixed her gaze on Ben.

  Aaron. That was the name of the boy. Rachel’s son.

  Their psycho.

  She heard him sigh before he continued. “Strong biblical name. Aaron was the brother of Moses. I didn’t have a brother. There was just me. Me, my mom, and my dad. My dad got killed in the Gulf War. He was a Lieutenant. Good man, I wished that I could have been half the person he was. Maybe if I didn’t watch my mother being killed I could have turned out like him.”

  Ben just stood there with the phone in his hands, gripping onto it.

  “What do you want, Aaron?” Regina asked weakly, keeping her voice surprisingly calm.

  He laughed. “Is that supposed to be a trick question? Really? You think you have to actually ask me what I want? Okay, let’s do this. Let’s dance. Put simply, I want to destroy you. All of you. Not just you, Ben, but all of you.”

  “Why? My children and I didn’t do anything wrong,” Regina challenged. She didn’t know where her strength was coming from for her to speak; maybe it was fear that propelled her.

  “Family. You are family. This man took mine. My mother was everything to me. She was an angel. This man used her, and when he was finished with her he had her tossed into the sea, as if she was nothing. And when she threatened to expose him if he… Wait for it. Let me get it right.” Aaron cleared his throat. “She wanted him to resign. She felt that corruption in an office like theirs would never benefit anyone. But good old Benny here was plotting his next move. He wanted to be state’s attorney, then on to become governor. Then what? President? Yes, I suppose.”

  It was a cruel joke. All of it. The evil that Ben did had come back for him, and for her too. All the time she’d stayed with him because she thought it was safe, she was far from it.

  “I’m sorry,” Ben said. “Just take me; my family have nothing to do with what happened. Take me now and do whatever you want with me.”

  Aaron laughed again. “No. Sorry, Ben. You don’t get to decide. It’s too late for sorries, for a start, and I’ve decided that there are better ways to get to you. Your family will help massively with that. They’ve done a great job so far. So just to be clear, it won’t matter if you turn yourself in. Also, I just happen to have all that evidence you killed my mother to hide. Expect everyone to be well and truly informed by the end of next week. The plan is to release something daily. I can’t seem to decide what I’ll talk about first. A—how you rigged the votes so that Zachery Chambers could get elected as state’s attorney way back when you were in the D.A.’s office. Or, B—the evidence you disposed of that could have incriminated Porter Stevens for killing his wife and her lover.”

  Regina could only look at Ben in total shock. That Porter case went on for months. It was nearly as big as the O.J. Simpson trials. Porter walked free, acquitted down to lack of evidence to sentence him. She’d watched and kept herself posted on the events of the case the whole time, mainly because she thought the man was guilty, and all that time he sat in court he had a self-satisfying grin on his face that told her he knew he would walk free. Now she knew why. Ben disposed of key evidence that would have committed him to life imprisonment, possibly death.

  “I can see your soon-to-be-ex-wife is well and truly shocked,” Aaron continued with a smile in his voice.

  “How can you see?” Ben asked.

  “Don’t you worry about that. Anyway, I got to dash. I can see that you’re both stunned so I’ll pick tomorrow’s damage and let you deal with that delivery you’re about to get.”

  Regina looked towards the door leading back into the house and saw Selena walking gingerly towards them with a medium-sized box.

  “What’s in the box?” Regina said. She was just talking more than asking a question.

  The shaking started again.

  “What’s in the box, Aaron?” Ben asked, his voice taking on an edge of fear.

  “It’s a surprise. Talk later.”

  The phone went silent, just cutting out. Regina looked from the phone to Selena as she placed the box on the table.

  “The doorbell rang and I found this outside,” Selena told them. Regina met Selena’s embarrassed eyes. The last time Regina saw her she’d caught her in bed with Ben.

  That seemed so trivial now.

  Ben walked over to the box and opened it. As soon as he did he yelped and jumped back.

  Regina couldn’t take it, she had to see. She walked over to the table and looked.

  However, she regretted the decision instantly.

  Inside was a head. A head severed from the person’s body. Before the air whooshed out of her lungs and she fainted, Regina realized that she recognized the person’s face.

  It was Jackson Donovan.

  Chapter 6

  Chloe

  “Hi, we’re with the police department, doing further investigation of the crime scene next door,” Wes said confidently to Merissa’s neighbor on the right side of her house.

  Chloe was standing next to him. She glanced at him quickly and felt proud of the way he handled himself. So far they’d already been able to fool the left-hand side neighbor. Well, not they, Wes. Chloe didn’t say anything. She wasn’t as good at this as him. Apart from being a terrible actress, she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to do any of this.

  Regina had told her about the head in the box and all but demanded that she move back into the beach house with Taylor and Kelly until Wade was released. Whenever that was.

  She didn’t want to leave Wade’s house but the thought of an actual head in a box had terrified her, but what was more terrifying was the fact that Regina spoke to their psycho friend, who now had a name. Aaron.

  She couldn’t attach the name to the person. In her mind they were still the psycho. Regina had come to the house last night looking terrible and so freaked out she started crying at intervals. The visit was to pick Chloe up, not warn her of what had happened. The only words she’d spoken were, “Pack a bag and come with me.”

  Chloe knew if Regina found out what she and Wes were doing today she’d go mad. Right now, Chloe wasn’t sure if she could keep up the charade, but she saw this as a necessity. She had to do something; sitting around and waiting was like torture.

  Chloe observed the neighbor, a petite woman who looked to be in her late seventies. She had a neat ballerina bun placed at the back of her head.

  “Such a terrible thing to happen,” she replied, shaking her head with sadness.

  “Yes. Did you know the victim?” Wes asked.

  Chloe was so surprised at how well he was pulling this off.

  “Oh yes. I’ve been in this house for ten years, and she was here longer.”

  “I know my colleagues probably already asked you a ton of questions, but we’re just going over everything to make sure we didn’t miss anything. Would you mind if we just go over a few things with you? It w
ill help us a great deal,” Wes continued. That was the same thing he had told the other neighbor, and just like them, this lady instantly seemed willing to help.

  “Of course, that’s no problem at all. Fire away.”

  “Thanks so much.” Wes offered a soft smile. “Can you just go over what you saw and heard on the night of the murder?”

  “Sure, I didn’t see or hear an awful lot. I was just coming back from a music concert. I heard arguing and raised voices, but I don’t know what was said. I went inside and minutes later I heard glass being broken. When I didn’t hear anything else I thought that the argument was over.” She grimaced and pressed onto her thin, pink lips.

  “Did you hear any noises outside?” Chloe asked.

  The woman shook her head. “That’s it, I’m afraid. Literally all. I was also tired from being out most of the day. After the glass broke, the last thing I heard was the sound of police sirens about half an hour later. I presumed one of the other neighbors must have called.”

  That was what the other neighbor had said. Chloe guessed their psycho friend must have called. Only he could have done it.

  “When I looked outside and saw the cops leading away that young man, I never dreamed that it was because he killed Merissa.”

  Chloe had to hold her tongue, hold it right back. She nearly lost her temper with the other neighbor when they called Wade a murdering bastard.

  Wes cut her a quick glance to check that she was okay. She was, she wasn’t going to lose her cool again. It wasn’t worth it. Losing her cool wouldn’t help them in any way whatsoever.

  “Thank you. We appreciate your help,” she told the woman.

  With that, they left, walking back down to the opposite side of the road where they previously were. From here they could see Merissa’s house in its entirety and the other two houses.

  Merissa’s house was one of those newer builds with a modern design, but it still kept the old-style porch and steps leading to the garden most of the other houses on the street featured. Her house had the door sealed off with the classic yellow crime scene police tape she’d always seen in films, and there was more tape going around the front lawn and garden. People had laid flowers just outside the tape on the lawn and across the driveway.

  The whole setting was morbid, and Chloe was trying not to think about it and what happened here too much. She tried not to think too much about Merissa, because when she did, she could see her face in her mind.

  She could recall the pain in her eyes that night, the night she died, when she told her about Wade and their baby. It was difficult to think that just weeks ago she was alive and now she wasn’t. It was sad, so very sad.

  Wes said he would have loved to take a look inside, but Chloe was okay not to. She didn’t think she could bear it. Outside felt tense enough as it was. Being inside, in the place where Merissa was murdered, was… Well, Chloe didn’t think she could go in. Though, if it would help Wade, she’d do it. She’d do it in a heartbeat.

  They’d been here for over an hour, now, and have come up with nothing. And it didn’t look like they were anywhere further than they were when they first arrived. All she felt was the morbid atmosphere that lingered about the place. It didn’t feel good at all, and she wanted to be far away from here.

  Wes took out his notebook and jotted something down. Chloe didn’t know what he could be writing. She folded her arms under her chest as she looked Wes over.

  She’d arranged for them to see Wade in two hours and was really hoping they’d have something more than the nothing they’d found. Although she couldn’t wait to see him, she wondered what state he’d be in today, and she knew he wouldn’t be too thrilled to see Wes.

  It didn’t matter, though. She’d always been taught to never turn away help, and even though they didn’t find anything, Chloe felt it was good that Wes took a look around.

  He frowned at something, she wasn’t sure what.

  “Wes, I don’t know what you’re doing.” Chloe winced.

  He looked over at her. “Assessing.” He said that like it was obvious. As if it was the most normal thing in the world.

  “It would help if you talked. I’m just standing here and I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she complained. It was frustration getting to her. “We’ve got nothing.”

  He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’m thinking, woman. Sometimes it’s best to think then talk, but you wouldn’t know that since you talk then think.” He narrowed his eyes at her. She knew he was referring to her reaction earlier with the neighbor.

  “I’m sorry. Please put yourself in my place. It was awful for me to hear someone talk negatively about Wade.”

  “I know, but you have to chill out. You can’t react or rush this.”

  She wanted Wade out of prison like yesterday. It was hard not to think about rushing, but Wes was right.

  “Okay, at least talk to me and do something like bounce ideas off me. I don’t have the investigative, technical mind you have. And I’m freaking out.” That was an understatement. She was so agitated she felt like screaming.

  “Okay. Look at the setting of this place.” He motioned to the three houses. Chloe followed his gaze and looked. “It’s perfect for getting up to no good and not getting caught. Apart from the window smashing, the neighbors wouldn’t have seen or heard anything unless, like our lady just now, they were outside.”

  She agreed that was conclusive; both neighbors’ testimonies were the same.

  “So what do we do?”

  “I wanted to hear what they had to say for myself just to make sure nothing was missed. And look, the houses are about five meters apart on either side.”

  That was all very observant, but she didn’t know how that would help them. “Wes, how is that relevant for us?”

  He grimaced at her and frowned. “Woman, please. I’m setting the scene here so you can understand where I’m going with this. Look over there and there.” He pointed to both neighbors’ houses, motioning specifically to the high hedges that separated the houses. Next to the hedges were alleyways. “Our killer could have hid there and come through the windows, or a back or side door to the house. And look.” Wes now pointed to Merissa’s house, at the way her hedge curved in on itself and took a section of the front lawn. It actually enclosed the window on the left side of the house and seemed to be designed that way, even though she imagined it would block out most of the light coming inside. Chloe walked a little distance from Wes, trying to see what was inside the enclosure. She went right up to the police tapes and looked in. There was a little bench with an empty fish pond. It reminded her of something similar her parents had at their house in France. Wes joined her.

  “This bit here is perfect for our killer. No one would see him go into the house. My guess is he came through here and went around the back,” Wes explained. “There’s a camera there.” Wes pointed up to the front of the house. “And one there.” He motioned to the lamp post with a black box attached to it. That camera would have been able to pick up what was going on at the front of the house.

  “We really need footage of what happened after Wade went into the house.” Chloe bit the inside of her lip.

  Wes nodded, and he didn’t look as positive as he previously did. “We need that. Without it we can’t do much. Unless there are fingerprints or something else. I’ll see if I can speak to the detective.”

  Detective Fray. Chloe hadn’t met him yet, but she was sure they could speak to him.

  “Hey, at least we can point the police in a new direction they might not have thought of. That’s a good thing.” He was trying. She could see that he was trying for her.

  “Thank you.” She released a sigh, trying to keep positive. Perhaps when they spoke to Wade something more could be added to their little investigation. She went to say more but had the distinct feeling like…

  She turned behind her and saw nothing. Chloe felt like they were being watched.

  On the other side of the road was
a park area that led into the woods. It was beautiful to look at with its lush green trees and grass but the eerie feeling she got when she surveyed the area prickled her skin.

  “What’s wrong, Chloe?” Wes asked, turning.

  “I feel like someone’s watching us.” She kept her voice low.

  “Yeah, they probably are. I got that feeling when we first got here.” Concern washed over his face.

  She looked at him as he took hold of her hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

  “I’m scared,” she breathed. It was that feeling, and hearing his agreement made her feel worse. Her breath caught in her throat and she found it difficult to breathe.

  The morbid atmosphere, and now this feeling.

  “Come on, let’s go. Let’s go see Wade.” Wes nodded.

  She couldn’t have been happier to leave.

  Wade

  It was bad enough that Chloe was here. But Wes…

  Wade sat down in the little metal chair, rested his hands on the counter and looked at the two of them. Chloe and Wesley, sitting side by side behind the glass. Wes with his arm practically around her, sitting too close for comfort.

  Wade had already been in a fight today. Some wise guy thought it was okay to talk about Taylor. The idiot had the audacity to try to guess what she looked like naked. Wade had knocked his teeth down his throat.

  When Wade was finished with him, all the guy had left was his back teeth, a broken nose, and a very bloody face. The guy’s lackeys tried to fight Wade, but to no avail.

  And here was this picture before him. Chloe and Wesley sitting together like the perfect couple. The one that was worse than a nightmare.

  Chloe looked nervous as she reached for the phone. Wade geared himself up to hear what she had to say, and he swore that if it was telling him she was now with Wes, Wade would smash the glass, jump over and kill Wesley right there. Before he could take his next breath, Wade would end him.

  Wade reached for the phone.

  “Hi,” she said and offered a gentle smile. She reached out and touched the glass near his face and stroked the surface, like she would if she could touch his face. It distracted him momentarily, but his awareness and annoyance returned when Wesley straightened up in his chair.