My Soul to Keep (5 page)

Joshua sighed.
“Besides, I just thought that, since everyone calls you Prince Charming, you’d like to put it to the test.”

“
Who calls me that?” Ruben demanded.

Joshua shrugged.
“Everyone. Or Mr. Straight Laced, or Dudley Do-Right. Or Wet Blanket. But mainly from the ladies, Prince Charming.”

Nicole knew how embarrassed Ruben must feel
, so she stepped between them. “If there’s nothing on the autopsy, Joshua, why did you summon us here?”

“
Stomach contents,” the assistant answered. At least he didn’t say it was just to see her. “She had coffee, caramel, soy milk and sprinkles in her stomach, barely digested before she died.”

“
So she was at a coffee shop?” Ruben said. “Not exactly an earth-shattering lead.”

“
Ah, but she also had a splash of nutmeg,” Joshua said pointing to his nose. “I’ve got a gift for spices. And there is only one shop in the area that uses nutmeg, ‘Piping Hot.’”

“
Oh,” Ruben said, sounding a little contrite. “Thanks.”

Joshua didn
’t seem to have any skin off his nose about it. As a matter of fact, he downright beamed with pride. “You are very welcome.”

* * *

Ruben walked into the interrogation room still in a bad mood from the morgue. Thinking that people were talking behind his back was one thing, but calling him Prince Charming? That was a bridge too far. And Nicole hadn’t seemed any too surprised. There had been no outcry of “No, Ruben, no one has ever said that about you.” So, clearly, they had.

And this wasn
’t just Kent. Being ridiculed by the profile—that, Ruben was used to. To think that he was being mocked by other officers galled him. What were they, in kindergarten? Nice guys didn’t necessarily finish last, but by God they were absolutely humiliated for it.

Did anyone discuss
that he had a conviction rate of nearly 94%? Did they chuckle about the fact that because he took such care with the rules and regulations, his arrests held up in court? No, of course not. All they could do was grovel at Kent’s feet. Who needed a conviction rate when you just killed the suspect while they “resisted arrest?”

No one wanted to talk about how Kent was just a serial killer with a b
adge and a “self-defense” shield.

His being called out of town for months was Ruben
’s Christmas present. Who knew that Santa took wishes so seriously?

But now this case. One in Kent
’s wheelhouse. Ruben could feel Nicole missing Kent as if it were a physical entity. You could see her playing the “What Would Kent Do?” tape in her head.

How did they solv
e crimes before the sloppy savant came along?

“
I’m Detective Usher,” Nicole informed Deacon. The kid looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Clean-shaven in a nice shirt and khakis, he certainly didn’t seem the killer. “And this is Detective Torres.”

“
What is this about?” the young man asked, his fingers entwined in one another, fidgeting. “I’ve never been in a police station before.”

Ruben wasn
’t surprised. The kid seemed stand-up.

Nicole sat down across from Deacon. Ruben took up position behind the kid to add just that little bit of pressure.

“Did you know Megan Ash?”

“
Yes, of course,” Deacon answered, obviously not quite catching the past tense that Nicole used. “We’re dating.”

“
For how long?” Nicole asked.

“
About six months. Why? Is something wrong? I’ve been texting her this morning after she missed a midterm and she hasn’t answered.”

“
I’m sorry to say that Megan was found dead this morning.”

All the color drained out of the kid
’s face. His lip trembled as tears sprang to his eyes. “No. That can’t be. I just saw her last night.”

“
Yes, tell us about that,” Nicole said.

Deacon shrugged.
“We went to the library as usual. We were planning on putting in a late one to cram for the midterm, but she was feeling tired, so we drove her home.”

“
We?” Ruben asked.

“
Yeah, the study group. Nikki is the only one with a car, so she drives us all home.”

“
She was found in a home several blocks away,” Nicole said. “Any idea how that happened, if you dropped her off at her house?”

“
Oh, but we didn’t drop her at her home. We dropped her five blocks from her house. Like we always do.”

“
You mean you let your girlfriend walk home in the dark by herself?” Ruben challenged.

“
Trust me, I didn’t want to, but she insisted. She didn’t want her parents to find out about us. She wanted it to look like she rode the bus home.”

Damn it, but everything coming out of the kid
’s mouth was ringing true. He seemed truly surprised and bereaved. Guilty people seldom seemed nervous. They were usually the calmest. This kid was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, his eyes darting about.

“
She even texted me that she made it home safe,” Deacon said pulling his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to Nicole.

“
Yes, she clearly thought she was home,” Nicole said.

“
How…” Deacon sniffled. “How did she die?”

“
We aren’t sure yet,” Nicole said. “Do you have any ideas?”

The young man shook his head.
“I just know she was having a lot of headaches and had been tired for a while.”

“
Maybe she was pregnant?” Ruben offered trying to keep the kid off balance.

Deacon shook his head.
“Impossible. She was a virgin.”

Nicole
’s eyebrow went up. “But I thought you said you’d been dating for over six months?”

“
We both wanted to wait,” Deacon said. “Not even any under-the-shirt stuff.”

Ruben was pretty sure he could read Nicole
’s mind right about now. In this day and age? A virgin? Ruben showed her his phone and started texting. They would confirm or deny Deacon’s assertion with a quick text to Joshua.

Within moments
, the answer flashed on Ruben’s phone. He read it aloud. “Nope, her cherry wasn’t popped.”

* * *

So Megan really was a virgin. But that made no sense, given her diary.

“
Deacon, are you sure Megan wasn’t sexually active in any other way than intercourse?”

“
No way, no how,” the young man stated. “She was adamant.”

Doth Megan protest too much? She hated to do this to the kid, he obviously had a rosy picture of his girlfriend, but Nicole had Megan
’s murderer to bring to justice.

“
Would it surprise you then to know that Megan gave a fairly detailed account of someone molesting her for years?”

Deacon
’s eyes dilated and he blinked several times. “Who? Who would do that to her?”

“
She describes him only as ‘D.’”

“
It isn’t me, I swear,” he said, his voice cracking. “I loved her. I respected her. If she’d told me, I would have done something about it!”

Nicole put her hand onto his arm.
“I am sure you would have.”

“
Why didn’t she tell me? Why?” Joshua asked.

More than likely
, she didn’t want to tarnish his impression of her.

“
Abuse victims feel a lot of shame,” Nicole said. “They are afraid everyone will blame them for their abuse.”

“
No,” Deacon said. “I would have believed her,” he asserted, before he crumpled into sobs.

There were a lot of tears being shed over Megan
’s death, but no clues so far.

“
Do you have any ideas who this ‘D’ might be?” Nicole asked.

Deacon shook his head.

“What about ‘W’?”

“
We don’t even know anyone whose name starts with a ‘W,’ sorry.”

“
You’re sure?”

“
I wish I could help,” Deacon said. “The only ‘D’ we know is Professor Danzai, but he is chill.”

Nicole flashed her eyes over to Ruben who was already
googling the teacher. A teacher would be a perfect candidate for a person of power the victim would be reluctant to tell on.

Her phone went off on her hip. She pulled it out to find a text from Joshua.
“Hit me up, babe.” Nicole was about to answer it when another text came through. “And we really have something this time.”

She looked over her shoulder at the two way mirror. She knew that he
r captain was behind there. He opened the door.

“
Deacon’s study mates confirmed his alibi,” Captain Glick said. “Son, you are free to go.”

“
I’m going to have unis pick up our professor,” Ruben said.

“
While they are tracking him down, we need to head to the morgue,” Nicole said. Ruben’s look asked the question for him. “No, seriously, supposedly they have something.”

Besides
, it was kind of nice going to the morgue with an invitation rather than sneaking in like she had to with Kent.

* * *

Joshua spiked his hair, again. That rumpled bedhead didn’t just happen on its own. It took skills, man, and product, lots and lots of product. Detective Usher was a high class lady. Having just messy hair wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all.

“
Give it up,” McGregor grunted as he sat down in his leather office chair.

“
You give it up,” Joshua countered back. Perhaps not the most original, but he was tired of the old man being up in his grill. Nicole was hot for a psycho profiler. Falling for an adorable, slightly off-beat coroner’s assistant wasn’t that inconceivable.

The detectives rushed in through the swinging doors, creating a loud
“whoosh.” The air made Nicole’s hair fly around her face like she was a super model and Joshua was her photographer. As a matter of fact, he whipped out his phone and snapped a picture.

“
What was that for?” Nicole asked.

“
Nothin’,” Joshua answered.

“
And what exactly was so exciting we had to drive all the way over here?”

“
Well, I thought you would want to see this,” Joshua said as he picked up the sheet that covered Megan.

Both detectives took a step back.

“Why didn’t you tell us about this on our first visit?” Ruben asked.

McGregor stood up with a groan,
clearly trying to avoid putting weight on his bum knee. “Didn’t think much of it. A college co-ed with a heart shaved in her pubic hair didn’t seem out of line until we checked and found out she was a virgin.”

“
Her hymen was completely intact?” Nicole asked.

Joshua nodded so hard he felt like a b
obble head. “Yep. 100%. Probably more than Mother Teresa’s was.”

Nicole f
rowned. Okay, so the nun joke might have gone too far.

“
The abuser must have forced her to do that. But unless we find a shaver with the initial of the killer, I’m not sure how this helps,” the Buzz Kill detective said.

“
Perhaps, but we found some trace material under her nails,” Joshua said.

“
Such as?” Nicole said, clearly her interest piqued.

“
Not sure yet. It’s proteinaceous, but no DNA, sorry,” Joshua said.

“
The basic tox screen came back—you know, weed, cocaine, heroin. It is negative,” McGregor said. “However, there’re also some abnormalities of her blood cells, but that’ll take some time to sort out.”

“
Thank you,” Nicole said to the ME, but Joshua was sure she meant him as well.

“
We’re going back to the station, but keep us informed,” Nicole said.

Joshua winked and gave her a thumbs u
p. “You know it.”

With a strange look
, Nicole turned from the room and exited in as large a rush as she had entered. Joshua snapped another picture. This side was nearly as appealing as the other.

Ruben sat across from his captain. Nicole was seated to Ruben’s right. Just the two of them. No crazy-ass third wheel taunting them. Ruben kind of liked it. It felt like old times.

Glick read through their preliminary report.

“Calling this a bit thin would be a kindness,” Glick stated.

Nicole shrugged.
“The professor checked out. He was leading a study group at the time of the death.”