14th Deadly Sin: (Women’s Murder Club 14) by James Patterson Read Free Book Online

said we’d be back in the house in a couple of hours.
    “We’ve got a stop to make first, Lieutenant. Personal matter.”
    After I hung up with Brady, I pulled the rubber band out of my hair, shook out my pony, and tried to shake off my sour mood at the same time. I pulled down the visor and slicked on some lip gloss, and even gave my eyelashes a thin coat of mascara.
    When my face was presentable, I said to my partner, “OK. Now you can step on it, Inspector.”
    “You want sirens, Sergeant?”
    “Whatever you have to do.”
    He snapped off a salute, which made me laugh, and not long after that, we parked outside the Ferry Building.

CHAPTER 18
     
    THE SAN FRANCISCO Ferry Building is not only the dock for ferries going to and from Alameda and Oakland, it’s a spectacular marketplace. The Great Nave is more than six hundred feet of arched arcade, with a clock tower, and the entire building is a lively hub of restaurants, shops, offices, and a vibrant farmers’ market.
    Conklin and I entered the building from the thirty-foot-wide bayside wharf, skirted the tables of people grabbing quick lunches, and entered Book Passage, an expansive bookstore with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the San Francisco Bay.
    My partner and I made our way between the displays of new fiction and the long shelves of other books and reached the back corner of the store, where nine or ten people had taken seats facing a speaker at a lectern.
    The speaker was our own girl reporter, Cindy Thomas.
    She looked adorable, as always, wearing a soft blue cashmere sweater dress and rhinestone combs in her curly blond hair. She was talking about her hot new book and skipped a beat when she saw us. Then she grinned and neatly recovered as we took seats.
    She said, “
Fish’s Girl
is the true story of two killers who were bound together by love and serial murder. If that makes you think of Bonnie and Clyde, this pair was nothing like them, but just as crazy.
Crazier
, actually. And
deadlier.
    “Randy Fish and MacKenzie Morales killed separately, almost as if they were inside each other’s minds.”
    Cindy held up the book so her audience could see the grainy cover photo of her subjects walking hand in hand, the only known picture of Fish and Morales together. And then she told her small audience that as a crime reporter for the
Chronicle
, she had begun covering Randy Fish after he’d been convicted of killing five women in and around San Francisco.
    “Fish had a preferred victim type,” Cindy said. “His victims were slim, dark-haired college girls, and MacKenzie Morales was exactly the kind of woman Fish liked to torture and kill.
    “But for some reason, Fish didn’t kill Morales.
    “In fact, he loved her and spoke her name with his last breath. And she loved him, too.”
    Cindy went on to say that after Fish’s death, she began to investigate MacKenzie Morales, who was the prime suspect in three murders, but that she had escaped police custody. While on the run, Morales was suspected in the murders of several women of the type Randy Fish had once targeted for torture and death.
    Cindy said, “I had met Morales once, and I had inside information as to her possible whereabouts. I thought if I could create a safe place for her to talk, I could appeal to her ego. I hoped she would tell me why Randy Fish had become her mentor, her lover, and the father of her son.
    “Sounds risky, right? Or maybe it sounds totally
nuts
for a reporter to chase a psychopathic killer in order to write a newspaper story.
    “But I was hooked, and I thought the Fish-Morales story could be the crime saga of a lifetime. While researching the book, I came to understand that you don’t always get the answers you’re looking for. But the answers you get often tell it all.
    “The whole story is in this book.”
    She’d done it—whipped up her audience, who clapped enthusiastically, asked questions, and then lined up at the table so Cindy could sign their books.
    I