Rocky didn’t attempt to go with them, probably because Jericho ordered him to stay put. No doubt so he could question the ranch hand and begin this investigation. Well, unless...
Cord stopped that thought. He didn’t want to go there yet.
Because the real Moonlight Strangler hadn’t done this.
“Make sure the horses are okay,” Karina called out to Rocky.
Rocky assured her that he would.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as the CSIs get here and I take Rocky to the station,” Jericho said to Cord. “Anything Karina says to you will need to go in the report.”
That last part wasn’t exactly a request, but Cord had already known it would need to happen. Whether he wanted this or not, he was officially involved. Partly because Karina had insisted on calling him. Also in part because anything that had to do with the Moonlight Strangler automatically had to do with Cord.
“You’ll need to drop the charges against Willie Lee,” Karina insisted.
Cord had been stunned with the news of this attack on Karina, but he was a lawman above all else. And a born skeptic. Being abandoned at a gas station when he was just a toddler could do that. Hard to grow up trusting people when most people he met weren’t trustworthy.
Karina just might fall into that category.
And that was just one of the many, many reasons he wouldn’t even consider trying to get those charges dropped against Willie Lee.
“Did you set all of this up to make Willie Lee look innocent?” Cord came right out and asked her.
She didn’t exactly look outraged by the question. Just disgusted. “You think I had this done to myself?” Her breath shattered, and the tears came while her gaze skirted across the two cuts she could see.
There was another one, on her cheek, that she couldn’t see.
The bald paramedic scowled at Cord, probably because he thought Cord was being too hard on her. If he was, he’d apologize later. For now, he needed to get to the truth, and the fastest way to do that was by not pulling any punches.
“Did you set this all up?” Cord persisted.
The glare she gave him could have frozen a pot of boiling water. “No.”
Cord didn’t want to believe her—it would be easier if he didn’t. Easier because it would mean there wasn’t a killer out there. But even if she hadn’t done this to herself and there was another killer, it didn’t mean Willie Lee was innocent.
One of the paramedics got in the driver’s seat. The other got into the back with Cord and Karina, and they finally started the drive to the hospital.
“This attack could have been done by a copycat,” Cord suggested to her. “Maybe someone who wanted to get back at you?”
If this had been a regular interrogation, this was the point where Cord would have asked Karina if she had any enemies. But he already knew the answer.
She did.
And Cord was one of them.
It was hard not to be enemies with a woman who was defending and praising a serial killer. But that’s exactly what Karina had done.
“You don’t know Willie Lee,” she said. “And if you did, you’d know he wasn’t capable of murder.”
It was the same argument he’d heard from her too many times to count. She considered herself a good judge of Willie Lee’s character because the man had worked on her family’s ranch in Comal County for the past fifteen years. A ranch she still owned now that her folks had passed, but she’d rented this place near Appaloosa Pass so she could be near Willie Lee while he recovered.
If he recovered, that is.
After all, the man had been in a coma for over a month.
“Willie Lee’s DNA was found at the scene of a woman he murdered,” he reminded her, though it was something she already knew. That DNA match had been confirmed shortly after he was caught. Since it was a verbal jab, Cord waited for her to get her usual jab back.
“It could have been planted, and you know it.”
Yes, he did. But there was the other match. “My own DNA is a familial match to Willie Lee’s. No one planted that. I had three labs repeat the test.” And each time Cord had hoped the results would be different. “How do you explain that?”
She huffed. “Willie Lee might be your father, but that still doesn’t mean he’s a killer.”
Again, it was an argument they’d already hashed and rehashed. “Willie Lee also matches the height and weight descriptions that witnesses of the Moonlight Strangler have given over the years.”
Many witnesses. Cord didn’t bother to remind her of that, too. She knew. She also knew none of those witnesses had gotten a look at his face.
But that didn’t explain who’d done this to her.
“Serial killers often develop a following,” Cord said, going for a different angle. One that might put an end to this conversation sooner rather than later. “Groupies. Has anyone like that contacted you? Maybe someone calling themselves a fan who wanted you to get a photo or some other personal item of Willie Lee’s?”
Karina shook her head after each of the questions and then winced. The paramedic moved quickly to examine her, and that’s when Cord noticed that she had another cut that her hair was covering.
“He clubbed me on the head.” Karina’s voice was trembling again. No doubt from the fear and adrenaline. None of her injuries appeared to be serious, but the memories would be with her for a lifetime.
“Start from the beginning,” Cord insisted. Because that hit on the head was a game changer. She couldn’t have done that to herself. “Tell me everything that happened.”
Karina flinched again when the paramedic dabbed at the head wound. “I woke up when I heard the horses. I thought maybe they were just spooked because it was a new place. I’d just moved them out here this week.”
Yes, he’d known about that. Karina was setting up a temporary operation here for training her cutting horses. Ironically, the name for that kind of trainer was a cutter. A sick joke now considering her injuries.
“I went outside to check on the horses,” Karina continued after she’d gathered her breath. “When I stepped into the barn, he hit me over the head. I didn’t even see him. Didn’t know he was there until it was too late.”
Cord jumped right on that. “But you could tell for sure that it was a man?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
Damn. He hoped that meant the guy hadn’t sexually assaulted her in some way. But if this piece of dirt had done that, it would definitely break from the MO of the Moonlight Strangler, who’d never sexually assaulted any of his victims.
“What happened next?” he persisted when she didn’t continue.
Karina closed her eyes a moment. Shuddered. “I screamed as I was falling, and he cut my face.” She reached to put her fingers there, but the paramedic moved them away.
It was the slice on her cheekbone. And the signature of the Moonlight Strangler.
Or rather the signature of his copycat.
“Did your attacker say anything to you?” Cord asked.
She swallowed hard. “He laughed and said, ‘This will show them.’ It wasn’t in a regular voice. He was whispering as if his throat was raspy.”
Perhaps