Ed blew out a breath. “You know how to shake things up, Vartanian.”
“I sure don’t mean to,” Daniel murmured. “What else do we have?”
Hatton rubbed his beard absently. “That nun from the shelter. Sister Anne.”
Daniel’s stomach turned over. “Please don’t tell me she’s dead.”
“She’s not dead,” Hatton said. “But she’s close. The uniforms who went to check on her last night didn’t find her at the shelter and she didn’t answer her door at home. They didn’t get the message that this woman’s life might be in danger, only that you were looking for her. They didn’t go in her apartment last night.”
“And this morning?” Daniel asked grimly.
“When I called I impressed on them the importance of this matter.” Hatton’s voice was still calm, but his eyes were not. “They busted open the door and found her. She’d been beaten badly. Looks like somebody came through her window. She was taken to County about an hour ago. They told me she’s unconscious, but that’s all I know.”
“Does Alex know?” Daniel asked.
“Not yet. I thought you might want to tell her.”
Daniel nodded, dreading it. “I’ll tell her. What about the hairdresser, Desmond?”
“He’s fine. He’d had no visits, phone calls, no problems.”
“At least I don’t have to give her two pieces of bad news.”
“So . . .” Chase drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “Our only witness to anything is one four-year-old girl who won’t talk.”
“Hope’s with McCrady and the forensic artist now,” Daniel said.
“She talked,” Hatton said. “One word anyway. She called me ‘Pa-paw.’ Apparently he has a beard like mine.”
Daniel frowned. “Then Bailey did find him.”
“Does McCrady know this?” Chase demanded.
“Yep.” Hatton looked at Daniel. “There’s also something about a magic wand.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Chase muttered.
“Chase,” Daniel said, exasperated. “What about a magic wand?” he asked Hatton.
“Miss Fallon said that the two times they’d said ‘magic wand’ Hope stopped what she was doing and looked afraid. Neither Miss Fallon knew what it meant. I think we should look for Bailey’s father. I can scour the streets if you want. I pulled Craig Crighton’s last driver’s license photo. It’s fifteen years old, but it’s all we’ve got.”
“He hasn’t got his license renewed in fifteen years?” Daniel asked.
“It expired two years after Alicia died,” Hatton told him. “You want me to track him?”
“Yeah. Thanks. What else?”
“What about our tree-climbing Woolf?” Koenig asked.
Daniel shook his head. “I’ve checked all the devices we have warrants for to see when he got the call about Gemma, but there have been no new calls. What I want to know is how he got the story on Rhett Porter.”
“The car salesman whose car ran off the road last night,” Chase said. “Connected?”
“This wreck happened down off of US-19, more than seventy miles from Dutton. Nobody saw Porter go off the road. It was reported by a motorist who passed by after the car was already incinerated and the fire was mostly burned out.”
“How did anybody know it was Porter?” Ed asked, looking at the picture on the front page of the
Dutton Review.
“I can’t imagine there would have been much body left.”
“They haven’t actually identified the body yet,” Daniel answered. “They’re hoping to use dental records. But Porter was a car salesman and he drove test models using his magnetic dealer plates. His plate flew off the car as it was rolling down the embankment and that’s how he was identified.”
“So how did Woolf know?” Chase asked, and Daniel shook his head in disgust.
“Don’t know yet. According to what Woolf told me this morning when I yanked his sorry ass out of that tree, Porter’s wife said he’d been upset the last week. And everybody knew the Lincoln that rolled was the model Porter drove. But as for how Woolf arrived on the scene just in time to snap this picture . . . Woolf refused to reveal his source and unless he communicated in a way we’re tracking, we got nothin’.”
“So other than the fact that Rhett Porter lived in Dutton, was upset, and the Woolf connection, what else is there to connect him to these three murders?” Chase asked.
“He went to school with Wade Crighton and Simon. Alex remembers him being Wade’s friend. And he was the oldest brother of the two boys that found Alicia’s body.”
Chase groaned. “Daniel.”
Daniel shrugged. “I’m just sayin’ the facts. Plus, don’t discount the fact that Jim Woolf was there at the crash site. I asked the field office down in Pike County to keep tabs on the investigation. I want every inch of that car examined. I’d also like a full-time tail on Jim Woolf. He hasn’t done anything I can arrest him for yet, but I know he will.”
Daniel drew a breath, not liking what he had to say next. “And once Leigh gets the yearbooks, we need to figure out who else went to school with Wade, Simon, and Porter. The rapists in Simon’s pictures could all be guys from Dutton.”
“Somebody’s nervous,” Hatton said in his quiet way. “They got sloppy when they tried to run Miss Fallon down. It looks like they may have done a better job with Porter.”
“Looks like.” Daniel turned to Ed. “Bailey’s house and the pizza parlor. Anything?”
“We didn’t find any more at Bailey’s, certainly nothing to point to where Hope was when she saw Bailey taken. We have matched Bailey’s blood type to the blood we found soaked into the ground. We took some hair we found in a brush in the bathroom. We’ll do a PCR, but I’m pretty sure it’s Bailey’s blood.”
“And the pizza parlor?”
“We took prints off the gunman and we’re running them through AFIS today. We’ll also want to get the officer who chased that car that tried to hit Alex yesterday,” Ed added. “See if he can make a positive ID on either the car or the shooter.”
“I can take that,” Koenig said.
Daniel noted all their next steps in his notebook. “Thanks. I’m going to interview the rape victims from thirteen years ago. I’ll want a female agent to go with me.”
“Take Talia Scott,” Chase said. “She’s good at that kind of interview.”
Daniel nodded. “Will do. Once Leigh gets the yearbooks from Bryson Academy, have her get me the list of every woman who went to school with Janet, Claudia, and Gemma. We need to figure out why the killer picked them to re-enact Alicia’s murder. Maybe one of the classmates can help us tie them to Alicia or the other victims.”
“We should warn them, too,” Ed said, “if they haven’t already taken precautions.”
“I’ll take care of warning them,” Chase said. “We’ll have to clear the communication through channels. We don’t want to start a panic and we don’t have the manpower to give all the potential victims police protection.”
Daniel stood up. “Then let’s go. We meet back here at six.”
Atlanta, Wednesday, January 31, 9:35 a.m.
“Alex, will you sit down?”
Alex stopped pacing to stare at Meredith’s reflection in the one-way glass. Meredith sat behind her calmly working on her laptop, while Alex was a bundle of nerves. On the other side of the glass Hope sat with child psychologist Mary McCrady and a forensic artist who seemed to have the patience of Job.
“How can you be so calm? They’re not getting
anything
.”
“I was a wreck yesterday. It was that music.” She shuddered. “Today, no music and I’ve had my run. I’m good.” She looked at Hope, who was refusing to meet either the psychologist’s eyes or the artist’s. “They just started, Alex. Give Hope some time.”
“We don’t
have
time.” Alex gripped her fingers, wringing them. “Bailey’s been gone seven days. Four women are dead. We don’t have time to wait.”
“And your pacing won’t change that.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “I know,” she gritted furiously. “Don’t you think I know?”
Meredith set her laptop aside and slung her arm around Alex’s shoulders. “Alex . . .”
Alex leaned her head against Meredith’s shoulder. “They found another victim,” she murmured, feeling . . . powerless. For a few moments, with Daniel on the sofa, she’d felt powerful, important. Now, reality intruded and she knew how helpless she really was.
“And if it had been Bailey, Daniel would have told you.”
“I know. But, Mer . . . three women and Sheila. And Reverend Beardsley. This is worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had.”
Meredith hugged Alex harder and together they watched Hope through the glass. When the door behind them opened, they spun around as Daniel closed the door behind him.
Alex’s pulse quickened and her heart lifted at the sight of him. But his mouth didn’t smile and she knew what he had to say would not be good. She braced herself for the worst, although she wasn’t even sure what could be worse.
“I don’t have much time,” he murmured. “But I need to talk to you.”
“You want me to leave?” Meredith asked, and Daniel shook his head.
“No need.” He squeezed Alex’s upper arms. “I don’t how to tell you this, so I’ll just tell you. Sister Anne is in the hospital. She was beaten during the night. It’s not good.”
Alex’s knees buckled and she lowered herself to a chair, suddenly sapped. “Oh, no.”
He crouched so that he looked up into her face. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said softly. He took her hands, warming them. “We sent a CSU team to check out her apartment.”
She swallowed. “And Desmond?”
“He’s okay.”
She sighed, relief and fear combined. “Sister Anne. My God.”
He squeezed her hands. “Alex, it’s not your fault.”
“I feel so helpless.”
“I know,” he whispered and she could see his eyes were haunted, too. He cleared his throat. “But I hear Hope called Hatton ‘Pa-paw.’ ”
Alex nodded, the violent screeching in her mind at any mention of Craig Crighton no longer taking her by surprise. “We think Bailey found her father. Maybe she gave him the letter Wade had written.”
“Hatton’s going to try to track him down today.”
Alex used what little energy she had left to push the screeching back. “I’ll go, too.”
Daniel rose, a forbidding frown on his face. “No. It’s too dangerous.”
“He won’t know what Craig looks like.”
“He’s got his driver’s license picture.”
“I need to go, Daniel.” She grabbed his arm, needing to make him understand. “Every time someone mentions his name, it starts in my head. He’s one of my triggers. I need to see him. I need to understand why.”
His eyes bored into hers and his face went stern. “I need you to be safe.”
“I need to make this
stop,
” she gritted through her teeth. “I need to find out why I’m so afraid of him. I need to know if he knows who took Bailey.” She pointed at the glass and her hand shook. “Hope hasn’t spoken in a week. I need to know what happened.”
He tugged at her chin so that she met his eyes. “Then or now, Alex?” he asked.
“Both. You said I could trust Hatton. If I’m with him I’ll be safe. Don’t make me stay.” She grabbed his arm harder. “Daniel,
please
. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
He held her gaze another long minute while a storm raged in his eyes. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “If Hatton’s okay with it, I won’t stop you. I have it on good authority that you’re old enough to make your own decisions.”
Her lips curved sadly and he kissed her mouth tenderly. “Thank you, Daniel.”
He pulled her to him, hard, then let her go. “I have to change my clothes. I’m going to try to find the women you remembered from the pictures. You call me,” he said fiercely, “every hour. If I don’t answer, leave me a voicemail. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“I should be with you when you talk to him,” he said.
She leaned up and pecked his stubbly cheek. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you. I promise.”
“Daniel.” Meredith leaned against the wall, watching them. “You said we could think about a safe house for Hope.”
Daniel nodded. “I can make that happen today.”
“For Hope and Meredith,” Alex countered.
Meredith’s look shouted disagreement, but she nodded. “Alex won’t be alone?”
“No,” Daniel said, his voice again fierce, as was his expression. “I’ll make sure of it.”
One side of Meredith’s mouth lifted. “Somehow, I’m sure you will,” she said dryly.
“That’s the first thing I’ve felt comfortable about in days.” He started to walk away, but Alex held him back.
“Daniel, the new victim. Who is she?”
“Gemma Martin. Did you know her?”
“No. I know the Martin name, of course, but I never would have babysat for them. The Martins had nannies and butlers. She was the same age as the other two?”
He nodded. “The other two lived in Atlanta, but Gemma lived here with her grandmother in Dutton. The school seems to be the only link between them so far.” He covered her mouth in one last hard kiss. “Don’t forget to call me.”
“Every hour,” Alex said dutifully. “I promise.” She thought about what he was about to do, the women he was about to talk to. “Good luck.”