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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tuesday, November 19, 4:15 p.m.
As Bennett crossed the park’s parking lot toward Macy, the officer’s mirrored sunglasses tossed back Macy’s reflection. Macy figured she and Bennett were about the same age, but in so many respects their lives were worlds apart. When Macy had been juggling high school graduation and college, Bennett was already a mother. Macy had lived at a dozen addresses in the last decade, while the deputy still lived in the house she grew up in.
“Do you find it odd that Ms. Roberson didn’t lock her car?” Macy asked.
“Not everyone around here locks their front doors or cars. I know it must be different in the big city.”
“Do you lock your front door on your house?” Macy asked.
“Damn straight.” The deputy slid her long hand into a latex glove. “I can’t sleep with an unlocked door, Mayberry or not.”
“Working in law enforcement does challenge your faith in your fellow man.”
Bennett pulled on the second glove. “I have a son and a mother to protect. I trust no one when it comes to them.” The deputy eyed Macy with a long stare and then lifted her shades. “Let’s have a look inside the car.”
As Macy gloved up, Sullivan arrived, and Bennett instructed him to monitor the perimeter.
Macy opened the front door of the car and studied the interior. The bucket seats were made of black faux leather with cracks on the driver’s seat. The steering wheel was worn in spots, and two of the radio buttons were missing. The glove box was crammed full of extra fast-food napkins, a tire gauge, and a worn owner’s manual still in its original plastic sleeve. Coins filled the drink holder, and on the floorboard of the car was a plastic grocery bag containing a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of white bread. The receipt inside the bag read LUCKY’S, 11/16/19, 9:07 P.M.
“Lucky’s?” Macy asked.
“It’s a convenience store close to the highway near your motel room.”
“Hopefully, they have surveillance tape.”
“I’ll call now and tell them to hold whatever they have.”
While Bennett made her call, Macy patted her hand under the passenger seat but found nothing. A search under the driver’s seat revealed Debbie’s purse, as had been reported. It was tucked out of sight.
It was never smart to leave a purse in a locked vehicle, let alone in an unsecured one. Women did it all the time thinking thieves never looked under seats or beneath coats or blankets on the seat. Most didn’t realize there was always someone watching parking places. As soon as the driver walked away, thieves gained entrance using a rock or hammer and snatched the valuables so carefully tucked away.
The worn purse was outfitted with a half dozen zippered pockets. The largest compartment held Debbie’s wallet, which contained no cash but all her credit cards.
The bag had been chosen for functionality and not fashion. It was stuffed with a dozen mundane items, including a ring of keys, tampons, rumpled receipts, gum wrappers, condoms, and a small bag of pot.
Macy wasn’t going to prejudge the woman on its contents. A twenty-one-year-old virgin who hadn’t tried weed was as rare as a unicorn.
There was no sign of Debbie’s cell phone. The phone’s absence explained why Bennett hadn’t been able to track the woman to this location. Someone had either shut the phone off entirely and removed the battery or destroyed the device.
Macy returned to the vehicle, searching for anything unusual. The windows were intact, and there were no pry marks on the doors. She also found no blood or hair fibers on the seat, steering wheel, or door handles.
Bennett tucked her phone back in a pouch on her belt. “I spoke to the store manager. He’s holding the tapes for us.”
Thinking out loud, Macy said, “Ms. Roberson finishes a three-day shift, and then she stops for groceries, knowing there’re no groceries at home.”
“She buys only the essentials,” Bennett said. “Payday isn’t for five more days.”
“And she puts it on the card.”
“And then she comes face to face with someone who knocks her out and dumps her in the trunk of her car,” Bennett said. “He drives here, and transfers her to another vehicle.”
“Then why is her purse under the seat?” Macy asked.
“That doesn’t strike me as something an assailant would do, but women do it all the time.”
“Could she have been meeting someone here? She then crosses paths with a bad guy?”
“Or she knew her attacker.” Macy glanced around at the tall trees and mountains. Nevada would be up there for a while. “Let’s go to Lucky’s and follow up on the video.”
“I’ll have Sullivan remain on site and keep the area secure.”
“Perfect.”
“We’re lucky,” Bennett said. “The manager only keeps the footage for three days and then erases it. He’s never had a robbery, and the last time anyone needed to see a recording was when the Pollard boy got drunk after a football game and knocked over a display.”
“Good. We don’t want to waste time, then.” Macy’s phone rang. She glanced at the display and recognized her sister’s number. Stifling a groan, she stepped away from the car and pulled off her gloves before clearing her voice. “Faith.”
Faith McIntyre was her twin sister, a fact she still had trouble wrapping her brain around. She’d always known she was adopted and thought maybe biological siblings might come into her life, but a twin? Really?
“Where are you?” Faith asked. “The reception isn’t good.”
“I’m at the entrance to a national park in the Shenandoah Valley.”
Faith dropped her tone a notch. “I know you want your life back, but are you rushing things?”
Hearing her own doubts echoed back annoyed her. “I’m handling it. You only know the broken and battered me. The real me loves this kind of work.”
“You sound tired. How are you feeling?”
Bennett, as if sensing this was a personal call, walked back to her cruiser. “Other than the need for some coffee, I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you,” Faith said. “The doctor told you not to rush things.”
Since Macy’s accident, Faith had been there for her. She’d been at the hospital after Macy’s emergency surgery and had spoken to the doctors who couldn’t say if she would live or die. Her newfound twin had been there when Macy had woken up confused and frightened. She had stuck around during rehab and cried with Macy at the funeral of the young teen mother who had died giving birth to them.
Faith was never too motherly. It was Macy who chafed at being accountable. From her latchkey kid days to her work at the bureau, Macy had always been on her own. This new hovering thing just didn’t fit her well. “I’m not rushing anything. For the first time in months, I feel like myself.”
A long silence, and then, “I’m calling you again tomorrow.”
Macy tipped her head back and pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding herself that Faith wanted to help. She truly cared. “Sure. Call away. But you’ll be wasting your time. I’m fine.”
“It’s my time to waste.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks for checking.”
“Anytime.”
Macy pocketed the phone, shifted her weight to her right side, and walked toward Bennett. “Let’s have a look at the security footage.”
“Stay on my tail. I don’t want to lose you,” Bennett said.
Hearing the challenge, she fired back, “I might not walk fast, but I drive just fine.”
In her vehicle, Macy relaxed back into the seat and waited for the discomfort to ease. The docs said the leg just needed time. Unfortunately, that was one thing she didn’t have.
She turned on the ignition and followed the deputy’s brown-and-white vehicle out of the park toward town, where the small convenience store was located.
She fished three ibuprofen from her backpack, chewing them up for quicker action. With no water to wash down the bitterness, she kept driving. Ten minutes later she felt decent as she pulled into the convenience store parking lot behind the cruiser. She followed Bennett through the door and toward the clerk.
The store was a good size and featured a diner and a small grocery. The clerk behind the counter was a thin man in his early thirties with a thick crop of dark hair that was cut short on the sides but long along the middle. The company’s blue smock draped over a white short-sleeved T-shirt. Multicolored tattoos stretched from his wrist past his elbow. A small diamond earring winked in his right ear. His name tag read Bobby.
The clerk smiled when he saw Bennett. “Deputy. I got that footage for you. You’re going to be interested to see it.”
Bobby sized up Macy, branding her an outsider. “You can see it in the back office if that will help.”
“Thanks, Bobby. And this is Special Agent Macy Crow. She’s with the FBI.”
“FBI? I saw you on the television today during that announcement you made. Get any good tips on the hotline yet?”
“Not yet, but it’s early,” Macy said.
“So what are we looking for?” Bobby asked.
“I’m looking for Debbie Roberson,” Macy said. “She’s still missing.”
“You think this killer has her?” Bobby asked.
