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“No, I’m sorry. I can’t help you with that.”
Hiding her disappointment, Molly smiled at her. “No worries, ma’am. What about her address? Which house was hers?”
“I don’t recall the house number, but Angel and his mother lived in the house directly across from ours. Standing in our front yard, Nadia lived in the house on the right.”
Antoine could work with that, Molly thought. “Thank you. You’ve been a big help. How long will it take you to get packed?”
“Thirty minutes or so. Why?”
“If you’d like, we can wait and follow you to the highway. Just to make sure you get out of the city all right.”
Nancy went still. “It’s that dangerous?”
Molly didn’t want another private pathologist or mortician on Gabe’s conscience—or her own. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then I accept. I watch a lot of crime shows. It’s always the stupid ones who refuse the help that end up gutted in an alley somewhere.”
Molly grimaced. “Heavens. What a thought.” And not terribly inaccurate.
Gabe rose when Nancy did. “Can I help you with anything, ma’am?”
“Unplug my appliances and turn off the water? And maybe carry my bag to the car?”
“Absolutely.” He looked down at Molly. “Anything you need me to do?”
“No. I’m going to message the office. Don’t go outside.”
“Mercy,” Nancy murmured as she disappeared into a bedroom.
Molly pulled out her phone and texted Burke. Victim was Nadia Hall. She added Nancy’s address. Nadia lived one house to the right of house directly across the street. Don’t have exact address.
??!!!, was Burke’s reply.
Yep. Rocky was here 4–5 mo ago. Talked to a neighbor.
WTF???
What the fuck, indeed. Can you have Antoine trace the victim? Any surviving family? CC/phone records? Although she’d be shocked if any credit card or phone records existed after all this time. She’d never worked a cold case like this before. But if the information existed, Antoine could find it.
Just sent him the name. He can def check property records for owner of Nadia’s house. Where are you going next?
Molly thought about that. Did you get Shoe? The talk about Nadia Hall’s dog made her remember. Gabe had, too. She’d seen the guilt on his face.
Shit. No.
No problem. We’ll do it.
Tell G that I’m sorry.
He’ll understand. Talk later.She closed her texts, then reconsidered. Clearly the woman who’d visited Burke that morning had been lying. Duh. But why?
She started another text to Burke. Why did lady visitor this am drop a SC address? Bait for me?
Maybe. Don’t go up there.
I won’t. But I can ask my old boss to check on the QT.
There was a long pause. Then, I trusted him. He fought for you back then. Yes. Ask him. Warn him. Maybe a trap.
