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“I feel like there’s something we’re missing,” I told Sampson and Mahoney after the bodies of the Kane children had been taken outside. Before they could respond, Lara Mendelson, the FBI crime scene supervisor, came down the stairs. She held a small plastic evidence bag.
“We found these light brown hairs in the nap of the carpet on the landing,” she said. “The Kanes all had black hair.”
Sampson said, “Could belong to a friend? Their maid? Mrs. Kane’s mother?”
“She has gray hair,” Mahoney said. He returned his attention to the crime scene tech. “Thanks, Lara, let’s get these out to Quantico for DNA analysis ASAP.”
Mendelson nodded and went outside.
“What’s the chance he’s finally made a mistake?” I said, watching her go.
“Been sterile up to now,” Sampson said. “But there’s bound to be something at some point that will go in our favor.”
Mahoney said, “Who knows? Maybe he had an itchy scalp and pulled back his hood to scratch it before he coldly executed a young family of four.”
“Stranger things have put people behind bars,” I said.
CHAPTER 68
Hunting Valley, Ohio
BREE RETURNED TO HERseat in Theresa May Alcott’s office when the light on the phone went out and the caller ID streaming on the screen ended.
Paladin. Is that someone’s name? Or is it that data-mining company Alex has working on the Family Man cases?
The door opened and Alcott rushed in. “I’m sorry, Chief Stone, but I am informed that I have much to attend to in the next couple of hours. Have I answered all your questions? Do you understand why I wanted to keep Olivia’s name out of it if I could?”
Bree wanted to ask a few more questions but she got to her feet and tried to be gracious. “Of course I understand. If there are other examples that can be used, why sully Olivia’s reputation unnecessarily?”
The billionaire beamed with gratitude. “Bless you and thank you, Chief Stone. Where did you park your car?”
“Uh, on the road behind your house.”
“On the lane beyond the back hedge?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, dear. I hope it’s there when you return. The local constable is quite zealous about towing away cars that are parked there.”
“I’ll be going, then.”
Alcott stood aside.
Bree smiled and walked back down the short hall and through the kitchen, where Marie was listening to music and rinsing dishes. Before exiting, she glanced over her shoulder, saw Alcott standing at her office window, and waved. The billionaire smiled impatiently and returned the gesture.
It had started to drizzle. Bree hurried down the hill and past the garden, noticing Arthur standing in the door to the greenhouse, watching her go. Crossing the lawn toward the hedge, she fought the urge to look back and study the windows of the house to see if Theresa May Alcott was still watching her. But then it began to rain in earnest, and she ran to the hedge and found a way through onto the road. To her relief, her rental car was still there on the opposite shoulder, undisturbed.
After getting inside, starting the car, and cranking up the heat, Bree got out her phone, checked the forty-two-minute-long recording, and found much of it audible thanks to the little microphone necklace. Then she checked the time of the next flight to DC. Three hours.
After confirming a seat, she got out a notebook and started scribbling down her impressions, details she wanted to remember about her visit to the Alcott estate, certain things thebillionaire had said to her, and questions she wanted answered. She would check it all against the recording later.
TMA is smooth,Bree wrote.Polished. Pleasant, but hard to read. How old is she?
Why did it feel a little creepy when I left? Like I was being watched?
Who is Arthur?
If the Paladin on her phone is the company Alex is dealing with, what is TMA’s connection? Seems so random. Is it important?
