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He held up a lock-picking device.
Barbara raised an eyebrow. “Wonder where she got that? Not what you’d expect from a disciple of God.”
She walked across the corridor to the cells. Tucker rose and followed her.
“Hello, Grace,” Barbara said.
The girl half raised her head but remained silent.
“I understand you’ve refused a lawyer.”
Silence.
“And you don’t want to speak to us unless Reverend Grey is present?”
No reply.
Barbara nodded. “Okay. Well, you’re not a minor, so I’m afraid we can’t let Reverend Grey sit in the interview with you—”
Grace suddenly looked up. “I am a minor. I’m sixteen, not eighteen.”
“Sorry?”
“I’m sixteen, not eighteen.”
Barbara exchanged glances with Tucker. “You can prove that?”
The girl turned away. “I’m guessing you’ll find out soon enough.”
Barbara motioned to Tucker to return to the other room.
“You said you took her prints. Did you put them in the system?”
He glanced at the desktop then back at her. “I’m not so hot on the tech stuff.”
“I’ll do it.” Barbara sat at the desk and scanned in the fingerprints that Tucker had taken. Some departments had new-fangled digital scanners, but somehow the DFVA seemed to be last on the list for new tech. She hit submit. Now they just had to wait.
“How long do you think it will take?” Tucker asked.
Barbara shrugged. “Depends on the queue. Could be two hours or two days. I’ve still not had the latents back from Dalton’s or the set from Nathan Bell’s house, but that could just be because there are no matches.”
“You think she’s in the system?”
“I don’t know. Colleen said she had taken the girl under her wing. I’m wondering how they met.”
The front door buzzed.
“Guess we’re about to find out,” Tucker said.
Barbara pressed the intercom. “Police department.”
“It’s Reverend Grey.”
Barbara glanced at Tucker then pressed enter.
The door opened and Colleen strode in. She didn’t look quite as composed as she had earlier. The striking white hair was coming loose from its clasps and her face looked tense. Barbara was struck by how the woman could be anywhere from thirty to sixty.
“Thanks for coming, Reverend.”
