The line went dead and she erased the message. The next was Evan. “Annie, give me a call when you get in.”
One hang-up, and another message from Evan.
She dialed his number and counted the rings. On the fourth, right before the answering machine picked up, he answered.
“How was your meeting?” he asked.
“Long. How was the press conference?”
“Pretty much what we expected. Did you have time to look over the letter from the killer to Fox News?”
“I don’t have a copy.”
“I faxed it to you.”
“Oh.” She crossed the room and took several sheets from her machine’s in-tray. “There are a couple of faxes here… wait… yes, it’s here. Want me to look at it now?”
“If you have a minute. But hurry up, I have news I’m itching to share.”
“The fax can wait, then. Did you hear something from Chicago?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “This cop-he’s a detective now, Don Manley-has been looking into the case for months. He said he has several files he thinks I should take a look at.”
“Are you going to meet with him?”
“I’m flying out first thing tomorrow morning. He said he didn’t want to discuss it on the phone, but if I came out there, he’d tell me everything he knows.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
“I am so antsy to talk to this guy, Annie. It sounded as if he’s got some really hot information.”
“Sheridan’s okay with you going out of town for a day or so in the middle of the investigation?”
“Sheridan’s attention right now is on Jackie Weller’s case.”
“How’s that going?”
“They’ve interviewed everyone at the country club and the pool company; no luck there. Apparently, there was some mix-up in scheduling with the owner of the landscaping company, but I understand they’re on for first thing tomorrow morning to talk to his crews.”
“I’m starting to feel they’ve pushed the limits on this, Evan. This guy’s gone what, over a week without another body turning up? He’s got to be due. He’s got to be jonesing for a kill right about now. If they don’t get him within the next twenty-four hours, they’re going to have another dead body on their hands.”
“Unfortunately, I think you might be right.”
“What information did they release to the press?”
“Only that they had traces of carpet fibers, years, makes, models of possible vehicles. Nothing about the grass clippings, though.”
“Good. That’s how they’ll nail him, you know.”
“You FBI types think you know it all, don’t you?”
She knew he was teasing but felt compelled to defend herself anyway.
“Hey, you study behavior, sometimes patterns emerge. Sometimes you read the patterns correctly, sometimes you don’t. It’s part science, part art. Neither is exact. You just do your best to read the signs and hope you’re interpreting them correctly.”
“Annie, I was joking.”
“I know.” She sighed. “I guess I’m just giving you the speech I wanted to give Sheridan the other day.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I guess because ultimately, he’s your boss.”
“Don’t ever let that stop you. I’m a big boy.”
“Okay, then, how about I felt it would have been unprofessional and borderline rude to correct him in front of the others.”
“That’s much more acceptable.”
“I have news, too.” She curled up in the chair and pulled her legs up under her. “Will found Melissa Lowery.”
“He really is good, isn’t he?” Without waiting for an answer, he asked, “Where is she?”
“Montana, living under the name Mariana Gray. I’m going to fly there on Thursday morning. I’m praying she’ll talk to me, and that she remembers what she put in that report. If I’m really lucky, maybe she’ll have kept a copy.” Annie bit her bottom lip. “That’s assuming she’ll talk to me.”
“Why wouldn’t she?”
“I don’t know. She’s gone to such lengths to conceal herself out there, even changed her name. That’s pretty extreme.”
“Maybe she just got stressed out with the whole routine, you know? It wouldn’t be the first time someone opted out of law enforcement and just tried to start their life over. And you know, she could have gotten married, which would account for the name change.”
“That would explain the last-name change, but not the first.”
“You think she’s hiding from something?”
“Or someone. Yes, it’s possible. She might just slam the door in my face once I tell her who I am.”
“Assuming that she does speak with you, do you think there’s anything in that report that will tell you something you don’t already know?”
“Probably not,” she admitted, “but it bothers me, that her report disappeared, then she disappeared. Then the other agent whose report is missing, Lou Raymond, is killed in a freak car accident. It’s making me uneasy, the more I think about it. It just seems… weirdly coincidental.”
“And anyone who knows you, knows you don’t believe in coincidences.”
“Have you ever met an FBI agent who did?”
“Now that you mention it, I guess I haven’t.”
He was silent for a moment, and she could almost see him, one elbow leaning on the desk in his office, the other resting on the arm of the chair. He’d have his shoes off and his shirt unbuttoned to the third button and his shirttails out. The familiarity of the image brought a smile to her face.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked.
“Right now, I’m going to bed and praying to God the phone doesn’t ring so that I can get one good night’s sleep this week. Then, at the crack of dawn, I’m going to go into the office and copy the file on my girls, make an extra set of photos and lab reports to take to Chicago. I want to give Detective Manley a copy of everything I have on this guy. I’m hoping between the two of us…”
“You’re hoping to find what you need.”
“Exactly. I want to find whatever it is we need to catch this bastard. Bastards, I should say. There are obviously several at work here.”
“In the long run, that should make it easier to solve. The more of them there are, the more likely it is that one of them will screw up eventually.”
“One could only hope.” He yawned. “Sorry, babe.”
“No apologies necessary. Get some sleep, Evan. I’ll be turning in, too, in a few minutes.”