The door opened and Luke came into the hall. There was no smile on his face. “We’re ready for you,” he said, then took her hand. “Let’s just get it over with.”
She hesitated before she walked into the room. All those people in there would know. So? After Gretchen’s press conference tomorrow the entire world will know.
But these people know about Darcy.
It didn’t matter anymore. There could be no more secrets, she thought as she entered the crowded room. Chase was there, and Talia and Chloe. And Ed Randall, who she’d met at Sheila Cunningham’s funeral. And to her surprise, Al Landers. He patted the empty chair beside him while Chase introduced the team members she hadn’t yet met-Pete, Nancy, Hank. Mary, the psychologist.
Uh-oh. They’d brought in the shrink. It had to be bad. “What’s happened?”
“A lot,” Chase said. “But a few of the things directly affect you, Susannah.”
“Chloe and I sent someone to question Michael Ellis,” Al said. “Darcy’s murderer.”
“You talked about doing that this morning. So what did Ellis say?”
“Nothing,” Chloe said, “which was odd. He’s serving twenty to life and was offered a deal that would take a few of those years off his sentence, but he wouldn’t say a word.”
“After six years, he’s still terrified,” Al said. “But, the man has a tattoo.”
“The swastika with the bent edges,” Susannah said.
Chloe nodded. “On his thigh. But that wasn’t the most interesting part.” She slid a photo across the table. “This is one of the photos from Darcy’s autopsy.”
Susannah’s stomach twisted in dread, knowing what she’d see before she looked at it. It was a close-up of a woman’s hip. “The brand,” she said. “She had one, too.”
“You mentioned the brand when you were giving your statement this morning, and I remembered it from the pretrial papers,” Al said. “I wanted to confirm before I told you.”
“Did this come out in the trial?” Chase asked.
“Ellis never went to trial,” Al said. “He took a plea. The police held the brand back in case other victims were found. They didn’t want any copycats using the brand.”
“So this was all an elaborate setup?” Susannah asked, incredulous. “Somebody killed Darcy just to get to me? Why? I’m not that important.”
“You are to somebody,” Chase said. “Important enough to stage this assault seven years to the day from the first one. Someone who knew you wouldn’t come forward.”
“This is unbelievable,” Susannah said, shaking her head. “Who would do this?”
“Hold that thought,” Chase said. “Ed?”
“We recovered a number of hair samples from the bunker,” Ed said. “We’ve been running DNA and found something we didn’t expect.” He slid two profiles in front of her.
She studied them both. “These two people are related,” she said. “Right?”
“Siblings,” Ed said. “One of those samples belongs to Daniel.”
Susannah was stunned. “Are you saying that Simon was there?”
“Philly PD faxed Simon’s profile,” Ed said. “This isn’t him. Actually, this is a she.”
“But I never went into the bunker,” Susannah insisted.
“The hair wasn’t yours,” Luke said quietly. “It was short and blond.”
She tugged her long, dark hair. “So we have a sibling that we don’t know about.”
“That’s the way it looks,” Ed said. “We wanted to know if you knew of one before we asked Daniel. This could be a shock to him.”
Susannah’s heart was racing. “I don’t know of one. It’s a shock to me.”
Luke cleared his throat. “Ed also ran mitochondrial DNA. No common maternity.”
“So my father had illegitimate offspring.” Susannah blew out a breath. “Why am I not surprised. I have a half-sister out there somewhere. Shit.”
“It could be a motive, Susannah,” Luke said. “For Darcy, for everything.”
Susannah closed her eyes. “So I have a half-sister who hates my guts enough to do all this? To taunt me with DRC license plates and shoot people who…” Her eyes flew open. “Oh my God. The woman in black at Sheila’s graveside.”
“One of Chase’s agents found her on the video,” Luke said.
“Just a glimpse,” Chase said. “Not enough to see her face through the black lace. She appears to be a woman, not a man.”
“Not Bobby or Rocky,” Susannah murmured.
“Are you all right?” Luke asked.
“Yes and no. I mean, I’m not sure if it helps to know I have had some sadist plotting my life like this. I mean, I thought Simon was bad.” She rubbed her forehead. “I have a half-sister,” she said, still stunned. “That my father had an affair isn’t all that shocking, but… I wonder if my mother knew.”
“Who would know if she did?” Al asked her.
“Angie Delacroix,” Susannah said instantly. “If my mother knew, she might have told Angie. They were friends. As much as my mother was friends with anyone.”
“The lady who owns the beauty shop,” Luke said. “Let’s go talk to her.”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight,” Luke said. “This woman was in that bunker. She was involved somehow with Granville and Mansfield. If she’s not directly involved in the disappearance of the girls, she has to have known they were there.”
“Maybe she was being tortured, too. Maybe she was a victim, too.”
“It’s possible,” Luke said. “Except that the woman in black likely killed Kate Davis.”
Chase hesitated. “We think the man who assaulted you is involved, may even be Rocky or Bobby. We want you to sit with a police artist. We have one waiting.”
“Of course,” she murmured.
Luke walked her to the door. “You were wonderful,” he said quietly. “The police artist is right there.” He pointed to a woman who sat quietly in a chair. “When you’re done, go to my office. I’ll be with you as soon as I can, then we can see the hairstylist.”
“All right.”
Luke closed the conference room door. “That went better than I anticipated.”
“She’s been through hell,” Al said, visibly upset. “I hate to leave her, but I have a major trial starting Monday morning. I have to fly back to New York today.”
“We’ll be with her,” Luke said. “Don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Al,” Chase said. “You’ve been a huge help. Have a safe flight back.”
“You’ll take care of that other thing we discussed?” Luke asked, and Al nodded.
“You bet. I’ll call you with the details.”
“What details?” Chase asked when Al was gone.
“Something for Susannah,” Luke said. “It’s personal.”
“I guess she’s entitled to something personal,” Chase said ruefully.
Luke sighed. “Now to deal with the rest of it. We’ve got three dead witnesses who might have led us to Granville’s partner. Nancy?”
“It was not a pretty sight. I found Chili Pepper at his girlfriend’s house. They were both dead, throats slit. Crime lab is still there, looking for leads.”
“Thanks, Nancy,” Chase said. “Hank, what about Helen Granville?”
“The ME found the ligature marks around Helen’s neck didn’t match the rope. She was strangled with something thinner, then strung up and made to look like suicide.”
Luke rubbed his forehead. “So the man hired by Granville’s partner to torch his house is dead. Granville’s wife, who might have known the partner, is dead. And the nurse who might have seen Granville’s partner is dead. This just sucks.”
“Granville’s partner is tying up loose ends,” Chase said. “Granville’s wife is dead. Davis’s wife could be next. Pete, have you found the Davis woman and her kids?”
“No, but I did find this. I got the video from three of the gas stations where Mrs. Davis made those phone calls to Kate Davis’s cell phone. Garth’s wife doesn’t show up, but this guy does.” He tapped the photo of a burly man with a grizzled beard standing next to an eighteen-wheeler.