“That’s possible, except for this next piece.” Luke paused dramatically. “Mack got arrested for assault and grand theft auto in his senior year of high school. He was already eighteen, so he got tried as an adult and sent to prison. He served four of a twelve-year sentence, then was paroled. One month ago.”
“Whoa.” Daniel wanted to grin, but held it back. There were still too many gaps they had to fill. “It all fits, but we need to know why he killed Janet and the others, why he mimicked Alicia’s death, and like Chase said, how he even knew about all this.”
“Then let’s find him and bring him in for a few questions,” Chase said dangerously. “You got a photo, Luke?”
Luke slid one across the table. “That’s his mug.”
Daniel studied Mack O’Brien’s face. His hair was dark and greasy, his body thin and scrawny, and he had terrible pockmarks on his face from acute acne. “Doesn’t look much like Jared,” he commented. “Let’s get out an APB.”
“I’ll contact the parole board for a more recent photo,” Luke said. “For now, this is better than nothing.”
“What about the rest of Jared O’Brien’s family?” Chase asked.
“His mother died while Mack was in prison,” Luke said. “Jared left a wife and two little boys behind. They live out past Arcadia.”
“You got all this from the Internet?” Daniel asked.
“Dutton’s newspaper is online now, up to ten years ago.” Luke shrugged. “It’s one of the things Jim Woolf has done to modernize. Plus the birth and death records are filed at the county seat and Mack’s arrest record was on our books. He was sentenced here in Atlanta, by the way. Not in Dutton.”
“Who was the arresting officer?” Daniel asked.
“Guy by the name of Smits, out of Zone 2.”
“Thanks, I’ll talk to him.” Daniel looked at Chase. “We need to notify the Andersons ASAP, but I’d also like to talk to Jared’s widow.”
Chase nodded. “I’ll inform the Andersons. We already have both Davis and Mansfield under surveillance. If they try to bolt, we’ll grab ’em.”
“Chase.” Leigh ran into the room, Alex at her heels; both were pale. “Koenig just called. They found Crighton, but he pulled a gun and got Hatton in the shoulder.”
“How bad?” Chase demanded.
“Bad,” Leigh said. “They rushed him to Emory. He’s in critical condition. Koenig’s at the hospital now. Koenig was hit, too, but not as bad.”
Chase drew a breath. “Their wives?”
“Koenig’s called them. They’re both on their way.”
Chase nodded. “All right. I’ll contact the Andersons, then head over. Luke, I want everything we can get on Mack O’Brien, down to what breakfast cereal he ate as a kid. Get financials on the others-Mansfield, and both Garth and his uncle.”
“I’ll call you when I have something.” Luke left, laptop under his arm.
Chase turned to Daniel. “Crighton can wait. They’ll put him in the tank until we’re ready to deal with him.”
“You’re right. I’ll go see Jared’s wife.”
“Wait,” Leigh said. “Your FedExes just came. From Cincinnati and Philly.”
“The keys,” Daniel said. He ripped open the envelopes and slid the keys onto the table. It was easy to see which of the five keys Ciccotelli had sent from Philadelphia was the right one-it was almost identical to the one Alex’s ex had sent. Daniel held up both keys, one in each hand. “They’re not for the same lock, but the keys themselves look like they’re from the same manufacturer.”
“Safe-deposit box?” Chase asked, and Daniel nodded.
“I’m betting so.”
“Garth’s uncle’s bank?” Chase asked, and Daniel nodded again.
“I can’t go storming into Davis’s bank demanding access to boxes without a warrant, and even when I get one, it’s tipping our hand.”
“Call Chloe, get the warrants started,” Chase said. “Once we get more information, we’ll at least have a jump on the paperwork.”
“That’s a plan. Alex, you have to stay here. I’m sorry. I can’t be worried about your safety and do all of this.”
Her jaw tightened. “Okay. I understand.”
He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. “Do not leave this building. Do you promise?”
“I’m not stupid, Daniel.”
He scowled. “No evasions, Alex. Promise me.”
She sighed. “I promise.”
Arcadia, Georgia, Friday, February 2, 10:30 a.m.
Jared O’Brien’s wife lived in a house the size of a crackerbox. She answered the door wearing a waitress uniform and a weary expression. “Annette O’Brien?”
She nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”
She didn’t seem surprised to see him, only tired. “I’m Special Agent-”
“You’re Simon Vartanian’s brother,” she interrupted. “Come in.”
She crossed her tiny living room in a few steps, picking up a shirt, a pair of small shoes, a toy truck as she walked. “You have children,” he said.
“Two. Joey and Seth. Joey is seven. Seth turned five just before Christmas.”
That meant she would have been pregnant with her younger son when her husband disappeared. “You don’t seem surprised to see me, Mrs. O’Brien.”
“I’m not. In fact, I’ve been waiting for you to come for more than five years.” Her eyes shadowed with apprehension. “I’ll tell you what you want to know. But I have to get protection for my kids. They’re the only reason I haven’t said anything until now.”
“Protection from whom, Mrs. O’Brien?”
She met his gaze unflinchingly. “You know, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“Fair enough. So when did you find out what Jared and the others had done?”
“After he disappeared. I thought he’d run off with another woman. I was pregnant with Seth and getting too fat for… well, I thought he’d be back.”
Daniel felt anger at Jared and pity for Annette. If Alex were pregnant, she’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world to him. “But he didn’t come back.”
“No, and after a few weeks the bank account was empty and we were hungry.”
“What about Jared’s mother?”
She shook her head wearily. “She was out of the country with Mack. Rome, I think.”
“You had no money for food and his mother was in Rome? I don’t understand.”
“Jared never wanted his mother to know how badly he’d messed up his daddy’s mill. His mother was used to a certain standard of living and he made sure she had it. We did, too, on the surface. We lived in a big house, drove fancy cars. But we had no credit with the bank and no cash. Jared kept a tight hold on the finances. He gambled.”
“And drank.”
“Yes. When he didn’t come back, I started searching all the places he hid money.” She drew a deep breath. “And that’s when I found his journals. Jared had kept one religiously since he was a boy.”
Daniel had to fight to keep from punching at the air in glee. “Where are they?”
“I’ll get them for you.” She went to the fireplace and jostled an interior brick loose.
“Risky place to hide a journal,” Daniel commented.
“Jared hid them in the garage with the spare parts for his ’Vette. My sons and I moved here after we lost everything. Seth has bad allergies, so we never use the fireplace. It’s safe enough.” She’d been working at the brick as she spoke and finally pulled it free. Then she sat, pale, openmouthed and staring. “That’s… not possible.”
Daniel felt all his glee fizzle away. He walked to the fireplace and looked in the empty hole and suddenly pieces of the puzzle began to slide into place.
“Let’s sit down.” When they had, he leaned forward, keeping his expression calm because Annette appeared on the verge of hysteria. “Has Mack been here to visit?”