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Two of the three parking slots marked for Peter Crane, DDS, were taken. One by a sleek, dark blue Jaguar sedan, and one by a white Toyota Celica.
“I couldn’t tell you if Miss Vickers parked back here or not,” Crane said. “Ava might know.”
“Are there any surveillance cameras back here?” Vince asked, sca
“I don’t know. I don’t have one.”
The door to the office opened and the all-knowing Ava leaned out.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But Miss Navarre called, Dr. Crane. There was some kind incident at school. She asked if you could please come pick Tommy up.”
“Incident?” Crane repeated. “What now?”
“She didn’t elaborate.”
Crane sighed. “I’m sorry, guys. I’ve got to go.”
“By all means,” Vince said. “Family first.”
Ava held the doctor’s car keys out to him, but looked to Vince and Mendez. “Our hygienist, Robin, will be in tomorrow. She did Miss Vickers’s cleaning.”
“Just for the record, Dr. Crane,” Mendez said. “Where were you last Thursday night?”
“Home with my family. Call me if you have any more questions,” Crane said, going to the Jag. “But I honestly don’t think I’ll be of much help. I’m sure I’m not the last person who saw Karly Vickers that day.”
“Why do you say that?” Vince asked.
“Because the last person to see her that day must have been the person who took her, and I know that wasn’t me.”
He opened the car door but stopped short of getting in. “Is there a search going on?”
“Not yet,” Mendez said.
Crane’s brow furrowed. “Shouldn’t there be? One woman is dead. One woman is missing. It would be terrible if she ended up dead too just because no one was looking for her.”
“We’re looking for her,” Mendez said. “You have my card if you think of anything.”
“He’s right, you know,” Vince said as Crane’s car disappeared down the alley. “Karly Vickers could be out there somewhere with the clock ticking down on her life right this minute-if she’s not already dead. She’s probably wondering if anyone is looking for her, if anyone has even noticed she’s missing.”
“Lisa Warwick went missing on a Friday,” Mendez said. “She was found dead eleven days later. Karly Vickers went missing last Thursday. Let’s hope our killer sticks to a schedule.”
Vince gave him a sober look. “I wouldn’t bet a life on it.”
31
Mendez stared down at the decayed human finger lying in the dirt near the end of the bench on the third-base line. Flies buzzed around it and crawled on it. The thing was so rotten, the skin had split and started coming off.
He glanced sideways at Vince, who had taken a seat on the bench. They had picked up the call as soon as they made it back to the car from Crane’s office. Go to Oak Knoll Elementary immediately. It seemed like an unlikely place for crime. And the crime didn’t seem like anything to call the cops over-one kid beat up another kid in gym class.
A severed human finger, Vince conceded, made all the difference. He shook a couple of pills out of a small white bottle and tossed them back.
“You all right?” Mendez asked.
“Headache,” he said. Like someone-had-put-an-axe-through-his-head headache.
“What do you make of this?”
“Your vic’s missing an index finger. There’s an index finger. We don’t need Sherlock Holmes for this one.”
Hicks bent over the finger too. He shooed the flies off it. They were back on it in two seconds. “Man, that’s gross. The Farman kid must have picked it up at the scene Tuesday night.”
“The girl told me he touched the body,” Mendez said. “She didn’t say he broke off a finger and stuck it in his pocket.”
“Bag the finger and let’s go talk to the boy,” Vince said, pushing himself to his feet. “I can’t wait to hear what he has to say for himself.”
They convened in the conference room. De
“He just kept swinging and fighting, spewing out the filthiest language I ever heard,” he said. “It was like he was possessed or something. I had all I could do to hang on to him.”
That in itself was frightening, A
“I think if I hadn’t been there to stop him, he would have killed Tommy Crane,” he whispered, glancing over at De
De
“That’s some serious rage issue,” Alvarez said. “The kid had blood in his eye, you know? Like a fighting dog.”
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“I don’t know what to say, Paco,” she said softly. “He’s got bigger problems than I’m equipped to deal with.”
The door opened and Principal Garnett came into the room with Detective Mendez and two other men-a redheaded man in his thirties with a badge clipped to his belt, and a tall man in his late forties with chiseled good looks, an air of command, and dark eyes that set their gaze squarely on her.
He broke away from the others and came toward her, holding out his hand.
“You must be Miss Navarre,” he said. His hand was big and warm, and swallowed hers whole. “I’m Detective Leone.”
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“Detective.”
“You’ve had quite a shock today,” he said, still holding her hand.
She didn’t object. He was a big man-on the lean side, but still there was a solidness about him that seemed reassuring. Like he was here to take care of everything-a quality that was very appealing to her at the moment.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m a little shaken up,” she admitted.
“Were you on the field when all this went down?”
“No,” she said, finally slipping her hand from his. “As it happened, I was in Mr. Garnett’s office, having a conversation with him about De
She angled herself so De
Detective Leone frowned darkly as he studied the picture. “He drew these today?”
“This morning,” she said. “He’s been agitated all day. He’s one of the children who found the body.”
“Deputy Farman’s son.”
“Yes. I suppose you know him.”
Leone hummed an acknowledgment, but his focus was entirely on the drawing.
“How old is this boy?”
“Eleven. He was held back in the third grade.”
“Has he said anything about where or how he got the finger?”
“No. He hasn’t spoken at all since Mr. Alvarez brought him in from gym class.”
“This is very disturbing,” he said softly. Finally he raised his eyes from the drawing to her face. “And it was a young lady he attacked initially this afternoon?”
“Yes. Wendy Morgan. Then Tommy Crane.”
“Has he demonstrated violence against girls before?”
“No more than the average fifth-grade boy,” she said. “At least not that I’ve been aware of. But he had quite an outburst with me this morning.”