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Jake started the car, pulled from the driveway, and glanced at A
“We’ll have to tread lightly,” A
Jake pulled out the map, consulted it, then handed it to A
A few minutes later, Jake pulled onto Mill Street, a narrow two-lane road of crumbling asphalt. A sidewalk ran along the right side, mature trees overhanging the roadway.
“There it is,” A
Jake slowed and squinted at the numbers displayed beside the front door. He glanced to his left. A car sat directly across the road from the house, a lone figure visible in the driver seat. Jake pulled to the shoulder and turned off the engine.
A
She crossed the road, went around the car, and tapped on the window. She leaned down and talked to the driver. Jake got out of the Firebird when A
“It’s Officer Spiegle,” she said. “Another officer’s in the house in case Adam returns. There’re cops all over the city looking for him.”
“They have a better chance of finding him than we do,” Jake said.
“We’ll do our best,” A
A
The door scraped open and a woman appeared, giving an impatient sigh. “Yes?”
“Virginia Thorburn?” A
“Yes.”
A
Jake wasn’t sure how true that was, but he would go along with A
“How can you help him?” the woman asked with a frown, dropping one hand to her hip.
“Perhaps we could come in and talk?” A
Mrs. Thorburn hesitated, then sighed again and moved back, waving them in. “You might as well join the circus. Everybody else is.”
A
“Might as well sit down,” she said.
The Lincolns pulled back chairs and sat facing the woman.
She took a long drag of her lipstick-stained cigarette and blew the smoke at the ceiling. “I don’t know how you can help Adam, but I’m willing to listen.”
“Mrs. Thorburn,” A
The woman cocked her head. “Who’d you say hired you?”
A
Jake interrupted, glancing at A
A
“Help how? I don’t know if he did it or not, and neither does he.”
Jake frowned. “How can he not know?”
She butted her smoke out and took the last sip of her coffee. “Because Adam is schizophrenic. He doesn’t always remember what he does.”
Jake glanced at A
“He has blackout periods sometimes,” Mrs. Thorburn said, dropping her eyes. “I’m afraid he’s guilty.” She paused a moment, then looked up and added quickly, earnestly, her voice shaking, “But he didn’t do it on purpose. Never. Never.”
A
She shook her head. “I have no idea.”
“Does he go away often?”
“No. But after last night …” Her voice trailed off and she took an uneasy breath. “If he remembers what he did, he might not come back.”
“Could he be at a friend’s house?” Jake asked.
She shook her head slowly. “He has no friends.”
A
“Not in this part of the country. Maybe out East. I don’t know. My husband never mentioned any family.”
“Where’s your husband?” A
Mrs. Thorburn’s mascara ran as a few tears escaped her downcast eyes. “Died. Almost a year ago. Left me with this place and Adam.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mrs. Thorburn plucked a tissue from a box on the table and dabbed at the tears, smearing her makeup. She took a shaky breath and looked away. “He wasn’t much good anyway.”
Jake studied the distraught woman. She looked like she’d lived a rough life. She’d lost her husband and would soon lose her son. And with no family to turn to, things could only get worse.
Mrs. Thorburn looked back and forth between Jake and A
A
The woman pulled her hand back and dropped it into her lap, clasping her hands together. “I might never see him again. He’s actually quite timid, and he would be afraid to go to prison.”
Jake leaned forward. “Then we have to find him as soon as possible.”
Mrs. Thorburn lit another cigarette and took a couple of long drags. It seemed to calm her and she leaned in. “It might be best to leave him be. Let him make up his own mind what to do.” She dabbed at her eyes. “I’m sure he’ll do the right thing. I only want him to be safe.”
“So do we, Mrs. Thorburn,” A
Chapter 14
Tuesday, 3:44 p.m.
HANK RECEIVED a call from lead crime scene investigator Rod Jameson. The final report on the murder of Nina White was ready and waiting on Hank’s desk.
He had been interviewing neighbors of the Thorburns at the time of the call—necessary and tedious work that had to be done. Often it turned up a lead, but today he’d received little information about Adam Thorburn. Few in the neighborhood knew him all that well. He was described as a quiet boy, and seemed to be a loner.
In addition to issuing the BOLO on Thorburn, Hank had officers canvassing the entire neighborhood. Houses in all directions were being visited in the hopes someone either had seen Adam Thorburn or could supply information as to his whereabouts. To this point, no one could furnish a lead, and many didn’t know the boy or the Thorburns.
It didn’t look promising.
He returned to the precinct, went to his desk and sat, pulling in his chair. He picked up the forensics report and browsed the paperwork. After thoroughly examining the evidence and accompanying photographs, Hank saw no surprises in the conclusions drawn by the investigators. Their work served to confirm Hank’s assumptions about what had gone on in the parking lot late last evening.
The impounded vehicle had been inspected, and the report concluded the tire track found at the scene of the murder was from the same car. Furthermore, the lab ascertained the blood found between the treads of the tire was of the same group as Nina White’s blood.
The paint from the vehicle was also compared to chips found on Nina White’s car, and along with photos, they concluded the damage was caused by the vehicle in question. A search of Nina’s car had turned up nothing of further interest.