Concealed in Death (In Death 38) - Page 145

Philadelphia answered before the first beep had completed. “Lieutenant, you found Nash.”

“No. I’m sending you a picture. I want you to tell me who this person is.”

“Oh. I was so sure that . . . Whose picture? Sorry, you don’t know, otherwise why would you ask.”

“It’s coming your way now.”

“Yes, I see. Give me a moment. There it is. Oh, it’s—” Then she shook her head, sighed. “My brothers are so much on my mind, for a moment I thought it was Monty. But it’s . . . what was his name? He worked with us for a short time, though he rarely stayed in one place long as I recall. He’s actually a cousin, distant, which we discovered as he and Monty looked more like brothers than Nash and Monty. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Kyle! Yes, yes, Kyle Channing, a cousin on my mother’s side. Third or fourth or fifth.”

“You’re sure of that?”

“Oh yes, that’s Kyle. But this had to have been taken years ago. He’d be in his forties now. How did you get this picture?”

“I’m coming to you,” Eve said, and broke connection, then slapped her hand on the desk.

“I knew it.”

“Plausible alternatives or not, it seems your theory is on the mark.”

“Jones sends the cousin in his brother’s name, with his brother’s ID, documentation. Maybe he paid him, blackmailed him, or just asked for a favor. But Montclair Jones didn’t go to Africa. He didn’t die in Africa. He killed twelve girls. His brother stopped him before he could make it thirteen. And he dealt with him. I’ve got to go.”

“Contact me, will you, if Jones reappears? I’d like to hear the whole story.”

“Me, too.”

She grabbed up her ’link, tagging Peabody as she dashed downstairs. “Meet me at HPCCY, now.”

“Okay, I’m just—”

“No. Zimbabwe sent pictures—and Philadelphia just identified a man named Kyle Channing, not her brother.”

“You were right.”

“Fucking A.”

She yanked her coat off the newel post. “Get there.” As she swung the coat on, she remembered taking it up to her office the evening before. So how did it . . . Summerset, she realized, and just decided not to think about it.

• • •

Philadelphia was pacing the halls when Eve came in.

“Lieutenant, I’m very confused, and I’m very worried. I’m worried something must have happened to Nash. I contacted hospitals, health centers, but . . . I think I should file a Missing Persons report.”

“We’ve got a BOLO out on him. He’s not missing. He’s just not here.”

“He could’ve become ill,” she insisted. “The stress of these last few days—”

“This goes back a lot longer.” She glanced around, watching kids come out of here, head to there, clomp out of there, slump their way elsewhere.

“What’s going on?”

“If I knew I’d . . . You mean the residents. Breakfast shifts, early classes, or personal sessions.” She wore her hair down today, and pulled nervously at the ends. “It’s important to keep the children on routine.”

“I don’t think you want to discuss this out here.” Eve signaled to Shivitz. “My partner’s on her way. Send her into Ms. Jones’s office when she gets here.”

Eve went into the office, waited for Philadelphia to follow, shut the door. “The photo you identified as Kyle Channing was taken in Zimbabwe fourteen years ago. At that time, Channing was going under the name Montclair Jones, with all accompanying documentation.”

“That’s ridiculous. That’s impossible.”

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