The Sleeping Doll (Kathryn Dance 1)

"No. I've never heard of it. What does it mean?"

"It's a character out of the King Arthur legend."

Rebecca looked at the younger woman. "Hey, did you read us any of those stories?"

Linda didn't recall. Nor had they any recollection of an Alison--the other name Pell had searched for.

"Tell me about a typical day in the Family."

Rebecca seemed at a loss for words. "We'd get up, have breakfast . . . I don't know."

Shrugging, Linda said, "We were just a family. We talked about what families talk about. The weather, plans, trips we were going to take. Money problems. Who was going to be working where. Sometimes I'd stand in the kitchen after breakfast, doing dishes, and just cry--because I was so happy. I had a real family at last."

Rebecca agreed that their life hadn't been very different from anyone else's, though she clearly wasn't as sentimental as her sister-in-crime.

The discussion meandered and they revealed nothing helpful. In interviewing and interrogation, it's a well-known rule that abstractions obscure memories, while specifics trigger them. Dance now said, "Do this for me: Pick a particular day. Tell me about it. A day you'd both remember."

Neither could think of one that stood out, though.

Until Dance suggested, "Think of a holiday: Thanksgiving, Christmas."

Linda shrugged. "How about that Easter?"

"My first holiday there. My only holiday. Sure. That was fun."

Linda described making an elaborate dinner with food that Sam, Jimmy and Rebecca had "come up with." Dance spotted the euphemism instantly; it meant the trio had stolen the groceries.

"I cooked a turkey," Linda said. "I smoked it all day in the backyard. My, that was fun."

Prodding, Dance asked, "So there you are, you two and Samantha--she was the quiet one, you said."

"The Mouse."

"And the young man who was with Pell at the Croytons'," Kellogg said. "Jimmy Newberg. Tell us about him."

Rebecca said, "Right. He was a funny little puppy. He was a runaway too. From up north, I think."

"Good-looking. But he wasn't all there." Linda tapped her forehead.

A laugh from her comrade. "He'd been a stoner."

"But he was a genius with his hands. Carpentry, electronics, everything. He was totally into computers, even wrote his own programs. He'd tell us about them and none of us could understand what he was talking about. He wanted to get some website going--remember, this was before everybody had one. I think he was actually pretty creative. I felt bad for him. Daniel didn't like him that much. He'd lose patience with him. He wanted to kick him out, I think."

"Besides, Daniel was a ladies' man. He didn't do well with other men around."

Dance steered them back to the holiday.

"It was a pretty day," Linda continued. "The sun was out. It was warm. We had music going. Jimmy'd put together a real good sound system."

"Did you say grace?"

"No."

"Even though it was Easter?"

Rebecca said, "I suggested it. But Pell said no."

Linda said, "That's right. He got upset."