The Sleeping Doll (Kathryn Dance 1)

"Or shouting. Only . . ." Her voice faded, she was squeezing her ear again.

"You're not sure it was you making the noise? It might've been somebody else?"

The girl swallowed. She'd be thinking that the sound had perhaps come from one of her dying family members. "Right."

"Do you remember what time?" The TODs were between six thirty and eight, Dance recalled.

But Theresa couldn't remember for sure. She guessed around seven.

"You stayed in bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did you hear anything after that?"

"Yeah, voices. I couldn't hear them real well. I was, you know, groggy, but I definitely heard them."

"Who was it?"

"I don't know, men's voices. But definitely not my father or brother. I remember that."

"Tare, did you tell anybody this back then?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "But nobody was interested."

How on earth had Reynolds missed it?

"Well, tell me now. What did you hear?"

"There were, like, a couple of things. First of all, I heard somebody mention money. Four hundred dollars. I remember that exactly."

Pell had been found with more than that when he was arrested. Maybe he and Newberg were going through Croyton's wallet and commenting on how much money was inside. Or was the phrase actually "four hundred thousand"?

"What else?"

"Okay, then somebody--a man, but somebody different--said something about Canada. And somebody else asked a question. About Quebec."

"And what was the question?"

"He just wanted to know what Quebec was."

Somebody not knowing about Quebec? Dance wondered if that was Newberg--the women had said that while he was a genius at woodworking, electronics and computers he was pretty damaged otherwise, thanks to drugs.

So, a Canadian connection. Is that where Pell wanted to escape to? A lot easier to get through that border than going south. A lot of mountaintops too.

Dance smiled and sat forward. "Go on, Tare. You're doing great."

"Then," Theresa continued, "somebody was talking about used cars. Another man. He had a really low voice. He talked fast."

Used-car dealerships were popular venues for money laundering. Or they might have been talking about getting a car for their escape. And it hadn't been just Pell and Newberg. Somebody else was there. A third person.

"Did your father do business in Canada?"

"I don't know. He traveled a lot. But I don't think he ever mentioned Canada. . . . I could never figure out why the police back then didn't ask me more about it. But since Pell was in jail, it didn't matter. But now that he's out . . . Ever since Mr. Nagle said you needed help finding the killer, I've been trying to make sense out of what I heard. Maybe you can figure it out."

"I hope I can."

"Anything else?"