Cut and Run (Criminal Profiler 2)

“Do you know the name?” she asked.

“Captain Hayden asked me about Jack Crow. I had human resources look through the old personnel records, and we did use Crow for a few odd jobs in the mideighties. He was referred to us by Danny Garnet.”

“Do you know what kind of cases Crow was working?”

“Divorce cases mostly. He did surveillance and took pictures that we could use in court. He quit after six months. According to his exit interview, he said it wasn’t the kind of work he wanted to be doing.”

“Have you seen Crow in recent years?” Faith asked.

“I wouldn’t know the man if he walked in the room and shook my hand. And I’m still not sure how all this relates to me.”

As tempted as she was to tell him about the graves in the country, she hesitated. “Slater and McIntyre, specifically your father, represented three women between 1987 and 1990. Their crimes were petty, and soon after they were dismissed, they vanished.”

“I can’t help you. I wasn’t born.”

“But you could pull their client records, couldn’t you?”

“As I told the Rangers, I can, but I won’t. Attorney-client privilege.”

“For your own sake, you should.” She pulled the DNA printouts from her purse and handed him the first.

He read the results, and though he was young, he was proving himself to be a very savvy defense attorney who could pick up technical details quickly.

She pulled out the second sheet of paper. “Marissa Lewis lives in San Antonio and is adopted like me. As it turns out, we are half sisters.”

PJ frowned, and this time when he read the report, he made no comment.

She studied the last sheet before extending it to him. “I also have a half brother.”

He raised his chin but hesitated before he took the paper. This sheet he didn’t read as he had the others.

“You are my half brother,” she said. “According to a DNA test, we share the same father.” The quick DNA test had proved they were half siblings, and PJ’s DNA was not a match to Josie’s. Faith pictured Peter Slater, the portly man with a thick shock of gray hair and a smile that could light up a room.

“I never consented to giving a sample of my DNA.”

She would save this argument for the courts later. Now she just wanted him to hear the truth. “The three girls I mentioned were found in graves out in the country. They’d all been held against their will, and the Rangers believe they were forced to give birth to children before they were killed.”

He set the paper down and shook his head. “No. That’s not correct. My father might have had affairs, but he would never do anything so horrific. He wouldn’t.”

“We are already in the process of testing the mtDNA of these women against mine, Marissa’s, and yours. It’s not as quick a process, but mtDNA will prove or disprove if we are their offspring.”

He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets.

The door to the study opened, and Margaret appeared with a tea cart filled with cups, a fresh pot of coffee, and cookies. “What is going on in here? You two look so serious.”

“It’s nothing, Mother,” PJ said.

Margaret filled a cup and handed it to Faith and then filled another and handed it to PJ. “Faith, my son is overprotective. He thinks I’m fragile china and can’t handle hard news.”

“Margaret,” Faith said. Peter had always protected Margaret, and she’d been happy to live in his shadow and to dedicate herself to him and their son. “It brings me no pleasure to deliver this news.”

“I know, dear. You would never hurt anyone,” she said. She drank her coffee and watched as Faith took a sip of her own.

There was a sharpness in Margaret’s gaze that rivaled the intensity of her late husband’s and son’s. “Maybe I can help this along. Is this about the police officer at the hospital?” Margaret asked. “I know you’ve been visiting her.”

“It turns out, Mother, that the police officer is Faith’s identical twin.”

“A twin? Good Lord, Faith,” Margaret said. “Who hurt that poor woman?”

Faith shifted in her seat, feeling more uncomfortable about this conversation. “The police have a name, but they’re still trying to figure out what motivated him to kill.”

Margaret set her cup down. “Kill. That’s terrible.”

Faith felt suddenly dizzy and wondered if being here now had been too much. “The thing is, Margaret, we have DNA tests linking me to two other half siblings.”

“We don’t need to get into that tonight, Faith,” PJ said. “My mother doesn’t need to be subjected to your theories.”

“You’re the one that told me about the first missing girl, PJ. Josie Jones.”

His lips flattened into a grim line. “She was listed in Russell McIntyre’s datebook, not my father’s. That leads me to believe he might have been behind all this.”

“Behind what?” Margaret asked. “I can see you are very upset.”

PJ began to pace.

Faith felt her stomach flip-flop and was certain now she was going to be sick.

“Faith, you look pale,” Margaret said.

She stood and looked toward the door. Her vision blurred, and she staggered.

Margaret stood and hooked her arm in Faith’s. “PJ, would you go and get some water from the kitchen? Faith does not look well. Maybe even a ginger ale.”

PJ shook his head. “Sure.”

When he was gone, Margaret guided Faith back to the couch. She carefully brushed a blond strand from Faith’s eyes and smiled.

“I know about the graves,” Margaret said.

Faith began to sweat as she stared into the face of a woman she’d known all her life. Margaret’s smile had hardened in a way that hurt more than it frightened her. “How?”

She dropped her voice a notch and said, “Because I handpicked all those girls. I chose them to give my husband children after I discovered I couldn’t.”

“You did this for Peter?” Everyone had a darker side, but she realized now that this couple, who’d always made her feel welcome in their home, were monsters.

“A wife is duty bound to give her husband a son. And I couldn’t. Broke my heart. The first girl gave us you and, as it turns out, Macy. I thought she had died the day she was born along with her mother, but she’s tough, isn’t she?”

Faith tried to stand but just a little pressure from Margaret now was enough to keep her in place. “That girl bled to death. You see, Garnet and my husband had a financial arrangement, and when Peter died, Garnet came to me and demanded more money. He thought I’d be shocked, overwhelmed, or terrified or whatever it is men think we women do when faced with a problem. He said he had evidence and would go to the cops if anything happened to him. I told him to leave my house, and I called Mr. Canada that day.”

Faith’s vision blurred. For an instant she thought it was related to the car crash but then as she stared at Margaret, who put her own coffee cup aside, an idea dawned on her. “Did you put something in my coffee?”

“A strong sedative. It will be enough to put you to sleep. It’ll give me time to talk to PJ. Once I’ve spoken to him, he’ll understand everything we did was out of love.”

Faith shook her head, hoping now that Hayden was listening closely. “Peter always gave the impression he was the master of his castle.”

“That’s what everyone believed. But in reality, Peter made no important decision regarding business or this family without me. PJ knows his father and I bent the rules from time to time. He knows when to look away.”

The front door slammed open, and she heard Hayden’s distant voice. He was demanding to see her. She could barely focus or bring herself to call out to him. She tried to stagger to her feet but couldn’t. She collapsed back against the couch as he stormed into the study. Hayden called out her name, and when she didn’t respond, he called for a paramedic.

Faith’s vision cleared enough for her to see Margaret’s face tighten with concern and

worry. “Thank God you’re here, Captain Hayden. Faith is not doing well.”

Hayden took Margaret by the arm and pulled her away from Faith. She wanted to tell him that Margaret had poisoned or drugged her. She wanted to shout and scream for him to be careful. But the words wouldn’t form. Her eyes wanted to close, but she struggled to keep them open. The distant sound of wailing sirens grew louder.

Hayden’s voice was sharp and cutting as he read Margaret her rights. Margaret was calm when she demanded to see her son. And when that request was denied, she insisted on a call to her attorney. Faith felt a mix of satisfaction and sadness as she watched Brogan lead her away. She still couldn’t reconcile the woman she’d loved as a second mother with this monster.

Hayden touched Faith on her forehead and lifted her in his arms. “I heard everything she said.”

Faith blinked, struggling to speak clearly. “She’s put something in my drink,” she said.

“I know.” He carried her to the front door and down the steps. In his arms, she felt safe. He was the only thing in her life at this moment that made sense. She only hoped Margaret hadn’t poisoned her. She hoped she wasn’t going to lose the man she loved.

“You’re not leaving me, Faith,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I love you too damn much to lose you.”

Lights flashed around her as she passed out in his arms.

EPILOGUE

Four Weeks Later