“Can you send the DNA to Quantico?” Macy asked. “It wouldn’t hurt to run it through our labs.”
“You give me the address, and I’ll get it there.”
“Thank you.” Macy tapped her pen against her yellow legal pad. “Were there any other girls like Becky who vanished?”
He ran his fingers over the length of his mustache. “Girls go missing all the time.”
“Any report of johns who tried to strangle sex workers?” Macy asked.
“I can do a search and see if any of the girls filed complaints. It’s going to take some time.”
“That would be great. We’ve got his DNA, and we think he had a chipped front tooth.”
When the conference call ended, Macy went up to a whiteboard and taped up the pictures of Tobi Turner, Cindy Shaw, Becky Taylor, and Beth Watson. All the women had long dark hair and were in their late teens or early twenties.
“Where did Cindy Shaw live?” Macy asked.
“In a small mobile home park.”
“Like Becky.”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to visit the park where Cindy lived. There might be someone there who remembers her.”
“Let’s go.”
“You don’t think I’m chasing a ghost?”
“I don’t know what you’re chasing, but looking at that board, I see a direct link between Cindy and the other three victims. It makes sense to determine if anyone remembers her.”
“Maybe I’ve been processing logical evidence stored away in her brain.” Even as she spoke the words she really wanted to believe, they didn’t quite ring true.
They drove to the small Stafford Estates, located twenty minutes from the center of town. Truck tires painted white and cut in half, along with handfuls of winter pansies, marked the entrance and the gravel road that fed into the park between the rows of about two dozen mobile homes.
Nevada pulled into the park, and they drove down the center past several units before they reached a white one trimmed in black. There were a couple of lawn chairs outside, and it reminded Macy of her pop’s place.
Macy climbed out of the vehicle and walked up to the trailer door. She knocked and stood to the side as Nevada, hand on his weapon, waited just to the right.
The door opened to a young woman who appeared to be six or seven months pregnant. Brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a blue uniform with her name badge pinned above her right breast pocket.
Macy held up her badge. “My name is Special Agent Macy Crow, and I’m here with Sheriff Nevada looking for the family that used to live in this trailer. Do you remember hearing about the Shaw family? They would have lived here about fifteen years ago.”
“My husband and I have only been here three years. But if you knock on the door across the street from me, Ms. Beverly might remember. She’s been here at least twenty years. Knows everyone.”
“Thank you.”
“Knock loud,” the woman said. “She’s hard of hearing.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Macy crossed to a smaller trailer surrounded by a garden bed bordered with white rocks.
Macy knocked on the door and could hear the blare of a television. When she didn’t hear any movement, she pounded on the door with her fist. Finally, the television grew silent. She knocked again.
Inside the trailer, footsteps moved toward the door before the curtains fluttered and an old woman peered out. She then opened the door. She appeared to be in her seventies. She was a small woman with gray hair tied tight with a hair tie. She wore an oversize T-shirt, jeans, and slippers.
“Ms. Beverly?” Macy asked.
“That’s right.”
She introduced herself and Nevada again. “I was wondering if you remember a family that lived across the street. They were the Shaws. The daughter was Cindy.”
“Sure, I remember them. The mama was Eunice, the boy was Bruce, and the girl, Cindy. The mama died fourteen or fifteen years ago, and the girl moved away about that time. The boy is still here in town. He’s a doctor and done real well for himself.”
“How did the mother die?” Macy asked.
“Drugs. Eunice was always hooked on them.”
“What can you tell me about Cindy?” Macy asked.
Ms. Beverly shook her head. “Bless her heart. She had a rough go of it. She’d been fending for herself since she was in second or third grade. Eunice was always off with a man, and when she was home, she was always fighting with one man or another. I used to feed Cindy and Bruce peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when they got home from school. Lord, but those children could eat. When they got into high school, Bruce found out he had a real talent for football. Once the team got ahold of him, we didn’t see him much anymore.”
“Can you tell me who Cindy hung out with before she moved away?” Macy asked.
“There were some of the boys from the high school. There were a few older ones as well. She was a pretty little thing and was hungry for attention. I told her she was going after the wrong kind, but she would only laugh at me and tell me to stop worrying.”
“Do you have any names?”
“No. I saw cars come and go, but I never was formally introduced.”
“Did she ever say if any of the men were violent with her?” Macy asked.
“There was one,” the woman said. “Cindy tried to hide it from me, but I saw the bruises on her neck.”
“Bruises?” Macy asked.
Ms. Beverly raised her wrinkled hand to her neck. “I asked her about it, but she said it was nothing she couldn’t take care of herself. She said she had figured out a way to get rich, and when she did, she’d come for me. That was sweet of her, but I’ve seen too many girls like her. Think they can smile their way to a better place. But it never works.”
“Do you think she moved away?”
Ms. Beverly pressed arthritic fingers to her lips as she shook her head. “No. She would have told me if she was leaving. She wouldn’t have just left without a word.”
“You ever talk to Sheriff Greene about Cindy?” Nevada asked.
“I called him a couple of times and finally he came by. I got the sense he wasn’t real serious about finding her.”
“Why do you say that?” Nevada asked.
“I told him she wouldn’t just leave, and he scratched out a few words in a notebook, but wasn’t paying me no mind. Of course, the case never went anywhere.”
“Was Bruce worried about his sister?”
“After she vanished, he came by the trailer and cleared out his things. I asked if he’d heard from her, but he told me not to worry. He’d seen her get on a bus.”
“Did you believe him?”
Ms. Beverly shook her head. “No. I could always tell when that boy was fibbing.”
An old woman’s intuition wouldn’t stand up as evidence in court, but Macy believed her. “Where did Bruce move to?”
“He moved in with Kevin Wyatt. Those two are cousins and were always close. Thick as thieves during high school. I couldn’t blame Bruce for hanging out with the Wyatts. It was a normal home, and the only time Eunice paid any attention to Cindy and Bruce was when she was between men and scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Being alone, I suppose.” She held up a hand. “I have a picture of Cindy still tacked to my refrigerator. Want to see it?”
“I do.”
The woman vanished into the kitchen and returned with the picture. The colors were faded and the edges curled. “It was taken right out front of my home.”
Macy studied the picture of the smiling girl, who appeared to be about fifteen. She wore tight jeans, a V-neck sweater, and what looked like an arrowhead necklace. “When was this taken?”
“About a year before she vanished. Bruce had just given her that necklace, and she was so proud. She wanted me to take a picture of her wearing it.”
“How did Cindy feel about her brother spending so much time on the football field and with the Wyatts?”
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“She was angry. Felt abandoned.”
The girl’s brother, her only lifeline, had left her behind. “Do you mind if I snap a picture of it?” Macy asked.
“No, go right ahead.”
Macy took several pictures of the photo and then collected Ms. Beverly’s contact information. She thanked her for her help.
Macy and Nevada got into his car. “She said Kevin and Bruce were thick as thieves.”
“Think one might have helped the other kill Tobi?”
“I don’t know. But I want to talk to them both again.” Macy dialed Kevin Wyatt’s number. It went to voicemail. “This is Agent Crow. I’m still looking for that buccal swab, Mr. Wyatt. Call me.”
“Wyatt likes to drag his feet. When Tyler gets in trouble, he always lawyers up.”
“Eventually, he’ll have to give in.”
Nevada tapped his finger on the steering wheel. “Until then I’m going to follow up with Greene.”
“I want to come.”
“Not this time. He’s never been a fan of outsiders, and he might be more inclined to talk to me if I’m alone.”
She didn’t like being left out but trusted Nevada enough to ask the right questions. As he started his vehicle, his phone rang. It was Sullivan.
“Sullivan,” Nevada said.
“I received a call from Sandra Bennett. She says she can’t find Brooke.”
“I thought she was home with her son,” Nevada said.
“It doesn’t look like that was correct.”
“Where is Sandra now?” Nevada asked.
“Her house.”
“I’m on my way.”
When Nevada pulled up in front of Brooke Bennett’s house, Sandra was standing on the front porch talking to Sullivan. Sandra’s face was tight with worry.
“This doesn’t look good,” Macy said.
“No.”
They walked up to the front steps. “What’s going on here?”
Sandra stepped toward Nevada. “Have you heard from Brooke?”
“No, she hasn’t reported in for her shift,” Nevada said. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Sandra said. “I was working late, and when I got home, her car was parked out back, but there was no sign of her. Matt said she was home late last night, but he didn’t see her when he awoke this morning for school.”