“That’s right. And this is Agent Sharp. He’s also with Virginia State Police.” Both held up their badges.
The girl barely glanced at the shields and seemed more worried about making it to practice. “I don’t have a whole lot of time. Practice starts in fifteen minutes and the coach gets all bent when I’m late.” Rebecca fished a power bar out of the side pocket. “My mom texted me the news about Vicky. Mom is Mrs. Gilbert’s friend. I still can’t believe she’s gone. I saw her about a month ago.”
“Any reason why you two haven’t seen each other recently?”
“Yeah. Her new boyfriend. Mr. Super Creep.”
“His name?” Riley pulled out her notebook and pen.
“Jax Carter.”
“How’d they meet?”
“Through his weird sister.”
“Sister?” Riley asked.
“Yeah. Darla. She said she was his sister.”
It was easier to lure prey as a brother and sister act. “Okay.”
“They met us at the mall one day. Vicky and I kind of ditched school a couple of months ago and went shopping.”
“You skip school a lot?” Sharp said.
“A few times.” She raised the bar to her mouth and hesitated. “You aren’t going to tell my parents, are you?”
“Not about skipping school,” Riley offered.
She bit into the bar. “Good. That wouldn’t go over so well.”
“Tell me about Darla and Jax,” Riley asked.
“They were hanging out in the food court. She’s pretty. He’s cute and can be nice. And when they came up to us, it was kind of fun. He started flirting, and we were both thrilled. But I could tell Vicky was into it a lot more than me. She ended up giving him her cell phone number, and within a day, he was calling and texting her all the time. Total mind control.”
“Why do you say that?”
“She and I could be hanging out and then he’d text and boom, she was gone. When he snapped his fingers, she jumped like a puppy dog.”
“He was good to her?”
“At first. Gave her all kinds of presents. Bracelets, earrings, and a pair of very cool high heels. She was always gushing when she talked about him.”
“But you said you didn’t like him.”
Rebecca swiped a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “She used to play tennis with me. The last time we played was a couple of months ago. She had a wicked bruise on her thigh and when I asked her about it, she blew it off. Said she bumped into the corner of a table. And then in the locker room I saw a bruise on her back. I pressed and she became all defensive and angry. She quit the tennis team the next day.”
“You think Carter was hurting her?” Sharp asked.
“Yeah. I told her to tell her parents. Her parents are a pain, but they’re okay. They were always trying to help Vicky stay on the path. But she wouldn’t tell them.”
“What about her mental health?”
“She swung between highs and lows.”
“So what was the appeal of Jax Carter?”
“She always liked playing with fire. Which explains why she thought Jax was all that.”
“Did you say anything to her parents about Jax?” Sharp asked.
Rebecca glanced at him, nervous. “I told my mom, who said she’d talk to Mrs. Gilbert. I don’t know if she ever did.”
“When Vicky left home last month, where did she go?”
“She spent a night with me, but my mom started asking questions. Vicky said she was going back home, but I knew that was a lie. She went to live with Jax.”
“Where?”
“He has some trailer or motor home. Kinda creepy. She said it felt like home. She’d been talking about running away with him. He kept telling her he loved her and she believed him.”
“Have any idea where I can find Darla?”
She folded over the wrapper of her power bar and tucked it back in her bag. “Did you check the mall? I saw her there the other day.”
“When you skipped again?”
“Again, you aren’t telling my parents, are you?”
“You do it again and I will,” Sharp said.
Her face paled even as she squared her shoulders and tried to look tough. “How will you know?”
Riley smiled, but knew it conveyed no warmth. “You really want to test him on this?”
The girl looked away. “No.”
“Smart. Do you know where they park the motor home?”
“I know they move around a lot, but where, I don’t know. Where’s Jax?”
“He’s in the hospital. He’s under arrest for assault.”
“Shit. Did he kill Vicky?”
“No. But he beat up another girl so badly she’s in the hospital.”
“Did Darla kill Vicky?”
“I don’t know who killed Vicky.”
A breeze blew the hair back from Rebecca’s face, accentuating a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She looked too damn young.
“Ever see another guy hanging out with Jax?” Sharp asked.
“There was a guy once. Dark hair and tanned skin. He sat next to Vicky in the backseat. Jax said he was a friend.”
Guys like Jax lured girls like Vicky into prostitution slowly at first. They’d ask them to be nice to a friend. Being nice usually translated into sex. After the first friend, there’d be more until finally sex with strangers was a job. “Was there anyone else she hung out with?” Riley softened her voice, knowing Sharp made the girl nervous.
“After Jax, no. He was it for her.”
“When’s the last time you had contact with Vicky?”
“She texted me on Friday. Said she’d see me soon.”
“Did she say where she was going?” Riley asked.
“A big party.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. She didn’t say anything else.”
Riley handed a card to Rebecca. “If you think of anything else, will you call me?”
“Yeah, sure.” She flicked the edge of the card with her finger. “What was Jax doing with Vicky all this time?”
“He was pimping her
out,” Sharp said.
“Like a hooker?”
“Exactly like that,” he said.
“Damn.”
“Don’t skip school,” Sharp cautioned. “The monsters love the girls that color outside the lines.”
Rebecca looked at Riley. “He’s intense.”
“He’s also right,” she said.
Riley and Sharp left a shocked Rebecca by the tennis courts and strode back to the car.
“Should we go to the mall?” Sharp asked.
“It’s after school so the mall will be full of kids. I’d bet money Darla won’t be there. Her kind comes in the middle of the day to troll for the girls who’ve skipped school. Those girls, more often than not, have some kind of issue and are easy prey.”
“So we have a BOLO and social media.”
“It’s a start.”
People stuck to what they knew and criminals were no different. The motor home had been seen at the truck stop shortly before Carter assaulted Jo-Jo. Maybe Darla would double back, and if not, maybe someone knew something about her.
“If you get any leads, Tatum, call me.”
“Sure. What about ViCAP?”
“I sent in a report.”
“Good. Thanks.”
After Riley and Sharp left Rebecca, she dropped him off at the office and drove to the busy truck stop north of the city. She settled back in her seat and watched as a couple of girls milled around the front door of the truck stop’s diner. Both wore short skirts and plunging tops. Standing next to them was a tall guy wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. His arms were covered in thick bands of tattoos, and his dark hair was tied back in a slick ponytail. Bringing a cigarette to his lips, he drew in a lungful of smoke and blew it out.
The trio wasn’t breaking any laws, but they had the look of street workers. Out of her SUV, she cut across the lot to them. She’d promised Sharp she’d only call if she had something.
The man hesitated and took a step back from the girls. A gap-toothed grin spread across his face. He held up his hands. “Po-Po, what’re you doing here? We ain’t doing nothing wrong.”
She glanced at the girls, who moved closer to him. “You have identification?”
“Why you want to know our names?” he countered.
“You can show me your ID now, or I can call for a patrol car.”
“We ain’t done nothing wrong,” he said.