The Sleeping Doll (Kathryn Dance 1)

Neither spoke for a moment.

Then Samantha McCoy said, "I've changed my mind. I want to help."

Chapter 32

"I couldn't sleep after you came to see me. And when I heard he'd killed someone else, that woman, I knew I had to come."

Samantha, Dance and Kellogg were in her office. The woman sat upright, gripping the arms of the chair hard, looking from one to the other. Never more than a second's gaze at either. "You're sure it was Daniel who killed her?"

"That's right," Kellogg said.

"Why?"

"We don't know. We're looking into it now. Her name was Susan Pemberton. She worked for Eve Brock. Do the names mean anything to you?"

"No."

"It's an event-planning company. Pell took all their files and presumably destroyed them. There was something in them that he wanted to hide. Or maybe there's an event coming up that he's interested in. Do you have any thoughts about what that might be?"

"I'm sorry, no."

Dance told her, "I want to get you together with Linda and Rebecca as soon as possible."

"They're both here?"

"That's right."

Samantha nodded slowly.

Kellogg said, "I need to follow up on a few things here. I'll join you later."

Dance told Maryellen Kresbach where she'd be and the women left the CBI building. The agent had Samantha park her car in the secure garage under the building, so no one would see it. They then both got into Dance's Ford.

Samantha clicked on her seat belt and then stared straight ahead. Suddenly she blurted, "One thing, my husband, his family . . . my friends. They still don't know."

"What did you tell him about being away?"

"A publishing conference . . . And Linda and Rebecca? I'd just as soon they didn't know my new name, about my family."

"That's fine with me. I haven't given them any details they didn't already know. Now, you ready?"

A shaky smile. "No. I'm not the least ready. But, okay, let's go."

When they arrived at the inn Dance checked with the MCSO deputy outside and learned there'd been no unusual activity in or around the cabin.

She gestured Samantha out of the car. The woman hesitated and climbed from the vehicle, squinting, taking in everything around her. She'd be vigilant, of course, under the circumstances, but Dance sensed something else behind this attentiveness.

Samantha gave a faint smile. "The smells, the sound of the ocean . . . I haven't been back to the Peninsula since the trial. My husband keeps asking me to drive down for the weekend. I've come up with some doozy excuses. Allergies, carsickness, pressing manuscripts to edit." Her smile faded. She glanced at the cabin. "Pretty."

"It's only got two bedrooms. I wasn't expecting you."

"If there's a couch, I can sleep on that. I don't want to bother anybody."

Samantha the unassuming one, the shy one, Dance recalled.

Mouse.

"I hope it'll just be for one night." Kathryn Dance stepped forward and knocked on the door to the past.