“Hi.” She answered the phone on the third ring, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Hi.”
“You still on the job?”
“Yeah.” He glanced around at the crowd of law enforcement personnel that seemed to grow by the minute.
“Like the others?”
“Like the others, but different. Same difference as the last one.”
“She’s Hispanic. No ID. And no one reported her missing.”
“Right. ’Course, maybe by morning, we’ll have gotten a call. Someone might be looking for her by now, or maybe someone thinks she’s at a friend’s house… there could be a hundred maybes when you’re dealing with a kid, you know?”
“I know. I saw your chief on TV yesterday.”
“The press has been all over this. It’s national news. The grandfather of one of the victims is an ambassador.”
“I saw him on CNN.”
“So did I. He had some harsh words for the D.A.”
“Yeah.”
The awkward pause he’d been avoiding settled in. It was now or never.
“Look, Annie, I… I had this idea. I’m thinking that, well, I’m thinking maybe we should take one more look at Dylan’s death. I’m thinking you’re right, to want to clear this thing for him. And I have to be honest with you, looking at this from a strictly selfish point of view, I’m thinking it’s going to be that much harder for you and me to move forward with our own relationship while there’s still this long, dangling thread in your life.”
He hesitated, expecting her to break in, but she remained silent, so he went on.
“So, maybe just one look, to see if, I don’t know, maybe something will jump out at us. Then, maybe, you and I… well, then maybe we can see where we are… where we both want this thing to go…”
Evan was pacing along a berm at the edge of the clearing where the latest body had been found. “I know the Bureau’s best has been on this, so I guess it sounds presumptuous for me to even suggest it-”
“I don’t think it’s presumptuous at all,” Annie said softly.
“You don’t?”
“No. You’re a great investigator. And there’s always the chance that a fresh eye might see something everyone else has missed. But are you sure you want to spend your time on this?”
“I’m sure that I want this to work between us. I’m sure that the only way that’s going to happen is for you to feel that you’ve done everything you can to do right by Dylan’s memory. The way I see it, as long as Dylan’s murderer is out there, you’re always going to be looking for him. Not that I blame you. I understand why it’s important. But it just seems to me that in order for you to move on with your life, you need to know that everything that could be done has been done.”
“That’s very insightful.”
“And you thought you were the only one in this relationship with a little psychology know-how,” he joked, knowing there was a vast difference between his three undergrad psych courses and her doctorate. “There’s no guarantee that this case will ever be solved. But I think it’s worth one more look.”
“Thank you.” Her voice caught. “Dylan deserves to have his killer brought to justice. I know Aidan and Connor and a bunch of his cousins have looked at the case, but not one of them was able to uncover anything new. So chances are, nothing will change. But one more look-sure, it’s worth the time. I’ll be in the office tomorrow. I’ll see what I can get my hands on.”
“Can you send me a copy of whatever you find?”
“I’d rather bring it up this weekend.”
“Even better.”
“But you’re swamped with your case. I’d better send copies of the reports overnight. That way, when we finally do get together, you’ll have had time to read them through. Maybe something will pop out at you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Evan, I can’t thank you enough. For understanding. For putting your own feelings aside-I know this has to be hard for you.”
“Not nearly as hard as the thought of losing you.”
“You wouldn’t have lost me over this. My loving you is separate from wanting what’s right for Dylan.”
“I know that, but I also understand that you’ll never be completely happy as long as you feel he’s not at rest, Annie. I know your Irish soul.”
“It’s his Irish soul that worries me. I just need to know it’s found peace.”
“We’re going to do our best.”
“One thing you need to know…”
“What’s that?”
“I am happy with you, I’ve been happy with you. And I do love you. Without reservation. Regardless of the outcome, I will never forget that you offered to do this, with the case you’re already working on. I don’t know any other man who would be as sensitive as you are to this whole thing with Dylan.”
The crime-scene technicians had finished processing the scene and signaled that they were waiting for him.
“Annie, I have to go. You get those reports and send them up; I’ll find the time to look them over. Then we’ll talk…”
Dan Crimmons, the Prattsville chief of police, was walking up the hill toward him. Evan knew he’d have a million questions about the crime scenes in Lyndon and the other parts of the county where bodies had been found. In the distance, he could see the lights from the cars parked along the road. Newspaper, magazine, and TV reporters and their cameramen were gathering again.
Evan switched off his phone and walked down the hill to meet Crimmons, thinking that his instincts had served him well. Annie wouldn’t be completely at peace until Dylan was. He would give it his best effort.
It hadn’t been false modesty on his part to say that he felt a bit presumptuous, taking on something that the Bureau’s finest had already looked into. Dylan’s brothers and cousins were all known to be top-notch agents. What were the chances he’d succeed where they had all failed? If it helped Annie to know that they’d done their best, and that helped her to move on, what did they have to lose?
Nothing at all, he reassured himself as he walked down the hill, his hand extended in greeting to the chief.
“Chief Crimmons, I see the sharks are right on the scent. How many officers do you think you can spare to keep the press from getting anywhere near the crime scene…?”
Annie scooped the folder into her arms and strolled casually back to her office. It wasn’t that she was doing anything wrong-she did sign out the file-but she was just a little reluctant to advertise the fact that she was looking over the records relative to Dylan’s death yet again. People might think she was obsessed.
She read through the now-familiar reports, looking for something, anything, that might catch her eye. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. She’d read through the accounts of the agents who were present that night, including Aidan, who had been badly wounded and at one point, early on, wasn’t expected to make it. Thank God he did, Annie thought. Losing Dylan had been hard enough. Aidan had been her friend long before he’d become her brother-in-law.
The alarm on her watch reminded her that she had a lecture to deliver to a group of agents-in-training at two. She closed the file and pushed it to one side of her desk, then grabbed her purse from the back of her chair.
“Hey, Annie, how’s it going?” Brendan Shields poked his head in through the doorway.
“Great, Brendan, thanks. I was just on my way to-”
“Was that a great wedding or what? And Mara was just the most beautiful bride. Dylan would have been pleased to see his little brother married to your little sister. Funny, isn’t it, the way that worked out?”
“I guess it worked out the way it was supposed to.”
“Nice guy, that detective you were with, by the way. A couple of the guys said they’d worked a few cases with him up in Pennsylvania, said he was top-notch.”
“Evan Crosby. He’s good, yes. I’ve worked with him, too.”
“Well, good luck with him, if that’s the way it’s going for you and him. God knows you’re due for something good, Annie.”
“Thank you, Brendan. That’s really very nice of you.”
“Hey, is that the file on the McNamara case?” He looked beyond her to her desk. “I just stopped down at the records room and Angie told me she’d signed it out to you yesterday.”
“The McNamara file is in the trunk of my car. That”-she nodded toward her desk-“is Dylan’s file.”
Brendan raised an eyebrow.
“Evan and I were talking the other day, and we thought we’d give it one more look-see.” She shrugged as if the idea had little merit. “We just thought maybe…”
“Maybe this time something might jump out at you?”
“I guess. I know it’s a long shot.”
“You know we’ve all looked at that file so many times it’s a miracle we haven’t worn the ink right off the pages.”
“I know. I guess we just thought maybe fresh eyes…”
“Hey, sure, why not? Can’t hurt. God knows we weren’t able to come up with anything. Good luck with it.”
“I’ve got to run,” she told him, “but if you walk out with me, I can give you the McNamara file right now.”
“Great. You have everything you need here?” He turned off the light, then followed her into the hall. “By the way, you don’t happen to know where my cousin Connor is, do you?”
