“They existed.”
“So either they were murdered but thrown into the water to disappear or they did the murdering.”
“That’s my assumption, yes. I think they were the murderers because, while no one was sharing information of the investigation with a fifteen-year-old, I never let it go, and I heard they didn’t find any blood belonging to anyone other than my parents and Anita Calabria on the boat. I know forensic teams—including FBI teams—went over the boat with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Yes.”
“They were your teams, I take it?”
“Not at the time, but yes, I had something to do with it.”
“Why don’t I know you?”
“You did meet me—but you were three or four at the time.”
“Ah. Why didn’t you see more of my parents?”
“They were busy. I was busy. But I did see your dad about six months before he was killed. He was in DC for a reunion. We were able to go out to dinner together right before I dropped him at the airport to head home.” He hesitated. “He raved about you, Katie. He said you were an amazing young diver, that you might turn that love into something wonderful one day. You’d found pieces in the channels that belonged in museums over sites where wrecks had been salvaged and investigated dozens of times.”
She shrugged. “I loved it once. Now,” she said, offering him a smile, “I love mules. And New Orleans.”
He returned her smile. “Katie, what do you remember about that day?”
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean the horror you discovered coming up from your dive. I don’t want to subject you to that again. I mean, what do you remember about going out?”
“Well, my dad had the boat at a private wharf. He rented the space. The couple who owned the property could have five boats docked there. The wife kept a little shop with bait, sodas, snacks, life vests...some diving equipment. But when we out...”
She paused, remembering the day.
“We came in separate cars. I mean, my folks and I were in one, and the Calabrias and their friends came in George’s car. We met on the dock. You said you know my dad, so you know he welcomed them. And my mom, too. She liked people... She was happy to look for the best in them. And friends of George and Anita were, naturally, welcome.”
“I interviewed Mrs. Jennings, who owned the dock. Mr. Jennings wasn’t home when you went out that day. She did think she saw more people than just you, your parents, and Mr. and Mrs. Calabria. But she couldn’t be sure. And she couldn’t identify anyone.”
“I know.”
“So we need to find this couple.”
“You said yourself law-enforcement officials from all over tried. They’re nonexistent. What makes you think we’ll have any luck this time?”
“I think they’re here. In Louisiana. In New Orleans.”
Katie inhaled. “And you think they...that they murdered the people this morning?”
“I do. Otherwise, I’d never cause you distress again. But desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say. And I know you’d go the distance to find justice for your parents. To that end, I’ve come to you. And to another individual who was in on the second investigation.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” Katie said. “You don’t mean Dan Oliver. Look, he’s not even a cop anymore. I didn’t know he was living in New Orleans. Go figure on that, of all the cities in all the world... But no! He was obsessed with skewering George.”
“So? Maybe George did have something to do with it. Maybe he didn’t. You believe in the man. You have good instincts. In that case, let’s clear him altogether by finding the truth, shall we?”
“Can we find it this many years later?”
“You’d be surprised. Where is George now, by the way?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“After the trial, he was a mess. First, he said something about heading to the least congested island out there and burrowing himself away in a hole. Then he decided that would make him crazy. All he would do would be to sit and remember. He wanted to plunge into something else that would keep him busy and send his mind in other directions. He loved the movies, too, and decided he would look for the least skilled, most legwork job he could find with any old movie-production company. I told him to call me when...when he wanted old friends in his life again.”
“But he never called you.”
“No.”
The dogs started to bark. Katie frowned.
Adam Harrison sat back. “That should be Dan Oliver now with one of my team, Special Agent Axel Tiger. They knew each other from Florida, so I sent Axel after Dan. Katie, please don’t just sit there. Let’s go introduce them to the dogs and let them in.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan wasn’t sure it was the right time for him to be arriving on Katie Delaney’s doorstep.
Yet, according to Ryder, he needed her help to keep him in the loop on everything that was happening with the case.
Axel’s arrival had been beneficial. Dan knew he’d comprehend just how beneficial once his head stopped reeling.
Katie came out of the pretty little Treme house along with Adam Harrison, calling to the dogs that it was all right. She reached the wooden fence ahead of Adam, talking to the dogs, telling them he and Axel were good.
Dan knew dogs. Most of the time, he thought they were far more honest and giving than people. But he knew he’d been jaded for a while now, and it was his own fault. He needed to get over the past, get over himself.
And this might be his chance.
He ducked down to pet the three giant shepherds that greeted him with slobbery excitement once they’d been assured he and Axel were friends.
He glanced up as Axel introduced himself to Katie and greeted Adam. He noted Katie was watching
