“Jessica Davenport and Jamie Dempsey. I call them the Jersey Devils. They are so full of themselves.”
Diane would wait until they were alone to question Star further. But at least now she had two names to give to Garnett as possible leads. She opened a door to the computer lab just as Frank was coming out.
“Diane…” Then he spotted Star. “Dear God in heaven,” he said and put his arms around her. Star buried her head in his chest.
When Star had been under arrest and her parents and brother dead, she had tried to kill herself. With the desolation of her grief and the feeling that there was nowhere for her to go, she had lost hope that the world would ever be right again. Frank’s asking to adopt her virtually turned her around. He had made her feel that she was worth something and, more importantly, he had believed her when she said she was innocent. Star was still a handful from time to time, but Diane knew that she was truly grateful that Frank loved and cared about her.
The four of them walked out of the building and down the sidewalk to Frank’s Expedition. On the way, Jenny called home on her cell. A neighbor answered and Jenny looked surprised. But Diane knew that parents in their situation would leave someone to answer the phone, waiting for any word about their daughter.
Just as they were about to drive off, Jenny saw her parents’ car turning into the parking lot. She yelled for Frank to stop, opened the door, and got out. Her mother and father saw her about the same time and came running to her, leaving their car in the middle of the road.
After seeing so many burned bodies during the past twenty-four hours, Diane was relieved beyond words to see two happy endings. She thought of Bobby Coleman’s parents, and the parents of the girl with the blond wavy hair. Nothing would ever bring them closure. Diane knew there was no such thing.
Through her passenger-side window, Diane saw someone she recognized walking out of the Student Learning Center to the parking lot. It was the blond girl’s mother from the coffee tent. She was alone. Diane wanted to cry.
“Bobby Coleman’s dead, isn’t he?” said Star. Her voice startled Diane out of her thoughts.
“The police haven’t released any information, yet,” Diane said.
“But he’s dead. I could tell by your face. The way you had no expression. That’s what you do when you don’t want anyone to see you react-you set your face like that.”
“Yes, honey, he is. But please don’t tell anyone. I don’t know if his parents have been told.” Diane was silent for several seconds as the Expedition sped across the icy street toward her apartment. “He was the first one to be identified.”
After a minute, Diane looked in back. Star was curled up on the seat asleep. She wished she could have found Ariel curled up somewhere in the jungle. She was so thankful they had found Star.
“What’s this about your car being jacked?” Frank said in a low voice.
“Some kid running from the fire. He tried to get Keith’s car but Keith sped off. He came to me next. I was stuck in the snow.”
“Diane…,” he whispered. “I can’t leave you alone for any length of time.”
“Apparently not.”
“How did you manage? Not anything dramatic and dangerous, I hope?”
“No. He was injured from the explosion.”
She made a motion as if chopping her hand off. Frank winced.
“I persuaded him to get into the backseat and I locked him in. He couldn’t get out because the child locks were on, and he couldn’t climb over to the front in his condition. It gave me time to run. By that time the police came. That’s about all there was to it.”
“How is he?” asked Frank. “Will Garnett be able to question him?”
“Yes, he was going to do that today. The kid was one of the few survivors well enough to talk.”
They arrived at her house and Frank walked her to her door.
“I’m so grateful we found Star,” she said.
He gave her a kiss on the lips-a short kiss, then one that lingered. “I’m glad you were there to help,” he said when he raised his head. “I was pretty frantic. I ran into another parent in the Learning Center looking for her daughter, too. It was scary. I hope she found her.”
“Me too-and I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.”
Diane got only three hours sleep but felt refreshed when she awakened at eight o’clock. Finding Star had rejuvenated her as much as a full night’s sleep. She showered, dressed, and made a call first thing to Chief Garnett.
“Diane, I tried to find you last night. I was told that you and Frank went looking for Star. Did you find her?”
“Yes. Yes, we did. She was studying in the Student Learning Center with another missing student. It was a good end to a very bad day.”
“Good. Good. It’s bad enough when it’s people you don’t know… Everyone around here was worried.”
He paused and cleared his throat. “Uh, McNair’s been on the phone to the commissioner. He’s trying to have you and your team removed from the recovery. Says you are tampering with evidence and compromising the investigation.”
“That son of a bitch. I hope you know better than that. McNair was the one breaking the seals on the evidence bags. He’s the one who compromised evidence. I called him on it. He and I had words.”
“I’m not at all surprised. But he does have pull with the commissioner-at least his uncle does.”
“Well, you know how paranoid David is.”
“Uh, you’ve said that before, but what does that…”
“David was pretty worked up about it-as he had a right to be. It would not surprise me if he documented McNair’s misconduct by snapping some incriminating pictures with his cell phone camera. We at the crime lab are prone to that behavior. I don’t know that he did; he didn’t say, but I know David.”
“I see. I’ll be sure to smile from now on whenever I look in David’s direction.”
“If a pic does exist, I’d want to use it only as a last resort. I’d hate to expose us as the sneaky people we are.”
She heard Garnett stifle a laugh. “I’ll have a long talk with the commissioner.”
“There’s another thing. It may be perfectly innocent… ” She told Garnett her thoughts about possible drug trade at the student center and about the two girls she had seen.
“When you think about it, that would be a likely place to deal. You didn’t happen to get the girls’ names, did you?”
“Yes, I thought you might want to talk to them. They’re Jessica Davenport and Jamie Dempsey. I also have their picture.”
“Their picture? Where did you get…?”
“Yes, I, well, I took it with my cell phone.”
“I see,” he repeated. “You people in the crime lab
“Well, what can I say? We all grew up watching too many James Bond movies-or Rocky and Bull-winkle. As I said, what I saw may have been perfectly innocent.”
“And it may be a lead. I’ll put a detective on it. And I’ll talk to the commissioner. McNair’s uncle has the commissioner spooked, but the commissioner doesn’t like him, and he does like us, so…”
“I’ll leave all that to you.”
After she hung up with Garnett, Diane called her assistant, Andie, to check on the museum.
“We’re doing OK. Did you find Star?” She sounded subdued. Diane guessed everyone in Rosewood did. She could picture Andie’s usually bright, happy face masked with concern. They all knew Star, and Rosewood was a small town. They were all probably waiting to find out who among their friends were dead.
“Yes, we did find her. She’s fine. She was studying on campus. She’s home with Frank now.”
“Whew, that’s so good. I can’t tell you how worried we were here.”
“We all were, but she’s fine.”
“You know Darcy Kincaid?” asked Andie.
“Sure. One of our exhibit planners,” said Diane. “Why?”
