is this how you found them?”
“I told you we didn’t move anything.” Ryman seemed to be the spokesperson.
“Was the car locked or unlocked?”
“Locked. We had to break in.”
“Engine?”
“Off.”
“Headlights?”
“Off.”
I inspected the glove box, then asked, “What station is the radio set to?”
After a blunt silence, “What?”
“The radio station?”
“I don’t know.”
I checked. The radio button wasn’t depressed. I pressed eject, no CD in the player, no mp3 player input. So, she’d had the radio off when she arrived. No music playing.
They just looked at each other. “What does that matter?” asked Collins.
“Everything matters.”
I took note of the climate control settings, the predominant genre of music of the CDs stacked between the seats, and the position of the driver’s seat and steering wheel. Based on the seat position, I figured Cassandra was tall for a woman. Not much shorter than me: five-eleven or perhaps six feet tall.
I took one final look around, thanked the criminalists for their cooperation, and turned to go.
“You’re done?” I heard Ryman say.
“Yeah.”
I’d made it six steps when I heard Collins whisper, “Idiot Fed.”
Alrighty then.
As anxious as I was to get inside, I figured I could spare one more minute. I turned and faced them. “Gentlemen. What’s your take on this? What do you think happened here?”
“She was arriving for work,” Ryman said. “Got out of her car.
Maybe someone snatched her. Maybe she went for a walk. Who knows? Probably took off with her boyfriend.”
“If Cassandra had been heading to work for the day,” I said,
“would she have parked crookedly, taking up two parking spots instead of one, and left the purse containing her makeup, cell phone, wallet, lunch pass, and name badge in the car?”
He hesitated. “Probably not.”
“She parked with the intention of quickly retrieving something or delivering something, and never made it back to the vehicle,”
I said.
“Maybe she was grabbed as she got out of the car.”
“Then the car doors would have been unlocked. If you abduct a woman as she’s leaving a car, you don’t take the time to lock the doors behind you.” I pointed. “Also, we have these light posts close by, no other cars in the vicinity. She would have seen her abductor approaching, even though it was dark when she arrived.”
Collins stuck his hands on his hips. “How do you know she got here in the dark?”
“Heater settings. This morning was cool early, but the temperature rose quickly right around dawn. Her heater is set on high.
If she arrived anytime after sunrise she would have had her air-conditioning on, or she would have at least turned off the heat.”
Both men stared at me blankly.
OK. Enough. This lesson could go on all day. Time to get inside.
My guess was that whoever met her-or abducted her-waited until after she entered the aquarium, to avoid being captured on the surveillance camera aimed at the employees’ door.
“Thanks for your good work, gentlemen. I especially like how you used those lampposts to mark off your crime scene. Very clever.”
“Yeah,” Ryman said. “That was my idea.”
“I’m not surprised.”
So.
I knew something I hadn’t known before: Cassandra’s jumbled suitcase in the back of her impeccably neat car told me that she’d rushed to pack and then left in a hurry-just as it appeared Hunter had done. It seemed likely they were planning to meet, maybe flee together. But why now, after all these fires? And what was the hurry?
Was Detective Dunn’s presence last night related to Cassandra’s disappearance? And what was so important to her that she had to stop by here early this morning?
Too many questions.
I retrieved my computer bag from my car and stepped into the lobby of the aquarium.
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I found Lien-hua and Tessa admiring an expansive tank of tropical fish that created the backdrop for the main ticketing area. “OK, Tessa, this is where you’re on your own.”
She didn’t look away from the fish. “OK.”
To our left, a labyrinthine passage wove past a series of small exhibits featuring squid, octopuses, and sea horses. A walkway on the right disappeared into a dark cove emitting eerie music and guarded by a large tank of grim-looking barracuda. Three more paths led to additional attractions and interactive oceanographic and marine biology exhibits in different arms of the aquarium. I assumed that eventually all the walkways would converge at the huge Seven Deadly Seas exhibit at the far end of the facility.
I pointed to a concession stand nearby, at the center of the hub for all the different wings. “Tessa, meet me over there by that snack area in one hour, OK?”
“One hour.”
“Look at your watch, OK?”
She did. Then, without another word, she set off on her own.
When Tessa was out of earshot, Lien-hua read my mind and said,
“Cassandra was taken, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. She arrived in the dark, deep in thought, planning her day, left her car with the intention of returning, and never made it back.”
“How do you know she was deep in thought?”
“Working theory. Her radio and CD player were both off.
Typically, people drive without music only when (a) they’re on the phone, but it was probably too early for that; (b) when they’re talking to someone in the car, but as far as we know she was alone; or (c) when they need to concentrate on something. My money’s on C.”
“Hmm. I do believe you’ve started profiling, Dr. Bowers.”
“No, no, no. It’s called induction. Very different. Completely different.”
“Uh-huh,” she said as we went to find the aquarium director.
An hour ago Creighton had pulled some of Randi’s personal information off her cell phone and then ground the phone to pieces beneath his heel.
Since then he’d been in the manager’s office considering his options.
It was possible that Randi would come back looking for her phone. He doubted she’d be able to find the warehouse, but it was possible. So maybe he should just wait and take care of her then.
But then again, since it was the middle of the day, she might not come alone or she might tell a friend where she was going. In either case, it was likely she’d be missed and then others would come looking for her. Not good. Too many bad scenarios.
