Colby Agency: Small-Town Secrets Part 3
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Chapter Four.
Spence stared into the dusk outside the motel window. The case file had given him crime scene details and backgrounds on the victims but nothing truly useful in the way of suspects.
All three victims had grown up in the area. All three were thirteen. There was no trace evidence that connected anyone to the scenes other than the victims. A single hair belonging to Dana Hall had been discovered on the clothing of one of the first two victims. That had been easily dismissed considering the victim had spent the night at the Hall home the night before her death. The four had friends, teachers and neighbors in common. But not one of those common denominators appeared to have had a motive for committing the crimes. The girls were simply murdered for no apparent reason.
But Spence understood that wasn't the case. No one was murdered without reason. He'd considered the victims' families and found nothing doc.u.mented in the way of enemies or recent problems, financial or otherwise. From the reports taken at the time of the murders, each one represented the perfect family. No readily detectable skeletons in the closet. Nothing.
There had to be something the investigation had missed. The fact of the matter was that small-town murder investigations rarely looked very hard at friends and neighbors. Everyone knew everyone else, just as Chief Gerard had said, and it was unthinkable that anyone would commit such a heinous crime. Therefore no suspects.
But Spence didn't know any of these people. Each one was as much a suspect as the other in his opinion. And from what he'd learned so far there was only one way to go about solving this mystery.
Start at the beginning. Nudge the players and watch for the reactions.
He gathered his notepad and pen and headed for the room next door. Dana's room. She had blocked the memories of the events that night. But the memories were there. His goal was to cautiously prod those memories loose from the layers of fear and disbelief that had them buried.
Cooperation was key.
To cooperate she had to get past her fear.
Just like the kids he had worked with for the county. Guide them away from the fear and toward the light of truth.
They still had more than half an hour before they were to arrive at the Bellomy's. Time enough to topple that first domino.
Spence rapped on the door of the room next to his. A moment later, probably after visually identifying who had knocked, the door opened.
Dana Hall looked tired and pale. Interaction with the chief and her former neighbor, Mr. Bellomy, had shaken her. They'd barely arrived in town. His investigation had scarcely gotten out of the gate. If she wanted the truth, she was going to have to rally the necessary courage to go the distance and face her past.
Her lack of cooperation was the one primary stumbling block to getting the job done.
"I'd like to go over a few details with you." He indicated the pad and pen. "We have a little time before dinner with the Bellomys."
She looked past him, then at the pad he held. "I've told you everything I know twice already."
There was some truth to that. She had gone over all she claimed to remember at the agency and then again en route. But there was much more she didn't want to remember, and that was what he needed.
"This part of the investigation can be tedious, but it's necessary if we hope to succeed."
She considered his statement for a moment before relenting and allowing him into her room. That one instant of hesitation, like so many others he had noticed since meeting her, was the part of this mystery that puzzled him the most.
If she didn't want the truth, why come to the Colby Agency looking for it?
He understood how difficult this was for her, but murder was never easy.
As she sat down on the edge of the bed, he settled into the chair at the nearby desk. He placed his pad on the desktop and clicked his pen into writing position. "Start at the beginning."
She licked those plump lips and took a deep breath. "It was our birthday party." She stared at the beige carpet as she spoke. "The party was okay. Mom insisted on having it in spite of what had happened. Not so many kids came, but there was lots of laughing and presents and two cakes. One for each of us."
Her silence dragged on until he prodded, "After the party, what happened?"
"We had a late dinner with our family and went to bed."
"But your sister wasn't ready to sleep." Dana had consistently maintained that it was her sister's idea to leave the house that night.
She nodded. "It was really late but not late enough to deter Donna. She was always the outgoing one. I was the quiet bookworm." Dana clasped her hands in her lap. "She loved walking in the woods. It was a full moon. She said we'd go to the stream and look at the stars. We did that a lot in the summer."
"But this was October. Had to be pretty chilly."
She nodded. "We bundled up, grabbed a blanket and sneaked out of the house."
"Was this the first time you'd left the house at night without telling your parents?"
A quick shake of her head. "We'd done it a couple times before. We'd meet Joanna and Sherry at the stream. Sometimes Lorie would come, but not that last time."
There was a name he hadn't heard. "Who's Lorie?" This was exactly the reason for going over and over the details. Something new eventually surfaced.
"Lorie Hamilton. She was a friend of my sister's. Most of our friends were really my sister's friends. I guess I was a little too boring for them. Too shy. Too much of an introvert."
Spence could see the remembered pain in her eyes.
"Lorie and my sister didn't hang out together often. Lorie was fourteen and had friends her own age."
Spence hadn't seen an interview report on a Lorie Hamilton in the case file. "Did you mention to the police that Lorie occasionally came to the stream with you?"
A frown furrowed its way across Dana's brow as she bit her lip. "I'm not sure. She wasn't there that night so I probably didn't."
"Your parents never suspected the two of you left the house without their knowledge?" That part nagged at him. But then, he'd grown up in the city. Maybe that was the difference.
"My parents slept upstairs. We used the downstairs den for a bedroom because of my sleepwalking."
Something else he hadn't heard about. "You walked in your sleep?"
"When I was younger. They were afraid I'd fall down the stairs or something. They kept the deadbolts secured...or they did until I'd stopped doing it. By then Donna and I didn't want to move back upstairs. We'd gotten used to the room."
Spence imagined that her parents had beaten themselves up over and over again for that decision.
"What did the two of you do after you left the house?" He guided the conversation back to the details of that tragic night.
"We danced around in the yard. Let a couple of leftover balloons go in honor of Sherry and Joanna, then headed into the woods." Other than lacing and unlacing her fingers repeatedly, she sat perfectly still. "When we got to the stream we spread the blanket and laid down to stare up at the stars."
"Donna didn't fall? Hit her head?"
Dana shook her head. "Nothing like that happened." Inwardly she cringed at the thought that her sister had been hit in the head with a rock...or fallen against one. Why couldn't she remember any part of that?
"What did you talk about?"
She stared at the wall across the room, her gaze distant. "How much she missed her friends. How we couldn't wait until we were old enough to get our driver's licenses. Nothing in particular."
More of that prolonged silence.
"Who fell asleep first?"
Dana thought about the question, then said, "I guess I must have. I could still hear her talking as I drifted off."
"What happened when you woke up?"
Her gaze collided with his. "I don't remember waking up. I told you that."
Her defensive tone also told him she didn't want her claim disputed and definitely didn't want to try remembering.
Move on for now. "Okay. So tell me more about Lorie Hamilton."
Dana blinked. Her frustrated expression relaxed fractionally. "She was a cheerleader. Very popular. Everyone loved her. She and Donna got to know each other when my sister tried out for the cheerleading squad for the upcoming school year."
"They were cheerleaders together?"
Dana shook her head. "Donna didn't make the squad, just third alternate. But Lorie still hung out with her sometimes. Maybe..." Dana chewed her lower lip.
"Maybe?"
"Maybe Lorie felt sorry for Donna because she was like the very last choice even as an alternate."
"What makes you think Lorie felt sorry for Donna?"
"I guess because Lorie only hung out with her when she wasn't with her other friends." She met Spence's gaze once more. "The other cheerleaders, I mean. They kind of stuck together."
"Your sister didn't blame Lorie or feel animosity toward her after that?" It was a shot in the dark, but one the investigators apparently hadn't considered during the initial investigation.
"Of course not." More of that defensiveness. "My sister didn't have any enemies." Dana shook her head firmly. "None of them did."
"But someone murdered them," he said bluntly. "Obviously there was someone who harbored ill will toward all three." Denial was the typical presiding theme in cases like this. No one wanted to believe an enemy, much less one capable of murder, resided among them. Particularly not in a small, quiet town where nothing truly bad ever happened.
The statement had the desired effect. "My sister never hurt anyone in her life. Everyone loved her. She didn't have any enemies any more than Joanna or Sherry did." She pushed up from the edge of the bed. "I should...get ready, I suppose. Can we talk about this more in the morning?"
For a lady who wanted the truth so badly she sure didn't seem to want to go down the path that would lead her to that destination.
Spence stood. "No problem." He moved to the door, but hesitated before leaving. "We should probably get going in about ten minutes."
She said nothing as he exited her room. Somehow he had to get the point across to her that someone hated her sister enough to end her life in a very personal manner. Someone Dana likely knew. Until she was ready to face that harsh reality the memories that might very well lead to a killer would remain locked just out of reach.
Spence had gone easy on her until now. Tomorrow he would push a little harder. He'd worked with children who suppressed unpleasant memories. Prodding them gently but consistently was essential.
He was surprised therapy hadn't unearthed a flicker of recall. Then again, Dana could be working overtime to keep the memories at bay. Nothing he hadn't seen before.
Whether she fully realized it or not, she was the key element to finding the truth. Chances were, she knew the killer.
His job was fairly straightforward: guide and prod her to that end.
All he needed was her cooperation.
DANA SECURED the safety latch on the door. Her hands shook. She fisted her fingers and fought to regain control of her emotions.
How long would it be before Mr. Spencer recognized her deception? How was she going to survive going to dinner with the Bellomys? Right across the street from her childhood home?
She wanted to find the truth. Out there. She gazed at the door, her mind conjuring the images of her hometown. She wanted to learn that some stranger just pa.s.sing through had committed these atrocities. There had to be a way to accomplish that goal without giving away her deepest fear. Her dreams were just that...dreams. They didn't mean anything. Not really.
But what if they were real? What if she was...
No. She refused to even think it. She'd loved her sister. Joanna and Sherry had been her sister's best friends. Had always been nice to Dana and let her tag along. She couldn't have hurt them.
Was that the reason she couldn't remember? Her therapist had said what happened that night was obviously too traumatic for her mind to allow her to remember. Was that yet another indication of her guilt?
Dana fished into her purse and checked her cell phone. Her mother had tried to call three times. Apparently Mr. Bellomy or Chief Gerard had informed her that Dana was here.
Not good.
She tucked the phone back into her purse. How long would it be before her mother showed up here to try and urge her to go back to Chicago?
The phone on the bedside table rang and Dana jumped. She dragged in a deep breath and counted to ten, releasing that breath slowly. She had to pull herself together. Mrs. Bellomy had probably already spread news all over town that she was here. It was an easy guess where Dana would be found since the Goodnite Motel was the only motel in town. Another sharp ring shattered the air.
If her mother was calling, Dana would just have to deal with it. She couldn't have her showing up and attempting to persuade Mr. Spencer to rethink helping her. If that happened, Dana had to make her understand that she wasn't walking away until she knew the truth.
The whole truth.
Steadying herself, she crossed the room and picked up the receiver. "h.e.l.lo."
For several seconds dead air reverberated in her ears, mimicking the rush of blood already roaring there.
"h.e.l.lo."
"You should go back to Chicago, Dana. The past should stay in the past. Otherwise...you'll be sorry. We'll...all be sorry."
The click that followed confirmed that the caller had severed the connection. Dana stared at the receiver in her hand. Her heart thumped hard against her sternum as the words seeped through the denial swaddling her brain.
Female. Vaguely familiar somehow. But...none of the people who had once known her would have made that kind of veiled threat. Would they?
Unless...it was someone who knew what happened that night.
Someone who knew that to find the killer, Dana only need look in the mirror.
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