Bring Me Flowers (Detectives Kane and Alton #2)(17)
“You brought me flowers. How nice.” He moved closer, blocking her path. “Put down your clothes, you’re not going anywhere today.”
Terror made her legs like lead but her mind was working fine. She threw her clothes and the flowers at him and dashed into the dense forest, running hard. Tree branches whipped her cheeks and bracken tangled around her legs. She could find another path if she could just run another twenty feet. Lungs bursting, she pushed through the trees searching in every direction for the elusive path and safety. Heavy footsteps thundered behind her and moments later heavy breathing. Pulled to a stop by her hair, she screamed at the pain tearing through her scalp. “Let go of me!”
Blinding agony and white flashing lights shattered her vision. She had not seen the punch. Her legs gave way and she staggered, falling against him. The smell of him made her gag but she used the chance to knee him. Like a professional street fighter, he sidestepped and she caught him on the outer thigh. She went for his face but he spun her around and punched her hard in the belly. Retching, she doubled over, but the moment she tried to stand he hit her again. She looked through tears at his ginning face. “Oh God.”
“God won’t help you now.” He pulled her hard against his stinking body then licked her cheek. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Ten
Desperate to identify the victim, Jenna leaned on her desk and stared at the photographs of the crime scene, trying to concentrate on the clues. Old Joey had corroborated Lucky’s story about the injury but the weather-beaten old man had informed her he was sure the two men had left the fairgrounds before eight, which gave them plenty of time to commit murder, wash, and return to their vehicle.
Kane’s anger toward her at the fairgrounds and his stony silence on the ride back to the sheriff’s office disturbed her concentration. Of course, he had a point and was only watching her back. She would try to smooth things over with him later after he returned from attending the autopsy. Good luck with that.
Dragging her mind back to the case, she stared at the girl’s face. Deputy Wolfe had taken the image after removing the makeup at the post-mortem. No permission was required for an autopsy in the case of an evident homicide, and Mr. Weems, the mortician and acting M.E., had agreed to perform the official examination immediately. The victim looked so young and innocent without the smeared red lipstick, yet it was after five and no one had reported her missing. After instructing Deputy Rowley to contact the local hospital and ask them to call her if anyone called looking for their daughter, she had hit a brick wall.
She turned to her computer, accessed the local high school’s yearbook photographs, and scrolled through the sophomore images. Not three pages into the file, she found the cheerleader squad, and there in the front row was her victim. She zoomed in on the image and compared the smiling face staring back at her to the blank staring eyes of the victim. With trembling fingers, she scrolled to the bottom of the photograph and read the list of names. Not trusting the accuracy of the printer or photographer to have the correct names corresponding to the people, she copied the identities into her notebook. She would start with the three girls on the front row, but Felicity Parker, wearing her hair tied up in a ponytail and a cheerleader uniform, was most likely her victim.
The last name rang a bell and she called out to Rowley. When the young deputy stepped inside her office, she lifted her gaze. “The librarian, isn’t her name Parker?”
“Might be, I haven’t been to the library since Google.” Rowley grinned. “I’ll ask Maggie, she reads all the time.” He strolled from the office and returned a few moments later with Maggie close behind.
“Why are you asking about Jill Parker? She isn’t in trouble, is she?” Maggie’s eyes rounded. “Oh Lord, the body isn’t her, is it?”
Jenna cleared her throat and gestured for Rowley to close the door. “No, I’m looking for Felicity Parker—is she related, do you know?”
“That would be her daughter.” Maggie’s brown gaze slid to the images spread out on Jenna’s desk and one hand went to her mouth. “Oh no, not Felicity.” She dropped into the chair and covered her face with both hands.
Selecting one image and turning over the pile to hide the contents, Jenna cleared her throat. “If you know this girl, I’ll need you to take a closer look. Is this Felicity?” She stood, poured a glass of water from the cooler, and handed it to her. “Maggie, can you look at the photograph?”
Maggie lifted her tear-streaked face and took a deep breath then glanced at the image. She turned her head away and sobbed. “It’s Felicity. I’ve known her since she was a baby.”
“I’m so sorry. Can you tell me where Mrs. Parker lives?”
“Number six, Elm Street. Down near Stanton Forest.” Maggie took a tissue from her sleeve and mopped her eyes.
“Is her husband at home?” Jenna wanted to hug her but had to ask questions. “She’ll need someone with her when we inform her. Does she have any family or friends nearby?”
“Yes, Sean gets home about five thirty and her sister lives in town. I know her number, I’ll write it down for you.” Maggie blew her nose then took Jenna’s pen and wrote down a name and number.
“Thank you.” Jenna sighed. “Go home, I can handle things here.”