The Dollmaker(The Forgotten Files #2)(50)

Sharp walked up to the portrait. The attention to detail was stunning, and he found himself drawn in by her dark eyes and the slight smile on her lips that suggested she knew a secret. Madison was a hell of an artist.

“How did she die?” Madison asked.

“We don’t know yet,” Vargas replied.

“How could you not know?” Madison’s tone held a new sharpness. “Don’t you have people to figure that out?”

Sharp turned from the painting. “I’m the guy that figures stuff like that out. Do you have a basement in this building?”

“Sure. Why?”

“May I see it?”

Madison folded his arms. “Why do you want to see it?”

“Curious.”

Madison hesitated before saying, “These questions are making me feel like a suspect.”

Vargas shrugged and managed an innocuous smile. “Everyone is a suspect during the initial stages of an investigation.”

“Should I have a lawyer?” Madison asked.

“This is simply fact-finding, Mr. Madison,” Sharp said. “I just want to see the basement.”

Madison drew in a breath. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” Vargas said.

“Right,” Madison said. He moved to a side door and unlocked it. He flipped on a light, and as he descended the stairs, Vargas glanced at Sharp.

She raised a brow. “What’s his deal?” she mouthed.

“Wait and see,” he whispered.

The two detectives descended the old set of wooden stairs leading to a dank basement with a low ceiling. The lighting was poor, but Sharp could see the space was crammed full of boxes, easels, and props. There were no signs anyone had been held here.

“You own any other properties?” Sharp asked.

“No.”

“Would you mind if we searched this room?” Sharp asked.

“For what?” Madison demanded.

Sharp shrugged. “Just want a look around.”

Madison shook his head, his mouth tightening into a grim line. “Get a warrant. I’ve been patient with you long enough.”

“I’ll do that,” Sharp said.

“Get out of here now.”

Sharp and Vargas climbed the stairs. When Madison came up behind them and locked the door, Vargas tossed Sharp a glance that told him the artist topped her suspect list.

Once Sharp had his warrant, he would be back to search the premises as well as dig deep into Madison’s finances. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Madison.”




Thoughts of Diane stalked Tessa the better part of the day, so as soon as she left work, she went to the storage shed she’d rented before leaving the country. It held what she’d taken from their apartment, along with her medical books. She opened the small roll-top door and clicked on a light. Inside was basically her entire past crammed into a couple dozen boxes. When her mother had died, she’d moved in with her aunt Grace and cousins, Rebecca and Holly. Because their house was small, she’d not been able to keep much. Pictures, selected keepsakes, and her mother’s desk had been all she really wanted. By the time she left Dakota, she’d not really accumulated all that much more. More pictures. Some clothes. Books. A painting. Enough to fit in this small unit.

She moved the boxes marked “Winter Clothes” and “Medical Books,” then grabbed another box labeled “Pictures.” It had been a long time since she’d gone through the images from college, but talk of Kara had turned her thoughts back to then.

Tessa dug into the box and worked her way through the years, first looking at when she and Dakota had been together. To her surprise, she didn’t have many printed pictures. What she did have was mostly on her phone.

Going back further, she found photos documenting the medical school years. More memories bubbled up from those days and brought a smile.

And then she reached the pictures capturing her college memories. One of the first pictures she touched was of herself and her three friends from freshman year. Kara, Diane, and Elena.

The photo that caught her eye was taken the first day she’d moved into her dorm. Kara was front and center, grinning, her arms wrapped around Diane and Elena while Tessa leaned in by Diane’s left shoulder, close but still separate from the group. They’d all been girls from town, and because of that connection, they grew close as a foursome quickly.

And now two of the four girls were dead.

She searched the box for the pictures she knew she’d taken the night of the Halloween party. Not finding them, she realized they must still be at her aunt’s house.

“Damn it,” she muttered. She quickly replaced the lid on the box and locked up the shed.

The drive across the city took Tessa twenty minutes. By the time she arrived at her aunt’s house, she was determined to track down the photos. If anyone had saved the pictures, it had been her aunt.

Knowing her aunt was on vacation and her cousin was house-sitting, she used her key to push through the front door of their home. The large brick colonial was located on the steep side of a hill overlooking the James River. Keys jangled in her hands as the hum of the television echoed from the den. “Holly!”

“In the den!”

She found Rebecca’s sister, Holly, sprawled on an overstuffed couch, dressed in sweats and a T-shirt. The wide sliding windows overlooked the hill sloping sharply toward to the river. A large leather sofa backed up to the window and faced a couple of club chairs upholstered in bright floral prints. A glass coffee table was covered with magazines, spilled popcorn, and empty diet soda cans.