Bones Never Lie (Temperance Brennan, #17)(93)

“You might want to hold off.”

“Hold off?”

“We’re thinking it wasn’t Ajax.”

“You’re thinking?”

“It wasn’t Ajax. And he didn’t kill himself.”

I gave an edited version of all that had happened. Felt a cold front coming my way from Wadesboro.

“Ajax’s tox results didn’t land on Larabee’s desk until yesterday.” Trying to justify leaving her out of the loop. “And I only talked to McGee’s doctor today.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I should have kept you better informed.”

“Yes.” Pause. “You really believe McGee is capable of this?”

“The therapist didn’t come right out and say it, but she implied that Tawny is very disturbed.”

Like Slidell’s, Hull’s mind went straight to intent. Because homicide demands it. Unlike robbery or fraud, the motive for murder is often unclear.

“Why kill?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

Brief pause before Hull spoke again.

“Maybe McGee gets her charge out of dropping Pomerleau again and again.”

“If that’s the fantasy, why pick young girls?” Quick glance at my watch. Ten minutes had crept by since last I checked.

“Or maybe she’s symbolically killing herself. It’s a guilt thing. She survived while Pomerleau’s other victims died.”

Though the same questions had tormented me, at that moment I had no desire to play Freud. I wanted verification. Action.

“Maybe—”

The line beeped to indicate an incoming call. “Hold on.” Without waiting for Hull’s consent, I clicked over. It was neither Ryan nor Slidell.

Any pretense at calm was now abandoned. “Mary Louise never came home. It’s almost eight. Something has to be wrong. Oh my God! You see these things on the news, but oh my God!” Yvonne Marcus was frantic. “I’ve called everyone I can think of. Her teachers. Her friends. No one has seen her since school dismissal at three-thirty. My husband is out looking, but—”

“Mrs. Marcus—”

“What do I do? Shall I call the police?”

“Does Mary Louise ride a bus?”

“No, no. She attends Myers Park Traditional. It’s right up the block, so I allow her to walk.”

Directly past Sharon Hall.

I felt the tiny hairs rise on the back of my neck. Sensed my hand gripping the phone too tightly.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Controlled. “But just to be safe, phone 911. I’ll also make some calls.”

“Oh my God!”

“It will be all right.”

“I should go out and—”

“No. Stay home. Be there when Mary Louise returns.”

As I reconnected with Hull, a terrible medley of images spewed from my neurons.

A gangly girl who loved fashion and hats.

Movement in the shadows of an enormous magnolia.

A photo of myself measuring a skull.

Why hadn’t I picked up the phone? Why hadn’t I returned the child’s call? How could I have been so selfish?

“McGee may have taken another child.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mary Louise Marcus left school four hours ago on foot. Still hasn’t arrived at her house.”

“The kid got any issues?”

“No.”

“Not likely a runaway?”

“No.”

“She fit the profile?”

“Yes.” Fourteen. Fair. Long brown hair center-parted and braided.

I heard Hull suck in a long breath. Then, “If it is McGee, you think she’s taunting us? Snubbing her nose at authority?”

“I think this time it’s personal.” I swallowed. “And I think I know where she is.”

A light drizzle was falling. I had the wipers on high. Not for the rain. To match the cadence of my heart.

I called Slidell. Rolled to voicemail. Of course.

Screw Slidell.

I called the MP division. Got a guy named Zoeller whom I’d heard was a dolt but didn’t know personally.

“Yep. Yvonne Marcus. Called twenty minutes ago to report her daughter missing.”

“And?”

“Who’d you say this is?”

I explained again.

“The two fought. The kid’s probably catching a flick to teach Mama a lesson.”

“I think this child could be in danger.”

“Aren’t they all.”

“What did you just say?”

Faux-patient sigh. “The kid’s only been out of pocket a few hours. There are regs. We follow every hunch, abuse the system, eventually, it loses its punch.”

“I have an address I want you to check.”

“Sure.” Zoeller could have sounded more bored, but only after a pitcher of tranqs. “I’m outta here, but I’ll pass it on.”

“When can you activate an AMBER Alert?”

“When an abduction is confirmed and adequate descriptive information has been obtained.” Rote.

“And you’re starting the process now.” Glacial.

“Look, it just came through we got a 10-91 with a 10-33.”