Hide and Seek (Criminal Profiler #1)(26)

“I can send a deputy by your house more often, if you think that might help,” Nevada said.

“It’s not necessary,” Turner said. “Reporters don’t scare me.” He stepped aside and invited them in.

As before when he’d visited, Nevada noticed the home’s interior was as neat and well kept as the exterior. The wall facing them displayed a collage of pictures, including a woman wearing a white wedding dress, the same woman holding a baby, and then pictures of Turner, the woman, and the growing girl over the years. A lifetime of moments captured and condensed on one wall.

This part of the investigation was never easy for him. He’d much rather be trading bullets with a suspect than dealing with the emotions of the victims’ families.

“That was my wife, Cathy. She died four years ago of Alzheimer’s.”

“My condolences,” Macy said.

“The disease was a blessing. She forgot that Tobi was missing and kept waiting for her to visit. At the assisted living facility, there was a girl on the kitchen staff who looked like Tobi, and Cathy often got them confused. Sara, the girl, was kind enough to play along. Toward the end she was the only one who could give Cathy peace.”

Turner indicated for them to sit. Macy perched on the edge of the green couch, and Nevada took the other end.

Turner settled into a well-worn recliner. “How can I be of help?”

Macy wrestled her yellow notepad from her backpack. “When was the last time you saw Tobi?”

“It was a Thursday night, and she was headed back to school for a study session for her history midterm.”

“What school was that?” Macy asked.

“Valley High School.”

“There’s another school nearby, correct?” Macy asked.

“Mountain State High School. That’s west of here and a different district, but the kids at the two schools crossed paths enough.”

“Tell me about that last day with Tobi,” Macy asked.

His demeanor relaxed for just a moment, as if it were fifteen years ago and everything was as it should be. “Tobi almost forgot her backpack, but her mother saw it by the front door and ran it out to her. She was so focused on getting to the study session she almost forgot her books.”

“She was a good student?” Macy asked.

“Straight As,” he said with pride. “She worked and studied hard. She was on the verge of submitting her college applications. Her grades needed to be top notch so she could get a scholarship.”

The man grew silent for a moment as his shoulders stiffened. Reality had chased away the pleasant last moments. Neither Macy nor Nevada spoke. Each knew the man needed to tell his story in his own time.

Turner cleared his throat. “Tobi had only been driving on her own for six months, and we got worried when she drove off by herself.” He shook his head. “But there comes a time when you have to let them grow up, right?”

“Tobi never made it to the high school, did she?” Macy asked.

“The cops found our van at a parking lot a mile from the school. Sheriff Greene interviewed all the kids at the study session, but they said Tobi never came into the school.”

“Was she dating anyone at the time?” Macy asked.

“She’d gone out a few times with a kid from the debate team, but he’d been in Ohio at a math competition when she went missing. The cops cleared him right away.”

“Are you sure there wasn’t anyone else?” Macy pressed.

“I’ve been asked that question a lot. And the answer is always no. Tobi was focused on school, not boys.”

Macy knew young girls could and did hide many things from their parents. “When did you know something was wrong?”

“We had given her an eleven p.m. curfew. At half past eleven, I called her friend Jenna Newsome,” he said. “They were close that last year.”

“And what did Jenna say?”

“She said she didn’t know anything,” Turner said. “Jenna still lives in town, but I don’t know the exact address.”

“Was there anyone else close with Tobi?” Macy asked.

“She was friendly with the kids in the band. But she didn’t have much time for socializing. Are you going to talk to Jenna?” he asked.

“I am.”

“Okay, you speak to Jenna, then what?” Turner demanded. “It’s been fifteen years, and the cops came up with nothing. My girl was only found by accident.”

Macy sidestepped the comment. “When did you call Mr. Greene?”

“It was past midnight.” He shook his head. “I should have called the sheriff five minutes after eleven. It wasn’t at all like Tobi to be late, but my wife said to give her a little more time.”

“And did the sheriff launch a search?”

“The sheriff didn’t sound worried, and I remember I lost my temper. He said he’d look into it.”

“And did he?”

“He called me about three a.m. He said he’d heard word there was going to be a bonfire that night and he thought maybe she’d gone there. The football team and cheerleaders held the bonfires to get everyone excited about the game, but basically it was an excuse to get drunk. Tobi was forbidden to go.”

“Didn’t they hold the bonfires near the Wyatt barn?” Macy asked.