Cut and Run(26)

“That’s not what Mrs. Myers said.”

“Who’s Mrs. Myers?”

“She’s with social services. She came to talk to me a few weeks ago. She told me it would be better for me to close this chapter and get on with my life because I’m so young.”

Faith gripped the wheel, speaking with as much calm as she could muster. “You never told me about the visit.”

Kat shrugged, as if to say, “Whatever.”

“Going forward, don’t speak to anyone about adoption unless I’m there. This is huge. You won’t be doing this alone.”

Kat flipped the sun visor up and down a few times, then reached for the radio and turned it up again. “Why’re you being so nice to me?”

This time, Faith turned the radio completely off from the control on her steering wheel. “I like you, Kat. I can help you with placing or keeping the baby. I can also help with your college, if you’ll let me.”

“College. Might as well land on the moon.”

“No. It’s not that kind of a long shot.”

“What if I don’t want help with school or the baby?”

Faith turned a corner and then shot the girl a grin. “Then you’re shit out of luck, kid, because I’m probably going to continue to butt my nose into your life until I know you’re on solid ground.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at Kat’s lips as she turned the radio on again. They listened to a rap song that had Kat sitting a little taller and finally tapping her hand on her knee. Faith’s mind drifted back to the image of Josie Jones. Could all this be as simple as a note in a datebook?

“Are you going to track down this Josie Jones woman, or what?” Kat asked.

“I just need a little time to digest it all. It’s fairly overwhelming, but yeah, eventually, I’m going to get to the bottom of this.”





CHAPTER NINE

Tuesday, June 26, 12:45 p.m.

Hayden and Brogan arrived back at headquarters to view Officer Holcombe’s dashcam as well as the security footage videos that had been forwarded to Hayden’s computer. The uniforms had tracked down three cameras that had captured a dark truck driving in the direction of Comal Pocket Park and Macy Crow’s crash site.

Hayden shrugged off his jacket and brewed a fresh pot of coffee.

He handed Brogan a cup, and the two sat in front of the computer screen. The first block of dashcam footage showed the path of Holcombe’s vehicle charging forward, lights flashing on the buildings of East Austin as her headlights caught the park’s west side seconds before she came to an abrupt stop. The audio recorded the squeal of her tires as the visual captured Sammy Kent screaming by Agent Crow’s contorted body lying on the ground.

Officer Holcombe sounded breathless, amped, the slight edge of panic contained when she called in the incident, requesting backup and an ambulance, and then offered a description of the situation. As she ran forward, the jostling image of her camera was hard to follow until she stopped and leaned over Macy Crow. Her hand was trembling as she felt the injured woman’s neck for a pulse.

“She’s alive, barely. Head trauma. Broken bones.” A split second passed and then more calmly, “Ma’am, the police are here. Just lie still. Help is on the way.”

“Oh, Jesus H. Christ!” Sammy shouted. “That truck came out of nowhere and just mowed her down.”

“What truck, Sammy?” Holcombe asked.

“A dark-blue, maybe black truck.”

“Did you see the plates?”

“ATX something. Oh, sweet Jesus, is she dead? There’s so much blood! Sweet Jesus.”

Blood oozed from the woman’s scalp as the wail of sirens grew closer. Sounds gurgled in the woman’s throat. Hayden could see Macy’s lips moving.

“Ma’am, I need you to stay still,” Holcombe said. “The ambulance is almost here. You’re going to be all right. Help is here.”

“Jesus, look at her arm,” Brogan said, mostly to himself.

All Hayden saw was Faith. Intellectually, he knew it wasn’t her, but that’s all his mind registered. Beautiful Faith, broken and battered. He resisted the urge to call her a second time, even though he needed to hear the sound of her voice.

“Don’t try to move,” Holcombe said. Agent Crow tried to raise her head. She was trying to talk. Officer Holcombe lowered her head closer to the injured woman. “Do you know who did this to you?”

“Jack?” The woman went still for a moment, but the officer remained crouched close. Sirens grew ever louder. And then the woman moved again. “Paige.”

The paramedic crew arrived, and the officer reported what she’d seen as they went to work on Agent Crow.

The audio captured Holcombe’s desperate whispering. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” The officer who’d been so steady when he’d spoken to her was struggling to get control of her own emotions.

“Jack is her father,” Brogan said. “Who is Paige?”

“A teenager who went missing recently.” Hayden rubbed his hand over the stubble on his jaw. “Let me put in another tape.”

Security footage from the store across the street from the park captured a truck driving into the park at 2:01 a.m. Its lights were off, and it moved slowly toward a darkened corner and waited. Five minutes later Crow came into the camera’s view as she passed. He saw her pause and talk to Sammy, move to the ATM, and then hand something to Sammy. Just as she left Sammy, the vehicle came out of the shadows and barreled directly toward her.