Every Last Fear(69)

Worse, the headline: “A VIOLENT NATURE” BROTHERS SUSPECTS IN MURDER OF FAMILY.

“What the—” Matt looked around the room, appreciating the hostility now. “They think I had something to do with—” Matt felt his throat constrict. His mouth was bone-dry. “I was in New York. Danny’s in prison, for fuck’s sake. How could they say—I’m going to fucking sue them.”

Keller waited patiently, letting him get it all out. Finally Matt just sat staring at his coffee mug, trying to process it all.

“I’m really sorry,” Keller said.

Matt’s emotions were raging. He tried to read the story, but he couldn’t focus on the words. The world was tilting.

“I’m sorry,” the agent said again.

“Why would they say this?”

“I don’t know. Someone leaked that the crime scene may have been staged, the work of a professional, and that your father had an unusually large insurance policy. That’s probably all it took.”

Matt swallowed again, his mouth a desert.

“It’s not right,” Matt said, his voice laced with emotion.

“I know, Matthew,” Keller said.

“Is it true, that the scene was staged?”

Keller hesitated. “We’re still investigating,” she said. “But maybe.”

“The funeral is tomorrow. And everybody’s gonna think—” Matt repressed a sob. He needed to get it together.

“Here, have some water.” Keller slid Matt her glass and he downed it.

“There’s more, Matt. When the Mexican authorities returned your family, they included their effects. All of the phones and laptops had been wiped clean. And it wasn’t some mistake by the local cops taking the devices into inventory. They’d been scrubbed in a way that there was zero chance of retrieving any data; not even the most skilled computer forensics agents at the Bureau could recover anything. Whoever wiped them down knew what they were doing.”

“But who—why?” Matt’s voice was still quavering.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think it’s related to Danny’s case?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Matt wanted to scream, Then what the fuck do you know? But it wasn’t the agent’s fault.

As if reading his thoughts, Keller said, “Here’s what I do know: After your sister posted the video of the party on social media, she and your dad planned the Mexico trip to chase a lead.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A friend of Maggie’s from school is a computer whiz. Right before your family left for Mexico, she asked him to track down the location of a phone that called your dad’s phone. The kid traced it to Tulum, Mexico. And your father also made several Google searches about Tulum.”

“That’s why they went to Mexico? Tracking down some clue about my brother’s case?” It explained the spur-of-the-moment trip. And it smacked of Dad and Maggie.

“Also, Maggie asked her friend if it was possible to make a video call but digitally make it look like someone else was calling. The kid made her a video putting someone else’s face on your sister’s. I watched it and it looked real.”

“And let me guess,” Matt said. “It was Charlotte’s face.”

“How’d you know?” Keller asked.

“Apparently there are rumors that she’s still alive. That it wasn’t Charlotte’s body at the creek.”

Keller frowned.

Matt continued, “So if someone wanted to lure my sister—or, more likely, my father—somewhere, they might do it by pretending Charlotte was still alive.”

“It’s possible,” Keller said.

“But why get them to go all the way to Mexico? And who? Why?”

“I don’t know. I’m waiting on test results for some evidence found at the scene.”

“What evidence? What—”

“I’ll tell you more when I get the results; it could be nothing. But I’ve also got Carlita Escobar, the consular officer you met in Tulum, checking some things out.”

Matt would never forget Escobar, the tough woman who’d caused the Mexican cop to nearly piss himself. He felt an ache in his chest. It was so Maggie to be on the hunt for evidence.

Keller slid a computer tablet across the table.

Matt looked at the screen. It was the photo Maggie had sent him from Mexico.

“We enhanced the photo,” Keller said.

Matt stared at his father standing on a road in Tulum, the shadow of a bicycle, a sweat ring at his neck, like he’d been out for a ride. Keller put her index finger and thumb together on the screen and opened them, zooming in on the photo. Behind his father, a couple was standing in front of a building. And for the first time, Matt saw it.

“Oh my god,” Matt said, his pulse quickening. A shot of adrenaline galloped through him.

Maggie hadn’t really been taking a photo of her father, but using him as the pretext to shoot the couple. The woman was pretty, wore a bikini and shorts. And Matt suspected she had an Oklahoma accent. Right before she died, Maggie had sent Matt a photo of Hank.

But that wasn’t the thing that caused Matt’s heart to pound. No, it was the tall man next to Hank. He had a hand on his face, like he was going to wipe his brow. Or perhaps was trying to hide his face, only part of which was visible.