I See You (Criminal Profiler #2)(12)

“Can you tell us about the last day with your sister?” Vaughan asked.

She flattened her hands against her pants and rubbed them back and forth. Like the folded arms, it was a soothing move. “It was a really beautiful day. The sun was shining, and it was hot like today. My dad was also in a good mood.”

“He wasn’t always in a good mood?” Spencer asked.

“No. He worked really hard to keep the paving business going. He was up with the sun and rarely came home until after nine in the evening. Mom always did everything to keep him happy and the family together, but she was pretty sick by then. If Dad made it to dinner, the best we could get was a half smile or a grunt. Dad wasn’t a likable guy.”

“But he was in a good mood that day,” Vaughan said.

“He was in a terrific mood. He decided not to go into work that day, and he said he wanted to take us all to the mall. He said it was high time his family had a fun day together, and no time like now, seeing that Marsha was leaving for school again.”

“Weren’t you also leaving for college?” Spencer asked.

“No. Dad had told me in July that he did not have the money to send us both. I had to stay behind and work in the shop for a year.”

“That must have been difficult,” Spencer said.

“It wasn’t easy. But I understood that the money just wasn’t there.”

“Were you worried by your father’s unexpected behavior?” Spencer asked.

“More surprised. I was a little leery, but it didn’t take much convincing to win me over. Marsha was thrilled by the idea of an outing. But she was always in a good mood. Always positive no matter what. She loved the idea of doing anything fun.”

“You all got into the family van?” Spencer asked as she reached in a folder and removed a picture.

“And we drove to the Springfield Mall. Dad took us into Macy’s and told us to pick out whatever new outfit we wanted. That was a lot of fun. I had wanted a skirt I’d seen on television and thought maybe I could find it.”

“Did you?”

“No, but I found one just like it. It wasn’t on sale, but Dad said to get it anyway. We all came out of the store looking so great. Even Mom was enjoying herself. Then we went to the portrait studio, and Dad had a family picture taken. He also had one done of Marsha and me.”

Spencer removed the picture from her purse and handed the picture to Hadley. “Is this the family portrait?”

“Yes.” Hadley dropped her gaze to the image, and the fleeting glimmer of happiness in her gaze dimmed. She traced the faces of her mother and older sister. They were all smiling and looked like the picture-perfect family.

“When did you notice Marsha was missing?” Vaughan asked.

Hadley did not respond right away, but Vaughan and Spencer let the silence stretch. Cops understood that silence made most people uncomfortable, and they naturally wanted to fill it with words. His patience paid off when Hadley shifted her gaze to the picture.

“She was home for another week and then back to school. To earn extra money, she did some house-sitting. She had an overnight gig lined up, but at the last minute, she called and asked if I could take the job. I didn’t want to go, but I wanted the money, so I said yes.”

“Why did she cancel?” Spencer asked.

“She was going out to a club with friends,” Hadley said.

“Which friends?” Vaughan asked.

“I never asked. The cops asked me over and over where she went, but I couldn’t say. I wished I’d asked, but she was in a rush.” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Eighteen years ago, the police could never confirm where Marsha had gone that night. Her regular friends had not seen her, and she had never made it to any of the area’s clubs.

“Did your parents know she’d gone to a club?” Vaughan asked.

“No. Dad had already gone back to work, and Mom was exhausted and lying down. We both left and went our separate ways. When I got home the next morning, as soon as I pushed open the front door, Mom was freaking out. She said Marsha had not come home. She always came home. I used to kid her because she was such a Goody Two-Shoes.”

“Did Marsha have a boyfriend, maybe one she didn’t want your parents to know about?” Spencer asked.

“She dated a lot. Nothing that was ever serious. She was focused on school, and boys were kind of an afterthought.”

“Did Marsha ever mention any of the boys she dated?” Spencer asked.

“No. Mom called around, but no one had seen her. Finally, she called Dad at work, and he called the police. From there it just spiraled out of control. The cops came, then the FBI, and finally the reporters. It was next to impossible to go to work after that. I started spending more time with Mark and hiding out from the world. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks later. I’d just turned eighteen. Mark asked me to marry him, and it made sense for us to leave Virginia.”

“Your parents died within a year,” Vaughan said.

“Yeah. It was too much for Mom. Her health was bad then anyways, and Dad had a heart attack. After I left Virginia, we spoke on the phone a few times, but I never saw them again.”

Spencer’s brow knotted in thought. “Was there anyone who made threats against you or your family?”