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McLean, Virginia

Susan Donovan

Susan pulled into a parking spot in front of St. John's Academy. Just seeing the edifice made her sad. Eddie had been so excited when Ally was accepted.

Would she ever be able to look at the school again without his face popping up, sitting next to her in the car, staring at the school? "Do you think she'll like it?" he'd asked, and Susan had a.s.sured him that Ally would love it. She'd love anything her father did. That was how Ally rolled.

Susan huffed out a sigh and got out of the car. She walked along the sidewalk to the school's entrance and slipped inside. The headmaster's office was to the right. His administrative a.s.sistant, Gloria, had stepped away-there was no one else around. Susan tamped down her annoyance. She didn't like that her kid was all by herself, in trouble, scared and upset.



Ally was sitting on an adult-size chair in the reception area, her legs swinging over the edge as she fidgeted. Being still was always hard for Ally. She twiddled with her hair, bounced her little legs, chewed on her lip, tapped her fingers on the table. She was a restless child. Another thing she had in common with her father.

Ally spied Susan and her face crumpled. Good G.o.d, what had the girl done?

"Ally? Are you okay?" Susan knelt on the floor in front of the chair and gathered her eldest child in her arms, smelling her still-babyish scent. Clean. Ally always smelled so clean and fresh.

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to." She began to cry, tears building up like water drops from a leaky sink.

"Didn't mean to what?"

A throat cleared. Susan looked up to see the headmaster, all five foot six inches of him, rattling with displeasure.

"Why don't we discuss that in my office, Mrs. Donovan?"

"I'd like to hear it from Ally." She turned back to her girl. "Sweetheart, what did you do?"

"She's broken the honor code. Cheated," the headmaster p.r.o.nounced. "And you know the penalties for cheating. Don't you, Alina?"

"My kid? No way in h.e.l.l."

"Mrs. Donovan. Language."

Ally broke into fresh wails, and Susan stood and looked the headmaster in the eye. Language, my a.s.s.

"Hey. Threatening her isn't the way to handle this." He took a step back. Susan pulled a tissue from her purse and knelt down to wipe Ally's eyes.

"Sweetie, tell Mommy what happened?"

"I didn't cheat. I saw someone in the window. I was looking outside, not at Rachel's paper. I swear."

Susan watched her daughter for a moment. Ally wasn't p.r.o.ne to lies. Yes, she'd gone through a stage, like all children do, testing the boundaries of what was allowable, but that had been last year. She'd broken one of Susan's small Swarovski crystal figurines, and hid the evidence in her sock drawer. When Susan found it and asked her, she'd calmly said she didn't have any idea what had happened. Ten minutes later, she'd appeared at the laundry room door, face streaked in tears, and admitted her fabrication. Ally had been put on restriction for a week. Her first real grounding. It had made an impression. Now she was forthright and up front about everything, almost to the point of embarra.s.sment.

"Who did you see outside, baby?"

"I don't know. It was a stranger."

Stranger danger. Drilled into their precious heads along with SpongeBob and Cinderella.

"A woman or a man?"

"I don't know. It was fast, like they were peeking. Like a ghost." Her little face began to waver again. "They had a baseball cap. Like yours, Mommy. The red one from the football game. The one you were wearing..."

The day Eddie died. Susan had thrown the hat in the garbage, not wanting anything that would be such a ready reminder of the day they'd lost him.

Susan glanced at the headmaster, who had his arms crossed and was looking dubious.

"Mrs. Donovan, please. Can we talk in private?"

Susan nodded and kissed Ally on the forehead. "Hang on just a second, sweetie. I'll be right back. Do you want to color?"

Susan reached into her rapacious handbag for a pad and crayons, but Ally shook her head. "I'm fine, Mommy. I'll just wait and think."

A budding Zen master, her child.

She followed him inside the cool office and sat heavily in the chair across from the headmaster's desk.

"I don't believe she cheated, Headmaster. Ally is many things, but she's not a liar."

He shook his head, his gla.s.ses swinging on the cord around his neck in time, a little metronome of disapproval. "Mrs. Donovan, no one else saw this phantom at the window. And she and Rachel Bennett both misspelled misconstrue the same way."

There was irony for you. "Isn't it entirely possible that Rachel cheated off of Ally's paper?"

The headmaster frowned. "Anything is possible, Mrs. Donovan, but I'm afraid that we have to take Mrs. Werlin's word for it. She feels she saw Alina looking at Rachel's paper. She's the adult here, with no reason to obfuscate the truth."

Susan's back stiffened. "That's not enough proof for me. You can't expel Ally. I will raise holy h.e.l.l if you even try. My daughter is not a liar. If she says she saw someone outside, she did."

He sighed heavily. "I understand things are difficult right now. I don't want to add to your burden. But this can't go unpunished. I'll have to suspend Alina, at the very least, for causing a disturbance in cla.s.s."

"Fine," Susan said. "I'll take her home now. Will a week of suspension suffice?"

The headmaster finally looked uncomfortable. "Yes, Mrs. Donovan. And a permanent note in her record."

Susan bit her lip. It was utterly and completely unfair, but she just wanted to get out of there. She rose from her seat and nodded, then left the office.

"Come here, baby." She took Ally's hand and stood her up.

"Are you mad at me, Mommy?"

The headmaster had just come out of his office and was watching them.

She raised her voice a bit. "No, honey. I believe you. Let's go get some ice cream."

As they left, her cell phone began to chime. Six missed calls. The school had interrupted cell service inside the building to encourage a focused learning environment. She pulled it from her bag and saw the caller ID.

All six calls were from Betty Croswell.

Chapter Eighteen.

Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C.

Dr. Samantha Owens

Sam watched Detective Fletcher's face closely, looking for signs he wasn't giving her all the pieces of the puzzle.

"All right. Let's look at this in parts. On the surface, it looks like Donovan was carjacked, and shot from outside the car, with his own gun?"

"That's what the report says." Fletcher's eyes were hooded. He was skilled at not letting himself be read, but Sam was good at looking past the surface. He was holding something important back from her.

"But the gun was found in Georgetown."

Fletcher sighed. "Yes. Serial number matched the weapon he had registered in his name. According to this-" he shook the file in the air "-ballistics matched, too."

"I think we can safely say that this wasn't a random carjacking."

"I agree," Fletcher replied. "So if you'll get me that report on the sand in his lungs as soon as you can, I'd appreciate it."

He was dismissing her again. d.a.m.n it, she wanted to help. Why couldn't he get that through his thick head? She needed all the details if she was going to do any good.

There was another way she could stay involved. She smiled, friendly and open.

"Of course. As soon as I have it, I'll be in touch. Do you have any information on the other victim from Donovan's unit? I thought I heard you say they were doing the post today?"

"Nocek's doing it, I think." Fletcher stopped and eyed her. She saw a glimmer of respect, and the knowledge that he'd just been trumped. Now she was in.

"You wanna post him yourself?"

"I'm happy to lend a second set of eyes, if you'd like."

Fletcher pursed his lips for a moment, then nodded.

"That would be a help."

Sam smiled. "I don't know if they'll let me attend, but I can ask. I'll call Dr. Nocek now."

Dr. Nocek was, of course, happy to have her attend the postmortem. They'd forged a connection over Donovan's body, professional to professional. She liked him, he liked her. They were a good team, something no M.E. sneered at.

An hour later, Sam found herself back at the OCME, scrubbed, gloved and standing by as a tech got ready to make the Y-incision on Harold Croswell. Fletcher was established two feet to her left, a slight grimace on his face. He reminded her of a greyhound ready to bolt after a stuffed squirrel. Miserable, and desperate to run.

Croswell had been shot at close range twice, once in the chest, once in the forehead. Sam listened with impatience, rubbing her hands together under mental water-one Mississippi, two Mississippi-as Nocek danced around the body with a small ruler and read off the specifics.

"Body is that of an adult male Caucasian measuring seventy-one inches and weighing two hundred ten pounds. Normal presentation...a rectangular ink tattoo in black and yellow with the word Ranger on the upper left biceps... Multiple scars on various aspects of the torso and legs, with darkened areas consistent with old shrapnel wounds... Corneas are cloudy... Three-sixteenth-inch penetrating gunshot wound to the supraorbital ridge... Quarter-inch-diameter distant perforating gunshot on the left side of the chest... Marginal abrasion... No evidence of soot or powder tattooing around the entrance... . Okay, Frederick, please open him up."

Frederick, a woefully misnamed brute of a man, efficiently slit Croswell from stem to stern.

There was a brief delay while the ribs were cut-the bones snapping in two with a short audible crunch-and the breastplate lifted and removed, then the mess that was the inside of Croswell's chest appeared.

Nocek poked and prodded in the chest cavity. "Let's see... Wound track A pa.s.ses backward and downward through the sixth intercostal s.p.a.ce with perforation of the lower lobe of the left lung, the diaphragm and the liver, exits through the tenth intercostal in the back."

"Shooter was taller than him," Fletcher muttered, and Sam nodded in affirmation.

Or five feet tall and standing on a box. You could never be one hundred percent certain, but sometimes, police work had to go with the logical answer. Occam's razor.

Nocek had moved on to the head wound.

"Wound track B slightly downward... Skull fracture, evident fracture of the cribriform plate... Large subarachnoid hemorrhage..."

Nocek looked up, the microscopic lens he wore to see the details inside the brain magnifying his right eye into obscene proportions. He looked a bit like a lopsided fly.

"This was the kill shot, to be blunt."

"Thank you for that, Dr. Nocek." Fletcher was looking green. Sam wondered what the problem was. He was a veteran detective, had seen his share of head wounds. This wasn't particularly gruesome. It was actually rather tidy. Like a large red Milky Way across a gray-matter night sky.

Maybe he was just hungover.

"Let's take a look at the lungs first, if you please," Sam asked. Nocek didn't hesitate; she gathered he was as interested as she was to see if they were loaded with sand granulomas.

Frederick pulled the lungs from the organ scale and set them on the dissection board. It only took Nocek a few moments to lay bare the bronchial tree.

There it was, the same old scar tissue overlaid with fresh granulomas. Just like Sam had seen in Donovan's lungs.

"That's the sand you're talking about?" Fletcher asked.

"Yes," Sam replied. She took a small swab and ran it lightly across Croswell's trachea. "There's more here."

Nocek took samples, and then broke for a moment, stretching his long arms, the wrists cracking slightly.

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