Blind Alley - Iris Johansen [20]
“I think we'd prefer you to have company for the next few days.”
“I thought you would.” She headed for the door. “So much for my brand-new license.”
Ruth's name is Caroline Halliburton,” Christy said when Joe walked into the precinct three hours later. “She worked at a brokerage office downtown and her parents live up north in Blairsville. She has an apartment in Buckhead and she didn't show up for work last Monday. On Wednesday she was reported missing by a friend who worked with her.”
“Is that who identified the photo?” Joe asked.
“No, actually one of our clerks in the department remembered seeing the photo when they were processing the missing person report.”
Joe swore in exasperation. “We did the usual missing person check before I released the photo to the newspaper. We came up with nothing.”
“So what's new? Since the latest budget cuts we're a month behind in paperwork and at least four months behind at the DNA lab.” Christy glanced at the sketch Joe had tossed down on her desk and then gave a low whistle. “This is damn good, Joe. Is it accurate?”
“Absolutely.”
She grinned. “He's a real pretty boy. I'd let a con artist like him talk me into almost anything. It's no wonder Jane was impressed enough to remember him.”
“She didn't notice he was particularly good-looking. She just drew what she saw.”
“Yeah, sure. For God's sake, she's seventeen, Joe. Appearance is everything to teenagers. He's as sexy as a damn movie star.” She held up her hand as Joe opened his mouth. “Okay, she's above all that. She's not like my daughter Emily, or ninety-nine percent of her age group.” She made a rude sound of derision and stood up. “I'll get this scanned right away and sent to Scotland Yard.”
“Thanks, Christy.”
She grinned. “My pleasure. I'm not like Jane. I like looking at handsome devils like him.”
“He may well be a devil,” Joe said. “You call him a con man, but we don't know that he didn't do the killings himself.”
“No, we don't.” Christy's smile faded as she looked down at the sketch. “Pity.”
Joe watched her as she moved away through the row of desks before he flipped open the Caroline Halliburton file in front of him. He'd been prepared for the photo but it still gave him a shock. The photo made from Eve's construction had been true to life, but this was the picture of the woman herself. She'd been twenty-four at the time of her death, but this photo had been taken a few years before and the resemblance to Jane was very strong.
It scared the hell out of him.
“Joe.”
He looked up to see Christy standing before him. “That was fast. I wouldn't think you'd have time to—”
“We've got another one.” She turned off the cell phone on which she'd been talking. “Lake Lanier. Some scuba divers found a body, marked the location, and notified the authorities.”
Joe flipped the file shut and jumped to his feet. “You're sure?”
“As sure as I can be.” She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “She had no damn face.”
It was her!
Aldo couldn't believe it. It was a miracle.
His heart was beating hard as he gazed at the photo.
She was staring out at the world with a boldness that dared all comers. Fresh, young, and impregnable.
No, not impregnable, Cira. Not from me.
He wrote down the name.
Jane MacGuire.
Not Jane.
Cira. Cira. Cira.
He quickly copied the address on the record.
He was shaking, he realized. Trembling with delight that the moment had come. The others had been close but she was exact, perfection. There could be no doubt that this was the face he'd seen all his life and in his nightmares. He was quivering with fear that something or someone would snatch her away from him.
No, that mustn't be allowed to happen. He'd traveled too long, devoted too much time to the search, purged too many Cira pretenders.
But Jane MacGuire wasn't a pretender. She was Cira.
And she deserved to die.
Darkness.
No air.
No time.
She wasn't going to make it.
The hell she wasn't.