Until Dark - Mariah Stewart [25]
“Oh.” Kendra’s tired brain pondered momentarily, then gave up. “Well, in that case, I suppose the two parties could have already met up. Thanks.”
Kendra turned off all but the small light in the bathroom, then dropped into bed, grateful to stretch out her legs. The call forgotten, she was sound asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.
Chapter
Five
“How many do we have?” Kendra looked across the conference table in the State Police Barracks at Lieutenant Al Barker, who’d been instrumental in providing copies of the most up-to-the-minute details of the investigation into the death of Karen Meyer. “How many witnesses actually saw the suspect?”
“Well, there were seven people who stepped forward, but only two actually gave what appears to be a credible account.” Barker leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Caucasian male, approximately six feet tall, early to mid-twenties. Dark hair, dark glasses, dark clothing, dark van. Nothing that we didn’t already have from the priors.”
“I’ll need to speak with them individually,” a frustrated Kendra told him, wondering what had happened to Adam’s directive that no one speak with the witnesses. Lieutenant Barker apparently thought it applied to everyone except him.
“We’re having a list typed up for you and will bring in whomever you need.” Barker paused, then added, “We’d like to run that sketch of yours in tomorrow morning’s paper.”
“If it holds up against the witnesses, it’s yours.”
Adam entered the room accompanied by a tall, leggy woman with ice blue eyes and dark hair neatly pulled back from her face and clipped at the nape of her neck.
“You must be Miranda Cahill.” Kendra smiled.
“Since we’ve never met, I’m going out on a limb here and guess that you know my sister.” The woman extended her hand to Kendra.
“I know that you and Portia are identical twins, so it sounds silly to even comment on how alike you are, but it is amazing. Even your voices are similar. The two of you must have had some good times when you were younger.”
“Actually, we’re mirror-image twins. And yes, we did have some fun with it. Still do, actually.” Miranda grinned. “Just because we’re mature, responsible individuals entrusted by our government to carry guns doesn’t mean we’re above sometimes impersonating each other when circumstances dictate.”
“Well, as one who fell victim to the infamous ‘Cahill switch,’ I suggest we change the subject.” Adam pulled out a chair for Miranda, then one for himself.
“Oh, forgot about that one.” Miranda turned to Lieutenant Barker and explained, “Portia, Adam, and I were at the Academy together.”
Lieutenant Barker nodded slowly, contemplating the havoc two beautiful, identical women could create if they set their minds to it.
“Miranda’s part of the posse, sent to help us out,” Adam explained. “She’ll be visiting with the families of the victims over the next few days to see if there are any common threads.”
“Kendra.” Miranda turned to her. “I’ve seen your sketch. I’d like to take it with me.”
Kendra hesitated. “I’m not certain it’s complete.”
Adam frowned. “What do you think you’re missing? All of the descriptions we’ve gotten so far have been the same. Dark shock of hair falling over the forehead. Face partially covered by dark glasses. Height, build, age, all the same . . .”
“I guess I was hoping to lock into a few distinguishing facial features.” Kendra tapped her pencil on the table.
“You can’t draw what no one has seen.”
“Well, I keep hoping to find someone who has seen him up close and personal.”
“Three did,” Lieutenant Barker reminded her. “Part of what we’re trying to do here is to prevent him from getting that close to anyone else again.”
“All right. But could you not release it publicly until we’ve spoken with the witnesses here? Someone might give us something that can help me refine the sketch.”
“I’ll check back with you at the end of the day,” Miranda agreed.
Kendra handed over her sketch. “Can you have some copies made?”
“I’ll be right back with them.” Barker took the drawing that Kendra