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I See You (Criminal Profiler #2)(26)
Author: Mary Burton

“She mentioned that her sister died when she was a teenager. Said something about a car accident,” Mrs. Pollard said. “It’s odd that you should ask about her family. Normally, she had a bright smile on her face and a great disposition. But about a month ago, I saw her struggling with a garden hose, and she suddenly started to cry. I asked her if she was okay, and she said she’d run into someone who reminded her of her sister’s death.”

“Did she mention a name?” Zoe asked.

“No. In fact, it was like she caught herself and stopped talking. Next thing I knew, she was smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tuesday, August 13, 3:30 p.m.

Alexandria, Virginia

Just over Eight Hours after the 911 Call

Vaughan and Spencer spent the next several hours knocking on doors and talking to the immediate neighbors. Another woman confirmed the Lexus had left well before dawn, closer to five than six. However, no one had seen anything unusual.

Their one and only witness to whatever had happened in the Foster home was Mark Foster. Now that he’d had a few hours to rest, it was time to talk with him again. They pushed through the hospital doors and made their way to the charge nurse on the floor. She told them Foster was conscious and threatening to check out if he couldn’t talk to the cops again.

“Well, he’s about to get his wish,” Vaughan said. He thanked the nurse, and the two walked toward his room. Vaughan stopped to speak to the uniformed officer. “Has he said anything?”

The female cop rose from her chair and shook her head. “He yelled at the nurses about a half hour ago when they tried to give him a sedative. He refuses to turn off the television news.”

“Any reactions to the news story?” Vaughan asked.

She checked her phone. “We’re starting to get calls. Some say they’ve seen the two, but the few we’ve followed up have been bogus. The networks have also posted Skylar’s and Hadley’s pictures on their websites and have listed both as missing and endangered. Nikki McDonald has updated her site four times today with video footage.”

“Has he had any visitors?” Vaughan asked the nurse.

“A couple of reporters tried to get up to the floor, but hospital security stopped them. It is the beauty of a lockdown unit.”

“Thanks,” Vaughan said.

In the room, they found Foster sitting up in his bed, surfing the television channels. When Vaughan stepped inside the room, Foster shut off the television and faced them. His face was pale, and deep bags hung under bloodshot eyes. White bandages on his arm and chest stuck out from under his hospital gown.

“Have you found my wife and daughter?” he demanded.

“Not yet.” Vaughan watched the man closely, knowing in his gut Foster was hiding something.

“What the hell have you been doing all morning? They’ve been gone for hours!” he shouted.

“We’ve been searching for your wife and daughter,” Vaughan said calmly as he approached the bed.

“But you haven’t found them!” Foster countered.

“We found your Lexus in a cemetery off of King Street. There was no sign of your family.”

Foster closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips into his lids as he drew in a staggering breath. “This is a nightmare. We were all supposed to fly to the Caribbean over Thanksgiving. I had just bought the tickets.”

Vaughan and Spencer exchanged glances. It was another small detail that he could easily verify. “I spoke to Roger Dawson. Did you know your wife was having an affair with him?”

Foster’s brows drew together, and his jaw tightened. “I knew. Hadley and I have both made mistakes in our marriage, but we got past that.”

“Dawson said your wife was planning to leave you.” It was a pain Vaughan was familiar with, though by the time his ex-wife had decided to leave, he had been glad to see her go.

Foster swallowed and reached for a cup of water on the bedside table beside him. He slowly sipped through a straw. “He’s lying. Hadley and I were solid.”

“Skylar’s boyfriend said you and your wife were fighting a great deal,” Spencer said.

Foster folded his arms, wincing as he shifted. “That boy does not know what’s going on in my house. What he’s heard is from Skylar, who doesn’t fully understand what she thinks she’s heard. Aren’t all teenage girls dramatic?”

“If she knew her parents’ marriage was crumbling, she had a right to be upset,” Spencer said.

“Sometimes Skylar overreacts,” Foster explained.

Foster’s repeated use of present tense could have been wishful thinking on his part, or it could have indicated he knew more than he was saying.

“From where I’m sitting,” Vaughan said, “I’m looking at a guy with injuries that aren’t that bad. His house and car are covered in blood, and his family is missing.”

“What are you saying?” Foster demanded.

“Your neighbor said she spoke to your wife recently.”

“Which neighbor?”

“Sarah Pollard. She said Hadley seemed upset about an encounter back in July. Hadley said the person she ran into reminded her of her sister’s death.”

“Sarah is the neighborhood gossip, and half her stories are wrong.” He scraped his thumbnail against the side of the plastic water cup.

“Did Hadley ever talk about her sister?” Vaughan asked.

“Sometimes she has nightmares about Marsha, and they upset her.”

“Did she talk about them?” Spencer asked.

“No. Every time I brought up her sister, Hadley would shut down. I wanted her to talk to a psychologist. She wouldn’t but finally agreed to a prescription of sleeping pills.”

“How well did you know Marsha?” Spencer asked.

“She was a nice gal. I didn’t see her often because she was away at college.”

“Did she date anyone that last summer?” Spencer asked.

“I’m sure she did. Guys liked Marsha, and Larry had a lot of men working for him who thought she was attractive,” Foster said.

“Slater said you worked part time that last summer at the Prince paving company, correct? Do you remember any of the employees’ names?”

“Larry used a lot of day laborers. How could I possibly remember them all?”

“Just thought your paths would have crossed,” Vaughan said.

“I didn’t socialize with them,” Foster said.

“Did Hadley want to return to Alexandria?” Spencer asked.

“It took some convincing to get her to return to Alexandria last year. The area holds lots of bad memories. Why are you asking me about Marsha and my job transfer? Neither has anything to do with what happened to my family today.”

Instead of answering, Spencer asked, “What might have triggered the recent dreams and her agitation?”

“I don’t know.” Foster dropped his head back against his pillow.

“Can you pinpoint the time?” Vaughan asked.

“It was around the Fourth of July weekend.” He sounded weary, almost gutted.

“That’s very specific.”

“I remember because we were going to a party, and she said our cooler looked old, and we needed a new one. I told her it was fine, but she ran out to the hardware store to pick up a new one. After she got back, she didn’t say much the entire weekend.”

Vaughan noted the date. “Maybe she was sick.”

“It’s never good when Hadley is quiet. Something must have happened.”

“Did you try to find out?” Spencer asked.

“I asked her a dozen times, but she kept saying she was fine.”

“Could she have had a stalker?” Spencer asked.

His eyes brightened as he shook his head. “She could have. Do you think a stalker attacked us today?”

“I don’t know,” Vaughan said. “What do you think?”

“All I know is that I didn’t hurt my wife and daughter, if that’s what you are getting at. I love them both and would do anything to protect them. I would die for them.”

“Even if your wife told you she was leaving?” Vaughan asked quietly. “You might not have meant to hurt her, but your temper flared. Maybe you walked out of the room to gather your temper, but as you stood in the kitchen and stared at the knives, your rage exploded. You lost it.”

“That’s not what happened,” Foster said.

“You grabbed a knife and stabbed your wife,” Vaughan pressed.

“No!”

“Your daughter must have gotten into the mix, and she had to be dealt with, too,” Vaughan said. “Did she help you get her mother to the car? Maybe you told Skylar you needed to get Hadley to the hospital?”

“No!” Foster lurched forward and then immediately fell back against the sheets, his face contorted with pain, anger, and grief. “That is not true. I did not hurt my wife or daughter. I’ve always protected them.”

Vaughan hadn’t worked out all the details of what had happened this morning at the Foster home, but he was certain Foster was lying about all or part of it.

“Where are your wife and daughter now?” Spencer asked.

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