that happened the night before last.”
“Yeah. Awful thing.”
Brennan said, “Some FBI agents and I have been looking at a security feed, and we see that a waste collection truck went by the victim’s house at about the time of the murder. There was a guy on foot alongside that truck, and he acted a little oddly.”
Riley could hear the director gasp.
He said, “Surely you don’t suspect any of our sanitation guys.”
Brennan said, “Honestly, Roger, we don’t know what the hell to think. But we need to know who was working that particular route that night.”
“Our guys usually work alone,” the director replied. “Now that we’re using these robotic arm pickup vehicles, they don’t even interact with people on their routes anymore. Generally speaking, things are better this way.”
Brennan told him Robin Scoville’s address.
“OK, I’ll see what I can find out,” the director said.
Riley and her colleagues heard clattering on a keyboard. Then the director spoke again.
“I may have found out something for you. This is a little unusual. The driver on that route’s name is Dick Abbott. That night he did have someone kind of working with him, a young guy named Wesley Mannis. It seems that Wesley lives at Wilburton House, an IDD facility.”
Jenn asked, “IDD?”
“Intellectual and developmental disabilities,” the director said.
Chief Brennan squinted and asked, “So does that mean he’s retarded or physically handicapped or …?”
“I wouldn’t know,” the director said. “But the facility and the city run a program together for live-in IDD residents. The city hires the residents for jobs outside the facility, helping them transition into regular lives. This Wesley Mannis was part of that program, and his job was sort of a made-up one, something that wouldn’t be too demanding. Really, he just walked alongside the truck and made sure no garbage got dropped. Not much of a job, but it gave him something to do until …”
The director paused. Riley had to bite her tongue to keep from asking …
“Until what?”
After another clatter of keys, the director said, “Two days ago the driver filed a report that Wesley disappeared sometime during that morning’s shift. We’re required to do that when these workers don’t show up or wander off.”
“That was the morning Robin Scoville was murdered,” Jenn said.
“Can you pinpoint the time?” Brennan asked.
“No,” the director replied. “This doesn’t say exactly when, where, or why Wesley skipped out. Apparently Wesley just walked away somewhere along the route and the driver didn’t miss him right away. The Public Works Department alerted Wilburton House that one of their residents had walked off on a job and … well, that’s all the report says.”
Riley asked, “Nothing about whether Wesley eventually turned up at Wilburton House?”
“No, I guess you’ll have to find that out from the staff there.”
“We’ll do that, thanks,” Chief Brennan said.
He ended the call and looked back and forth at Riley and her two colleagues.
“What do you think?” he asked the three agents. “Maybe this Wesley Mannis is our killer?”
Riley had no idea, and judging from their silence, she was sure neither Jenn nor Bill did either.
“If he is,” Jenn finally said tentatively, “we’ve got him.”
“Now wouldn’t that be nice and easy?” Bill muttered.
But the possibility didn’t quite add up to Riley. Had the same resident from the same facility gone to New Haven a week ago and killed Vincent Cranston during his morning jog on the Friendship Woods trail? Riley found that hard to believe.
She said to Brennan, “We need to check in with Wilburton House.”
Brennan nodded and punched another number on his cell phone.
When he got the facility’s female receptionist on the line, he said, “Police Chief Clark Brennan here. I’ve got three FBI agents listening in on this call. We need to know—do you have a live-in resident there named Wesley Mannis?”
“Yes.”
“Is he in the facility right now?”
“I’ll check.” After a brief pause, the receptionist said, “Yes, he’s in his room.”
Apparently unsure what to ask next, Brennan looked appealingly at Riley and her colleagues.
Riley said to the receptionist, “We need to know about Wesley Mannis’s activities two days ago, during the very early morning hours.”
A short silence fell.
Then the receptionist said, “I’m sorry, and I hope you understand, but I’m not very comfortable sharing information about a patient over the phone like this. Could you come and talk to someone on the staff in person?”
“We’ll be right there,” Chief Brennan said.
Brennan drove Riley and her colleagues across town to Wilburton House. As Brennan parked his car, Riley was impressed by the size of the facility, which looked like a tastefully designed small mansion.
As they all went inside, they were immediately greeted by a tall, willowy, smiling woman dressed in cheerful pastel colors.
She stepped toward the police chief and shook his hand and said, “You must be Clark Brennan. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Dr. Amy Rhind, and I’m the director of the facility.”
Riley, Bill, and Jenn produced their badges and introduced themselves to her. Dr. Rhind invited them to sit down in the comfortable lobby.
She said, “I understand that you’re here about one of our residents, Wesley Mannis.”
Her brow knitted with worry and she added, “I’m glad you’re here. Perhaps you can help us understand what has happened to him. I’m afraid it’s something of a mystery.”
That word jolted Riley a little.
A mystery.
She’d been hoping for answers, not questions.
She heard Bill groan softly.
A mystery?
This might not be so nice and easy after all.
CHAPTER NINE
Riley was beginning to feel worried. They had come here looking for a solution, not for another mystery. She couldn’t imagine what Dr. Rhind had meant just now when she’d said …
“Perhaps you can help us understand what has happened to him.”
Hadn’t the receptionist just told Riley and her colleagues on the phone that Wesley Mannis was in his room?
Riley asked, “Are you saying that Wesley is missing?”
Dr. Rhind shook her head. “No, he’s here, but …” She fell silent for a moment and said, “Could you please explain why you’re here?”
Chief Brennan said, “Dr. Rhind, we understand that Wesley is part of a program your facility has worked out with the city. He’s been working with a sanitation driver during an early morning shift. Is that right?”
“That’s right,” Dr. Rhind said.
Brennan continued, “Well, we caught him on a security video. He was right outside the home of a woman who was murdered that night. Then he disappeared from view.”
Dr. Rhind’s eyes widened.
She said, “Oh, no. Surely you don’t suspect that Wesley …”
Her