hope brightened. “Schuyler would have been on that class list, but the phone number would have been for the foster parents who don’t have her anymore. It could have been impulsive....”
He was already shaking his head, even though he hated to dim the light in her eyes. “I’ll check. You can count on that. But if your sister was going to take Brianna to a friend’s house, why wouldn’t she have stopped at home first to let her pack a bag? Plus, it doesn’t explain why the accident happened where it did.”
Her shoulders sagged. “You’re right.” Then she cried, “Oh, why doesn’t she wake up and tell us what happened?”
She sounded as if she was angry at her sister, which might be natural, or might not.
“Melissa,” he said, pursuing the thought. “The two of you close?”
Jane’s gaze slid from his in what he recognized as evasion. “Yes.” She hesitated. “I mean, we have our moments. Don’t most siblings?”
“Sure,” Clay said easily. “My brother and I beat the crap out of each other every now and again just for the hell of it.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “I can safely say that Lissa and I never get violent. We just, um, have stretches where we don’t talk very often. You know.”
No, he didn’t, but he wanted to. “What about lately? Have you been talking? Would you know if anything was going on with her?”
“Anything?”
“Say, trouble with her husband.”
Some anger fired up on her face. “The husband who is in ICU right now holding her hand and praying for all he’s worth?”
“Two people can fight and still care about each other.”
“But you’re suggesting something a lot worse than fighting.”
Yeah, now that she mentioned it, he was. He couldn’t help thinking of a couple of moments where something had been really off with Drew Wilson. It was a gut feeling more than anything else, but Clay trusted his gut.
“I’m trying to get a complete picture, that’s all. You’d be doing the same if you were in my shoes.”
She slanted a suddenly suspicious look at him. “Why were you at the accident site so early on? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Clay shook his head. “Nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
He moved his shoulders, trying without success to ease the new tension. “I’d come in for a few hours to catch up on reading reports.”
She nodded. She’d been at work on a sunny Saturday, too.
“One of my detectives was taking a report from Drew. He’d given his name, and then I heard him talking about Melissa and Brianna. It clicked that he had to be your brother-in-law and that it was your sister who was missing.” He grimaced. “I was curious.”
Jane studied him, long enough for it to become uncomfortable. Her pupils dilated slightly, as if...he didn’t know. Finally she gave a funny little nod. “Thank you.”
Which meant she knew he’d stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong because he was worried about her. “If it had been the other way around...”
“You’re right.” Now she didn’t want to meet his eyes. “I’d have been curious, too.”
There was a bump in his chest, as if his heart had maybe skipped a beat. Was she implying...? Something else he didn’t know.
Damn. Focus. Do your goddamn job.
“You didn’t really answer my question. Was Melissa speaking to you lately? For some reason you want me to think everything was sweetness and light between her and Drew, but I need to know if it wasn’t.”
She averted her face. He sat through the silence while she struggled with herself. When she finally looked back at him, her expression was guarded.
“No, we haven’t been getting along well lately. Like I said, we have...tensions. There’s three years between us, and after Mom took off I sort of stepped in as a mother figure. Then Lissa was only seventeen when Dad died and she lived with me until she graduated from high school. Especially once she hit about thirteen, she resented me having any authority over her. Her favorite line was, ‘You’re not my mother and you can’t tell me what to do.’” Jane shrugged. No biggie, she was trying to convince him. What had she said? Ancient history.
Too bad he didn’t buy it.
“Rivalry for your dad’s attention?”
Her expression shut down with the finality of a steel door. He didn’t have to hear the lock to know it had slid into place.
“No,” she said, and that was all.
Oh, man, he wanted to pursue the subject, but had an uneasy feeling he was straying into personal territory. Yes, he wanted to know Jane, but right now, the people he needed to know were her sister, her brother-in-law and the missing niece.
“Drew and I are friends.” Jane didn’t sound as if she wanted to tell him, but felt compelled to. “If they were really having problems, he would have told me. Like I said, there was the job thing and the question of whether they’d move if he found a good enough one, but he hadn’t yet, so—” She lifted one shoulder.
“Is he good with the kids?” Clay made his tone casual.
“Drew?” Jane looked genuinely surprised. “Sure. Hey, right now, he’s the one who’s home with them. That’s probably why Lissa took Bree with her. Especially with her two friends having moved away, Bree probably needed some exclusive mom time.”
She didn’t know that Drew had implied Melissa had felt extreme reluctance to take her daughter along. Because she’d been cranky and wanted some peace and quiet? Or because she’d never intended to run the errand that was her ostensible reason for leaving the house?
Or—and this was the big or in Clay’s book—was the whole story fiction? Melissa Wilson’s supposed trip to Rite Aid, the possibility she and her husband had squabbled about whether she was going to take Brianna, the later phone call... It all came from the same man.
Not the phone call; Clay had verified that there was a call lasting just under one minute from Melissa’s phone to Drew’s. But what was said, who’d actually dialed the call, that was all in question as far as Clay was concerned.
His least favorite scenario involved the pedophile who got lucky and happened on a really pretty little girl trying to flag down a passing motorist.
But he had some others that would keep him awake, too, and they involved Drew Wilson.
What if he and his wife had done more than squabble? What if they’d had a nasty fight? If she fled, he might have pursued and been responsible for running her off the road. He could have Brianna stashed somewhere so she couldn’t tell what had really happened. He might figure he could brainwash her, then have her miraculously restored to him.
Or what if he was sexually molesting his eldest daughter, and he really couldn’t afford it if either she or his wife talked?
Jesus. What if he’d killed his daughter and then chased down his wife to shut her mouth? So far, Clay hadn’t found a witness to confirm anything beyond the fact that Drew had dropped his younger daughter off at the neighbor’s without saying anything but that he thought maybe his wife’s car had broken down and he needed to go check on her. His frantic appearance at the police station could be a con job.
And Clay didn’t like being conned.
He was honest enough with himself to admit that he also didn’t like the idea that Jane had a closer relationship with her brother-in-law than she did with her sister.
Once he finished