Darling was trying to put all the clues back together but couldn’t help but see them now as two separate lines, running sloppily parallel next to each other.
“Two people would make killing and cleaning up after Jane Doe easier,” she said aloud. “A rich man like Nigel wouldn’t have a problem finding a killer for hire with his wealth.”
Oliver didn’t skip a beat. “I know you are keen on thinking Nigel is behind this, but I’m telling you, it’s not him. Thomas caught him crying yesterday, just after Derrick called to tell him about how Jane Doe was killed.” He knew now that had been an attempt to shake whatever truth Nigel had about the woman free. “Do you really think Nigel Marks would cry over a mistress he’d killed? If it’s anyone in that family, I’d bet it’s the wife. They share the wealth. She just as easily could have fronted the money for a contract killer.”
Darling held in her rebuttal. Her desire for Nigel Marks to pay for all of his indiscretions was great, but she was finding the idea of him being behind Jane Doe’s murder didn’t quite sit right with her anymore. Although she wasn’t ready to point the finger at Elizabeth, either. She still believed the older woman was too smart to do something so stupid. And if she really thought about it, if Elizabeth was going to kill anyone, it would probably be her husband.
“We need to figure out who our Jane Doe is,” Darling said instead.
A booming knock sounded at the front door. It was so unexpected that Darling almost fell off her stool. Oliver’s reflexes were a lot more productive. He was off his stool and standing in front of Darling, using his body as a human shield. He had even reached back to help steady her.
“I’m not expecting anyone,” Darling whispered. “If you were wondering.”
Oliver nodded and reached over the bar to the kitchen counter. He pulled two of the steak knives out of their wooden holder next to the toaster. He passed one to Darling and brandished the other. She grabbed the handle of her knife and watched wide-eyed as the bodyguard silently crossed the room and sidled up to the front door.
The knock sounded again. Oliver waited for it to stop before calling out.
“Who’s there?”
Darling marveled at how controlled he was. He looked like a man about to go to war. Calm, calculating and also ready for whatever what was about to happen.
“Chief Sanderson!”
Darling relaxed, but when Oliver didn’t, she tightened her grip on the knife handle. Slowly the bodyguard cracked open the door. He must have been okay with what he saw. He straightened his back and opened the door wide. The knife in his hand remained there, but the chief didn’t seem to mind it as he looked between them.
“Sorry to intrude, but I have some new information I’d like to talk to you about,” Chief Sanderson said. Darling hadn’t been too focused on the chief when she had ridden in his truck that morning, but now she could see as clear as day that he hadn’t been getting much sleep, if any. Dark circles hung beneath each eye, and there was a droop to his shoulders as he moved to the chair next to the couch. Darling swiveled her stool around to face him while Oliver took point, standing between the two.
“Is it about Derrick? Is he okay?” Darling asked out of the gate. If anything happened to Derrick, it would be her fault. Derrick was one of the few friends she could claim as her own. She might not have been in love with him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t loyal to him.
“No, he’s fine. Sleeping last time I checked in,” he assured her. “You two expecting company?” The chief looked at the knife in Darling’s hand. Heat rose in her neck, and she put the weapon back on the counter. Oliver relaxed his hand but didn’t put his knife down.
“We weren’t, and that was the problem,” he said with a nonapologetic smile.
The chief let out a chuckle. “Better safe than sorry,” he said.
“So what’s the news, Chief?” Darling asked. For him to personally visit was out of character.
“Well, we finally found what we believe to be Jane Doe’s car.”
“That’s wonderful,” Darling exclaimed. Surely they could find out who she was now. That was a break they all needed. The chief, however, didn’t seem as enthused. She shared a look with Oliver. He didn’t understand the chief’s current emotion, either.
“The car was stripped. No plates. No insurance.”
“Then how do you know it belongs to Jane Doe?” Oliver asked.
Chief Sanderson’s face was absolutely stony when he responded. “We found the murder weapon on the front seat. A blunt object that fits the indention in Jane Doe’s skull with trace amounts of blood on it.”
“So—if you can get her prints—you should be able to ID her now. At least faster, I hope, than sending her blood off?” Oliver supplied.
The chief shook his head. “She isn’t in the criminal database, so unless she’s been printed at some point in her life, it’ll still be difficult to see who she is. The system isn’t perfect and sometimes, no matter how hard we try, it doesn’t work.” He cracked a smile. It wasn’t happy. It was downright malicious. “So we’re going to get Nigel Marks to tell us who she is.”
That surprised Darling.
“Why?” Oliver asked.
“We found evidence that suggests Nigel was in that car recently, which means he knew our victim. Not even his fancy lawyer will be able to deny it. He’s now physically connected to her.”
Darling couldn’t believe it. “What is the evidence?” she asked.
“I can’t disclose that information.” Before Darling could complain, he held up his hand. “But I’m sure if you think really hard about it, you’ll remember.”
“What do you mean, I’ll remember?”
“You were in the same car, too.”
Darling felt her eyebrows slam together.
“Wait a second.” Oliver held up his hands. “You mean the car we found her in this morning belongs to Jane Doe?”
The chief nodded.
“Oh, my God,” she said, drawing both men’s attention her way. “The watch! It was Nigel’s watch? It did look expensive. I didn’t really think too much about it, given the situation.”
“Well, some people should think twice before they get their names inscribed into their accessories.”
“And the hammer,” Darling exclaimed, realizing what the blunt object the chief was referring to was. “It’s the murder weapon.” Darling’s raised her eyebrows when the chief nodded. She looked down at her hands and cringed. “I picked that up. It was in the trunk and I—I wanted a weapon! Did I mess up the evidence?”
The chief gave her a sympathetic smile. “No,” he said. “We were able to tell the older blood versus the blood left from your hand. As for her prints, I’m betting the hammer will be wiped down like the car, save for yours. But I’m trying to remain optimistic.”
“What about Nigel’s alibi?” Darling asked.
“It still holds. We’re just accusing him of hindering a murder investigation now. He’s lied to us, and now we have physical evidence that ties him to the victim. It’s enough to hold him until we get some answers. I’m sure his lawyer is already earning his keep right now.” The chief stood to signal the conversation was over. “I also came by to make sure you were okay.” He didn’t smile, but she could hear the concern in his voice.
“I’m much better, thanks,” she replied. “I would have been worse had you two not found me.”
“Don’t look at me,” Chief Sanderson said. “Blame this guy. If he hadn’t been so concerned about you, we wouldn’t have gotten to you when we did.”
Darling turned to Oliver. He shrugged, trying to look indifferent.
“Well, I need to get back to it. I’m going to have an officer stop by later to take down your official statement and also take your prints so we can know which are yours in that car.” The chief turned to Oliver and put out his hand to shake. “Thanks for not giving up. Not everyone can keep their cool in these situations. I suppose I’ll see you and your boss around the station since we have Nigel in custody now.”
Oliver shook back. An emotion that Darling couldn’t place flared to life across his face.
“Actually, I’m no longer on the case,” he said, surprising Darling. “I might have said and done some things I shouldn’t have when I couldn’t locate Darling. I personally don’t regret it, but professionally it wasn’t the best call to make. Though I can’t complain at the moment.” Oliver looked pointedly at Darling.
“I can’t, either,” the chief agreed.
The chief said another quick goodbye and left. Darling waited until she thought the older man was out of the building before she turned on Oliver.
“You were taken off the case?” she asked with concern. “What does that mean? Does Orion lose the money now?”
“No, my team is still working with Nigel. Only I was taken off.” He sat back down at the counter. Darling held her hands wide in question. “Though I don’t know if even they will be working on it now that Nigel has actually been linked to Jane Doe. He might not be guilty of killing her, but this new evidence will make Nikki take a long second look. Do you think he’ll admit to the affair now?”
Darling decided to put a pin in the issue of him getting dropped from the case and instead went along with this thoughts. Because, truth be told, the new information hadn’t made the case any easier. Every clue was another layer of confusion. It was as if they were looking over a map and everything was a fraction off. They needed a key that would show them the correct way to decipher it all.
“I would imagine Nigel will either come clean about everything or give an alternate version. Something that covers him,” she answered. “Elizabeth should be in town soon, right? To admit to the affair now would ruin everything for him. He’s a smart man. He has to know he’s got his back up against the proverbial wall.”
“Nigel is a smart man.” Oliver was looking at the wall, but she doubted he was seeing it. Concentration mixed with confusion were two expressions she could pick out with ease. Darling knew the feeling well. “So, why would he leave a watch with his name in his mistress’s car?”
Darling had already picked up on that thread of thought.
“It could have been an accident.” She didn’t feel the certainty in it as she said it.
Oliver cast her a questioning look. “But...”
“But, I can’t get over the fact that I was the one who found the car. Me being taken and then left to find it couldn’t have been a coincidence, could it?” Like with the car, Darling tried to recall with new attention the moment after waking up in the darkness until her trek to the car. “If I hadn’t had walked that way, it’s true I might not have found it, but now that I think about it, there was no other place for me to go.”
“What do you mean? You could have walked off in any direction. You just lucked out and happened to go the direction the car was already in.” Darling knew Oliver was playing devil’s advocate now. She knew the idea of her finding the car being a coincidence wasn’t sitting well with him. However, he wanted her to work for her side of the argument. He was challenging her as he always had. Normally it would have made her angry, but she realized it was helping her work her own thoughts out, as well. Oliver Quinn, annoying her into being a better person.
“No, I think that was the only place to go,” she said. “I heard the chief tell the doctor at the hospital that he guessed I had to have been left a few yards away from the Pinketts’ property line.” She envisioned the aerial shot of the land she had once seen framed in the police-department lounge. It, along with other land reserved for hunting, was showcased in the room. “If that’s true, then if I had decided to walk in the opposite direction, I would have run into their woods.” Without meaning to, she shivered.
“Okay, so you could have walked into the woods.”
“But I wouldn’t have. Not with its hunting traps and animals galore,” she rebutted. “Plus, it somehow felt creepier to be trapped among the trees instead of out in the open.”
Oliver’s frown deepened. He made to grab her hand but then changed tactics and put his own around his cup instead. Darling felt a twinge of sadness. Whatever moment they had had earlier seemed to have been lost in the muck of all the questions regarding Jane Doe’s fate.
“You wouldn’t go into the woods, but that doesn’t mean whoever took you knew that. What about the road that cut through it all? If you had found that, you could easily have missed the car.”
She didn’t have a response for that. If she had found the dirt road Chief Sanderson and Oliver had come in on, she would have followed it one way or the other. She never would have seen the car. Maybe it was a coincidence. “Then why turn my phone back on?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “Why take my phone, turn it off, then turn it back on later so the car and I could be found?” Oliver didn’t have an answer to that, either. She let out a frustrated sigh. “We need fewer theories and more facts,” Darling muttered. “I’m so tired of guessing. What if we’re just grasping at straws?”
“Well, let’s look at the facts, then.” Oliver got up from his stool and disappeared into her bedroom. Moments later he was back with a pen and one of her notebooks. He flipped it open to a blank sheet and started a numbered list. “Nigel Marks spent the late night and early morning at Mulligan Motel with Jane Doe.”
“Which he denies having done.”
“Jane Doe was killed while Nigel was eating with Orion agents. Giving him a valid alibi.”
“Elizabeth Marks also has a confirmed alibi,” she added. He quickly wrote that down.
“Jane Doe’s fingers and teeth were removed, meaning the killer didn’t want her to be identified, or maybe the killer wanted some trophies.” Oliver hesitated before writing the last part down. Darling tried not to picture the body in the tub. “Then a mysterious person gives you pictures of Nigel and Jane Doe over the course of several months this year. Nigel’s lawyer reasons it could be anyone or the images could be doctored. Without the original files to be tested, the cops can’t keep him or get him to reveal her identity. You get another note saying to stop investigating, and they take your camera only to return it. Acuity gets ransacked, you get another note and then you’re taken. You find Jane Doe’s car stripped car with Nigel Marks’s watch in it.”
When he was done, she looked down at the shorthand list.
“I feel like we’re just talking in circles now,” she breathed out. “We’re missing something.”
They lapsed into a thoughtful silence. Maybe it was time to leave the case alone. Maybe they were hurting it instead of helping. It was already her fault that Derrick, the lead investigator, had been hospitalized. If she hadn’t kept digging...
“Oh, my God, that’s it,” Darling exclaimed. Oliver met her wild stare with skepticism.
“What?”
“Let’s stick with the theory that there are two people involved in the killing of Jane Doe. So far they’ve shown up whenever I discovered something new. The office was tossed looking for the security tape. They got it, so that should be it, right? But then they grab me two hours later? Why?” Before Oliver could answer, she beat him to it. “Because I found Harriet Mendon.”
“Wait, what do you mean you found her?”
“Before you and I had it out at Acuity, I looked up where she worked.”
Oliver’s features seemed to reanimate.
“Oliver,” she continued with new enthusiasm. “I think Harriet Mendon is our key.”
Just as quickly as excitement at a new lead flashed across his face, a darker emotion replaced it. When he spoke, it made the hair on the back of Darling’s neck stand up.
“Then we’d better find her before they do.”