The Missing

Chapter 72

Banville was talking on the phone when Darby showed up with Coop. Banville saw them standing outside his doorway, motioned them to come in and pointed to the two chairs set up against the wall, near the coat rack.

Fifteen minutes later, Banville hung up. He rubbed the fatigue out of his face. 'That was the state's forensic anthropologist. I sent Carter out to the woods early this morning to take a poke around the area where the feds found the set of remains. There's nothing else buried out there.'

'I'm surprised the feds allowed him access to the site,' Coop said.

'Oh, they put up a fuss. Problem is the cat's already out of the bag. Manning's all over the news. The feds pounced on his Back Bay apartment. I know this is going to come as a total surprise to the two of you, but our good friends from Fart, Barf and Itch aren't sharing any information on Manning or that white supremacist asshole they killed. These guys have a huge public relations nightmare on their hands.' Banville looked to Darby. 'Get ready for your close-up. The media is going to be all over this story forweeks.'

'Carter found a full set of remains?'

'A full set,' Banville said. 'Definitely a female, buried out there between ten and fifteen years, maybe longer. He wants to carbon-date the bones to establish a timeline.'

Banville leaned back in his chair. 'I told Carter about the women who disappeared around here during the summer of eighty-four. The remains may belong to one of those women, but, given the height and some bone characteristics, it's definitely not Melanie Cruz.'

'I'd like to see the pictures.'

Banville handed her an envelope.

It was difficult to look at the harsh color photographs of Melanie bound and gagged in the wine cellar in Boyle's basement. The camera had captured the terror in her face. In each photo, Melanie was alone. In each photo, she was crying.

That could have been me.

'Do we have any idea how she died?'

Banville shook his head. 'If we find her remains, we might have a shot. You think Manning or Boyle buried her out in the woods?'

Ask… your… mother.

Darby shifted in her chair. 'I don't know what to think anymore.'

'Carter said that unless we come across some specific piece of information or evidence which can pinpoint where Melanie Cruz is buried, then we'll probably never find her.'

Darby tucked the photos back in the envelope. Melanie fumbled with the charms on her bracelet as she listened to Stacey crying behind the Dumpster. 'Why can't we go back to being friends?' Mel asked later, at school.

If only I had said yes, Darby thought.

It took her a moment to find her voice. 'What about the other women? Do you know anything?'

'Boyle brought them all to the basement and did different… things to them.' Banville handed her a larger envelope. Inside were bundles of Polaroids bound together by rubber bands.

Darby immediately recognized some of the faces – Tara Hardy, Samantha Kent, and the faces of the women who disappeared after them. At the bottom of the envelope were pictures of a woman with a thin face and long blond hair. Like Rachel Swanson, she appeared to have been starved.

Darby held up one of Samantha Kent's photos. 'This is the woman I saw in the woods,' she said. 'Do we know what happened to her?'

'We have no idea what happened to her, or where her remains are,' Banville said. 'Did Manning tell you anything?'

'Just that she was missing.' Darby didn't want to hold the pictures anymore. She placed the envelopes on the corner of the desk and wiped her palms on her jeans.

'Do you want to hear the rest of it?'

Darby nodded. She took in a deep breath and held it.

'The basement you were in was wired with cameras,' Banville said. 'Boyle stored the videos on his computer. They go back about eight years, roughly around the time he returned east. In the beginning, Boyle and Manning hunted one victim at a time, then two, then three… Then Boyle built more of those cells and changed the rules of the game. He released his victims into the maze, and if they made it to the other side, the cell doors would be open and food would be waiting for them, and they'd be allowed to live.'

'That's how Rachel Swanson had survived for so long,' Darby said. 'She had figured out a way through each door.'

'If I had to guess, I'd say Boyle did the kidnapping while Evan worked on planting the evidence based upon whatever case he was working on – Victor Grady, Miles Hamilton, Earl Slavick. I'm sure there are others we don't know about.'

Coop said, 'How long have they been doing this? Do we have any idea?'

Banville stood. 'I'll show you what we've found.'