The Silenced. Heather Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ she said, the one word like a cube of ice in the room.

      “Did she speak to you, Meg?” Adam asked.

      Meg hesitated. “She couldn’t quite manage to speak, but...I think she asked me to find her. And I—I believe she wants us to find her body.”

      Matt felt that Meg Murray had no intention of giving his opinions any credence, but he didn’t feel the need to respond. He’d been around for a long time—as an agent and as one who knew the existence of a sixth sense. She’d learn.

      The other agents arrived then.

      Adam rose to make introductions. Jackson Crow had come in with Angela Hawkins, Will Chan and Katya Sokolov.

      “Agent Murray will be joining this office,” Adam said. “This, as you can appreciate, is a difficult time for her. Meg, everyone’s been briefed on the situation with Lara Mayhew and the two murders. Agent Crow is your boss and I never interfere. Okay, I seldom interfere. Agent Hawkins sorts through our many requests and tries to send out the right people. Since we’re near Washington where everything seems a bit unusual, we’re quite busy here. That was a joke—or an attempt at a joke, anyway. Agent Sokolov is a medical examiner as well as an agent. She’ll visit Wong today and inspect the bodies.”

      Meg solemnly shook hands with everyone. She asked Will Chan, “What’s your specialty?”

      Will smiled. “I was an illusionist,” he told her.

      “I see,” Meg said in a pleasant tone that nonetheless relayed her confusion.

      Will’s smile grew wider. “My specialty is film, sound, cameras—and now and then, a bit of a performance if necessary. Although occasionally we all have to perform. In any case the team you see here will be working with you on this particular case.”

      “Can you play the message your friend left?” Matt asked, not meaning to be churlish, but they weren’t at a getting-to-know-you cocktail party.

      “Yes.”

      She pulled her phone out of the black leather tote she carried and set it on speaker. They heard a woman’s voice.

      One that sounded breathless—and scared.

      “Meg, it’s me, Lara. I wanted to let you know I’m going home. Home, as in getting out of DC and heading for Richmond. I’m going as soon as it’s daylight. I’ll talk to you when I can. Love you. Don’t say anything to anyone else, okay? I have to get out of here. Talk soon.”

      Meg played the message twice.

      Jackson cleared his throat. “She did say she was leaving in the morning.”

      “And I wanted to believe it,” Meg said.

      There was an awkward silence. Matt wasn’t convinced, but Adam had faith in her conviction.

      And they all had faith in Adam.

      “So, you see,” Meg said, “something happened during the day or that night that made her want to...run.”

      “And meet up with our killer?” Will murmured.

      “Or another fate,” Matt replied.

      “In other words, you think there might’ve been a different motive to get rid of Lara Mayhew—and she was killed by a different perp?” Angela asked.

      “Entirely possible,” Matt said. “But Ian Walker isn’t known for being...”

      “Slimy?” Kat supplied.

      Matt looked at Meg. “Did she ever suggest that there was anything going on between her and the congressman?”

      “No. But... I haven’t spent much time with her since I started at the academy. We talked every other day, but I’ve only actually seen her twice. As far as I knew, Lara adored him, as a father figure. She lost her parents when she was eleven. I think she saw Walker as a fine man, the way she’d seen her dad.”

      “Maybe Walker will solve the mystery,” Jackson suggested.

      “Doubtful,” Will Chan said.

      “And...” Kat began, before hesitating.

      “And?” Adam repeated.

      “To the rest of the world, the idea that something’s wrong is...mere supposition. She’s a young woman who became disillusioned with politics and left DC.”

      “There’s another message,” Adam reminded them.

      Meg pressed her phone again. All they heard was a whooshing sound—like the wind—and then a thump.

      And the phone went dead.

      “I’ll check with her cell phone company,” Angela said. “Meg, I’ll need your phone for the next few hours. We’ll have techs try to decipher those sounds.”

      “Of course.”

      “You’ll be with Matt if we need to reach you for any reason. We’ll get the recording and return your cell as soon as possible.”

      “Whatever it takes,” Meg said.

      “And you’re off to see Congressman Walker!” Angela looked from Meg to Matt. “I don’t envy you. Interviewing a politician. I don’t think many of them are capable of telling the truth, even when they’ve got nothing to hide!”

      Matt liked Angela. She was down-to-earth, pleasant under the most trying circumstances—and skilled at figuring out past sins that might have emerged in the present. Attractive, in her early thirties, she was light-haired and light-eyed. She was married to Jackson. Matt hadn’t been around when they’d done the deed; they’d slipped quietly away for a small private wedding. In this “special” unit, agents being married to each other was acceptable. Will and Kat were a couple, too.

      They all had to work so closely together that Matt felt they were more a family than a workforce. He wondered how their new member was going to fit in.

      Of course, when he’d joined, the others had wondered if he’d fit in.

      “Your work sounds intriguing,” Meg said.

      “It’s different,” Angela agreed. “It’s a million hours a week most of the time. It’s travel when you’re tired of going places. It’s seeing a lot of what can only be described as evil. That would be true whatever position you took after graduation, but then you’ve been through the academy. You know that.”

      “Yes,” Meg said. She added a little hesitantly, “I’m grateful to be here. I was going to apply when I was able to. This is all...faster than I expected.”

      “Meg is certain that Lara is dead,” Adam said flatly.

      There was silence for a minute. Matt realized that Meg was doing a worthy job of hiding her grief. And yet he wasn’t certain that she was right about Lara’s death. He walked over to her. He wasn’t sure why he placed his hands СКАЧАТЬ