Cold Case Murder. Shirlee McCoy

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СКАЧАТЬ Leah Farley’s shoe was found on the grounds of a house out by the swamplands near a boarded-up tunnel on the porch of a house that once served as part of the Underground Railroad. There was blood on it.”

      Jodie didn’t ask what house. She didn’t need to. She knew. Just as she knew every nook and cranny of the town she’d grown up in. What she didn’t know was why her mother had run from it twenty-five years ago. “The blood is probably her husband’s.”

      “Like I said, let’s not jump to conclusions.” Miles steepled his fingers beneath his chin and eyed her from across the table. “There’s been a lot going on in Loomis. A couple of murders, an attempted kidnapping. The local PD is investigating, and we’re working in conjunction with them, assuming the incidents aren’t simply a succession of unrelated crimes.”

      “Sam Pierce is the lead on this?”

      “Right. He’s feeling like the locals would be more comfortable with someone they know. Maybe with you there, they’ll open up and talk a little more.”

      “People in Loomis don’t talk. Not even to each other.” The words escaped, and Miles’s lips tightened into a hard line.

      “Agent Gilmore, your assignment is to work as liaison between our team and the people of Loomis. Do you have a problem with that?”

      “Of course not, sir.” Only six months into her FBI career and still on probation, Jodie couldn’t afford to get a reputation for balking at assignments. Not when she’d worked so hard to get where she was.

      “Good. Go home. Pack your things and head out.”

      “Now?” That was a million years too soon.

      “Yes. Good luck, agent.” His curt nod was a dismissal Jodie couldn’t ignore, and she stepped blindly out the office door. The die had been cast. The decision made. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She was going back to Loomis whether she liked it or not.

      And she didn’t like it.

      She didn’t like it at all.

      ONE

      Loomis, Louisiana

       Early March

      Even with the windows of her car rolled up, Jodie could smell the bayou. Heavy moist air with a bite of decay to it. Not as bad as it got in the heat of the summer but bad enough to make her nose wrinkle. Or maybe it was disgust that was doing that. There were plenty of places she’d imagined the FBI might send her, but back to Loomis wasn’t one of them. Here she was, returning to the one place she’d been determined never to visit again.

      She turned onto a narrow dirt driveway that wound uphill and away from the bayou, braking lightly as she neared a neglected farmhouse that stood in the center of an overgrown clearing near the swamp. Abandoned decades ago, it had been vacant for more years than Jodie had been alive. A tunnel dug beneath the house led to a room that had once served as a stop on the Underground Railroad. Later it had served other, less altruistic purposes—as a storage place for moonshine during prohibition, a drug den for hippies in the sixties. Eventually, the town council voted to have the tunnel and the house boarded up.

      What the missing woman, Leah Farley, had been doing there, Jodie didn’t know. She planned to find out, though. And quickly. The sooner she helped Sam Pierce solve the case, the sooner she could wipe the Loomis dirt off her feet and get back to her life.

      Rain drizzled from the sky as Jodie climbed out of her car and started across the yard. Despite her misgivings about being back in Loomis, anticipation hummed through her. Working for the FBI had been her dream for as long as she could remember. Solving cases, putting bad guys behind bars, was what she was meant to do. Even if she had to do it in Loomis.

      “Agent Gilmore, glad you could make it to the party.” A tall, dark-haired man she recognized stepped out onto the porch, and Jodie smiled a greeting as she picked her way up dry-rotted porch stairs.

      “It’s good to be included, Agent Pierce.”

      “How about I call you Jodie and you call me Sam? It’ll make things easier.” He smiled, and Jodie could see why so many women in the New Orleans office had set their sights on the handsome agent. Recently, rumors had been circulating that he’d gotten engaged to a child psychologist in Loomis. True or not, it wasn’t any of Jodie’s concern. She didn’t waste time on men and relationships. Not anymore.

      “Whatever you say, Sam. Did you find anything in the house?”

      “We did.”

      “Leah Farley?”

      “No. And no evidence that she’s been inside.”

      “So what did you find?” Curious, Jodie followed Sam into the musty foyer, her mind racing with possibilities. Ransom note. Clothing. Forensic evidence. Any of those could help bring the case to a successful end.

      “We found two bodies.”

      “Two bodies?” She glanced around the dust-covered foyer, half expecting to see the remains lying nearby.

      “Skeletons, to be more accurate. They’re in a hidden room down in the basement. They’ve been there for a while. Decades probably.”

      “Did they have identification?”

      “Not that we could see, but the sheriff agreed not to let anyone touch the remains yet. I’ve got a man coming in from New Orleans to do that. A forensic anthropologist.”

      “When will he get here?”

      “Shouldn’t be long. I called him an hour ago.”

      “Do you mind if I take a look at the scene while we wait?” Now that she was in Loomis, Jodie wanted out of it. Waiting for someone to come along and help make that happen didn’t work for her.

      “Sure. It’s this way.”

      Half-rotted boards creaked beneath her feet as Jodie followed Sam into the basement. The sound shivered along her spine, reminding her of all the stories she’d heard about the house when she was a kid, stories about spooks and haunts and things that went bump in the night. Jodie had always known them for what they were—a perfect way to keep kids from exploring a house that might not be structurally sound. Still, she had to admit the place was creepy, its shadowy corners concealing more than they revealed.

      “Careful on these stairs, Jodie. Some of them are completely rotted through.” Sam led her into a basement lit by electric torches and gestured to a hole in the far wall. “There’s the tunnel. There were boards covering it, but it looked like they’d been taken down and replaced quickly. We’ve already got them tagged as evidence.”

      Several uniformed officers were standing in the room, none of them familiar to Jodie. She had to admit she was relieved. Eventually she’d have to face people from her past, but she’d rather it be later than sooner.

      She crossed the room and surveyed the opening. Five feet high. Maybe three feet wide. “It would be a tight squeeze for someone carrying a body.”

      “But not so tight it would be impossible. Especially not if the body was being dragged. After so long, there СКАЧАТЬ