The Missing Page 0,71

vehicle, you’re to turn over all materials and related evidence to Special Agent Vamosi. He’ll escort you out. You’re to follow Agent Vamosi to the Boston office.’

A man with a pie-shaped face stepped up next to her.

‘This is a missing persons investigation,’ Darby said. ‘You don’t have any jurisdiction –’

‘Two federal officers are dead,’ Zimmerman said. ‘That gives me jurisdictional control. If you have any questions, you can take them up with your attorney general.’

‘Why is there a classified DNA sample on CODIS?’

‘Good-bye, Miss McCormick.’

Darby turned to Evan. ‘Can I speak to you for a moment?’

‘I’ll talk to you later,’ Evan said. ‘You need to get going.’

Darby’s face reddened. She would never forgive him for the way he had dismissed her.

‘You called them out here, didn’t you?’

Evan didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The look on his face said it all.

‘You’re trying my patience, Miss McCormick,’ Zimmerman said.

Darby didn’t move, didn’t take her eyes off Evan. ‘You know who Traveler is, don’t you? Those listening devices were our best shot at finding Traveler, and you knew what he was capable of and let us walk right into that trap.’

The skin on Evan’s face tightened. He stared at her with the same cold, penetrating gaze she had witnessed at the lab.

‘What about Carol?’

‘We’ll do everything we can to find her,’ Evan said evenly.

‘I’m sure you will. I’ll make sure I tell her mother what safe and capable hands her daughter is in.’

Vamosi took her arm. It was either go or fight him.

‘I need to get my kit,’ Darby said.

‘I’m sorry, but it needs to stay here,’ Vamosi said. ‘We’ll return it to you when we’re done.’

Two federal agents were going through the crime scene vehicle. An unmarked car blocked the trail. Darby had to wait while Agent Vamosi examined items of interest.

Her phone vibrated again. The caller was Pappy.

‘I’ve been trying to reach you all morning. What are you doing with Coop’s phone?’

‘My phone’s busted,’ Darby said, walking away from the Explorer. ‘What’s going on?’

‘I have some good news about the paint chip we recovered from Rachel Swanson’s T-shirt. The German database came through with the ID. It’s the car’s original paint job. The color is called Moonlight White. It’s a one-of-a-kind paint manufactured only in the U.K. – that’s why we couldn’t identify it. The paint was used exclusively for the Aston Martin Lagonda.’

‘The one from the James Bond movies?’

‘The name was made famous in one of the James Bond movies, but the model I’m talking about, the Lagonda, is an early series two, manufactured in the U.K. in the late seventies – seventy-seven, I think. The vehicle was cleared for sale here in the U.S. in eighty-three. They made a conversion kit that had a color TV in the front as well as the back. Back in the day, they sold for 85,000 pounds, which works out to, by today’s conversion standards, roughly 150,000 U.S.’

Darby watched as Agent Vamosi went through her backpack. ‘That’s quite a price tag,’ she said.

‘I don’t know how much they’re worth now. They’re probably more of an odd collector’s item. Only about a dozen or so of these cars were sold in the U.S. We’re talking about a very limited – and very select – pool of buyers. A car like that should be easy to track down.’

‘Where are you right now?’

‘Sitting at home, still trying to absorb what happened. I was out yesterday collecting paint samples at a junkyard. It was a last-minute opportunity. If I didn’t take it, I would have been inside the building when it… when it happened.’

Agent Vamosi handed the backpack off to one of the agents and came for her.

‘I didn’t know your mother was sick,’ Darby said. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I think you should see her. She’d love the company.’

‘Is someone there?’

‘Yes. Listen, I need to get going. The FBI has some questions for me. I have to head down to the Boston office.’

‘The feds have taken over the investigation?’

‘Correct,’ Darby said. ‘Who else have you told about your mother’s illness?’

‘No one but you.’

‘Keep it that way. I’ll try you on your cell in a little bit.’ Darby hung up.

Vamosi stood in front of her. ‘Can I have the pictures in your back pocket, please?’

Darby handed them over.

‘Are you in possession of any other materials related to this investigation?’

‘You have everything,’ Darby said.

‘For your sake, I hope so.’

And then Darby was seated behind the wheel of the Explorer, the two agents motioning for her to