I See You (Criminal Profiler #2) - Mary Burton Page 0,88
can’t I leave? I’ve done nothing wrong,” she insisted.
“A lot of people have been looking for you,” Spencer said.
“Why?”
“You and I are going to talk about that.”
Vaughan pushed the boy outside a little more forcefully than he intended. He turned back to the motel door in time to see Spencer close it.
Zoe again blocked the girl’s exit as she tried to follow Vaughan and Neil outside. “We need to talk.”
“You can’t hold me here,” Skylar said. “I want to see my mom and dad, too.”
“I’ve called an ambulance for you. And now we’re going to wait.”
“I don’t need an ambulance,” Skylar said. “I want to see my mom and dad.”
Zoe took the girl’s hand, noting the shallow slice across her palm. It wasn’t a bad cut. The edges of the skin were already knitting together, and she doubted it would leave a scar. “How did you get that?”
The girl snatched her hand back. “I don’t know.”
“How could you not know?”
The girl pressed her fingertips to her temple and closed her eyes. “I’ve been asleep for so long. I just woke up, and I’m really confused.”
“Have you been here since yesterday morning?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“How did you get here?”
“I’m not sure. It’s all really confusing. I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes open. Where are my mom and dad?”
Hadley’s stabbing would have been horrific to witness and certainly could have affected the girl’s ability to recall. The likelihood that this state of confusion would last was slim. There was also the possibility that the girl knew exactly what had happened and was lying. At this stage, she couldn’t determine which scenario was more likely.
“I know you’re rattled, Skylar, but I need you to tell me about yesterday.”
She closed her eyes, her brow scrunching, like a little girl playing hide-and-seek. “Dad brought me coffee.”
“Did he always bring you coffee?”
“Yes.”
“Where was your mother?” Zoe asked.
“Out for a run. She runs a lot.”
“And then what happened?”
She closed her eyes. “I had a bad dream.”
“About?”
“My mother was screaming.” She opened her eyes, studying her palm, and traced the red line that slashed across her pink skin still wrinkled from the shower. After a pause, she looked up at Zoe. “Was it a dream?”
“No.” Her tone was soft, but she was keenly aware of the girl’s reaction.
An anguished cry escaped her lips as she sat down on the edge of the unmade bed. She ran a trembling finger through her damp hair. “Where is she?”
The air stilled. “Do you remember yesterday morning? Do you know how you got the blood on your clothes?”
She traced the red line slashing across her palm. “I thought the blood was mine. It’s from the cut on my hand.”
“Why was your mother screaming?”
“She was in pain.” Skylar pressed her fingers to her temples and shook her head. “I remember hearing Dad shouting. He told me to run. To save myself.”
“From what?”
“There was a man.” She drew in a stuttering breath. “The man attacked Mom.”
“Who was the man?”
“I don’t know. I’d never seen him before.”
Zoe shifted to more detail-specific questions. “How tall was he?”
“Taller than Mom.”
“What was he wearing?”
“Black, I think. He was a white guy.”
“What color was his hair?”
“Like sandy. And he had a weird tattoo on his hand. But I never got a look at his face.” She closed her eyes, her head jerking slightly as if a vivid memory had assailed her. “He kept asking for money. Dad said he could have whatever he wanted as long as he left us alone.”
“How did you cut your hand?”
Again, she studied the gash. “I couldn’t just leave Mom. I ran past Dad toward the man and Mom. I guess that’s when I got cut.”
“You were close enough for him to slash your palm. Do you remember what he smelled like?”
Her nose wrinkled. “He didn’t smell good.”
“What did the knife look like?” Zoe asked.
“It was from our kitchen. Mom uses it to cut meat all the time.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” The girl looked up at Zoe, her eyes clearing and getting sharper. “Where is my mom? Is she in the hospital?”
There was no more avoiding the answer. “Skylar, your mother is dead. I’m sorry, but she didn’t survive her injuries.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Mom cannot be dead. She can’t.”
“I’m sorry.” The girl leaned toward Zoe, needing a hug. Zoe wrapped her arms around her. Sobs racked the girl’s body.
When Skylar finally drew back, her eyes were puffy and red.