their coloring, but not enough to grab your attention. So I doubt those similarities are much of a factor. Now we need a photo of Camilla Bodine. Do you have one, Savich?”
“Yes, from a local newspaper when she disappeared.” The four quadrants became two, one divided into four smaller squares, each with the photo of a kidnapped girl, the other half of the screen Camilla Bodine’s face.
Savich said, “Anyone see a resemblance between Camilla Bodine and the four girls?”
Carson said, “Not much, though the shapes of their faces are a bit similar. But wait—their eyes. Look at their shape, their color. Does anyone else see it? They’ve got what I’d call dark, brooding eyes. Camilla, too.”
Savich said, “Yeah, okay. There’s the hair and eye color, but nothing else I can see to tie them physically to Camilla Bodine. Linzie Drumm, now her eyes are a very dark green, something like Cyndia Bodine’s eyes.”
Sherlock said, “So you think their eyes might have something to do with why they were taken? That seems a bit thin. Has there been any hint these girls were thought by their friends or families to be different or unusual? To have anything like psychic gifts?”
Griffin said, “Nothing like that appears in any of the police reports, not even in Sheriff Bodine’s notes on Heather Forrester, and you’d think he’d have heard if she was considered in any way psychic.” He shook his head. “If the girls were gifted, no one would say anything because of the parents, so who knows?”
Carson said, “So we’re left with thinking these specific girls were taken because Cyndia and Quint believed their eyes are like their missing daughter’s and because they believed it meant the girls could be gifted? Like their daughter?”
Sherlock said, “It sounds crazy, but it might be reasonable, given our meeting with Cyndia and what happened.”
Savich said, “Quint drugs them to keep them calm. They interact with Cyndia, watch old movies with her. Why? Because Cyndia wants one of them to replace her missing daughter? That’s over the top.”
Griffin said, “Yes, it sounds flat-out crazy. I mean, you want to replace your daughter so you commit a federal crime by kidnapping four girls who vaguely resemble her?”
Sherlock said, “Guys, remember when Cyndia hurt me that first time we visited Eagle’s Nest? I was coming back to the house to tell Dillon I thought something was off with the garage. I’ll bet they’ve built rooms, apartments, under the garage, and that’s where they’re keeping the girls. Can we get the plans? Someone had to have done the building.”
Savich said, “That makes sense, Sherlock. You’d need to have the girls close to have full control, to study them, to monitor them, give them drugs, whatever. I’ll set MAX on it, see if he can find plans.” He typed in instructions as he listened to Carson, who said, “Don’t forget Jessalyn, the sheriff’s wife. Is she involved?”
Griffin said, “We’ll have to consider all of them involved until proven otherwise. Savich, Sherlock, please write down everything you remember reading before it was erased. We need all the ammunition we can get. Any chance we can get a warrant?”
Savich said, “Unfortunately, a warrant went out the window with my hacking Quint’s computer, a primo illegal search. We knew that going in. But it leaves no doubt where we’re headed.”
Sherlock said, “You know what I think? Even though Quint wrote that journal, and he probably administers the drugs, my bet is it’s Cyndia who wanted this, it’s Cyndia who’s driving the bus. I’ll bet she’s the one with the power to control all of them.”
Griffin said, “I will say after our interview with them this evening, it was obvious she has complete control over Rafer.”
Savich said, “Okay, quick search. MAX didn’t spot any plans immediately for construction under the garage, which means either they weren’t ever filed, or Quint had them destroyed. Griffin, anything to report on Linzie Drumm’s kidnapping?”
Griffin told them about the little girl seeing Rafer Bodine in Whytheville at the burger place, and gave them more detail about their visit to Eagle’s Nest. “After what happened at the Bodines’ this evening, I have a feeling time’s running out.” He stopped. He wasn’t about to tell his boss he knew he had to act quickly now or those girls might die. He wasn’t about to lay this on Savich. He would call Bettina Kraus at Richmond, arrange for backup. For tonight.
Griffin said easily, “Sounds like I need to do interviews tomorrow with