Stalked - By Allison Brennan Page 0,99

patrol covering Weber’s sister.”

“They’ve had this plan in the works for years,” Lucy said. “He has another place.”

“How can you know that?” Peter asked.

“Alexis befriended you six years ago. They could have killed you then, if they wanted you dead. They had something else planned, but wanted to keep you in sight.”

“Let’s brief everyone together,” Noah said. He parked and they got out. Sean had to surrender his gun at the security desk.

They went up to the Violent Crimes squad and Suzanne greeted them at the elevator. “So you’re the famous Noah Armstrong,” she said, shaking his hand. “Good to finally meet you.”

“Suzanne, likewise,” Noah said. “This is Peter McMahon. He had his name legally changed to Gray Manning and has been a teacher in East Brooklyn for the past three years.”

“Dangerous schools,” Suzanne said.

“I teach third grade,” he said quietly.

“Shelley.” Suzanne motioned to an analyst. “Would you please escort Mr. Manning to an interview room? Get him whatever he would like; keep him company. You’re not under arrest, Peter. But we need to talk.”

He glanced at Sean as if for permission.

“Go ahead, Peter. I’m not leaving without you.”

Shelley walked off with Peter. Lucy, Noah, and Sean followed Suzanne to an interview room. She introduced Noah to Detective DeLucca, who was reviewing digital security tapes.

Noah asked, “Is that the footage from the subway?”

“Yep,” Joe said. “We also checked out all survelliance cameras in the area and I’ve pieced it together.”

He pressed a button. “McMahon—”

“Manning,” Sean said.

“Manning, McMahon, whatever he’s going by—”

“Let’s call him Peter,” Suzanne said. “For simplicity.”

“Peter,” Joe said, “was on the subway and got off at Fourth and Eighty-sixth at seven oh five pm.”

“We were meeting at eight on Third and Ninety-third,” Sean said. “Why wouldn’t he take the subway down to Ninety-fifth? It’s the closest.”

“Because I caught him on a traffic cam going into a mom-and-pop restaurant at Third and Eighty-seventh. He stayed for thirty-nine minutes and left. No cameras until the subway.”

Sean said, “I spotted him just before eight. I planned on waiting until he slipped into the bar we were meeting at, but I spotted Sanchez trailing him.”

“Sanchez,” Joe said. “I caught her, too, coming out of the subway behind Peter. He didn’t see her. I don’t know why she didn’t confront him at the restaurant. She passed it and must have been waiting until he left.”

“Maybe she hadn’t found out where he lived yet, but they knew where he taught.” Suzanne pressed a few keys. “Two weeks ago, this popped up on the school’s Web site.”

Lucy leaned over. It was a photo of Peter with his class. Suzanne said, “This was last year’s third-grade class. They were recognized at the beginning of this year for achieving the greatest increase in test scores from beginning of school to end of school. The mayor presented the award.”

The caption read: “Gray Manning says all children are capable of learning if given the right support and motivation.”

“The article ran in the Times,” Suzanne said. “We know Todd had been trying to find Peter, and with this article he now knew Peter’s new name and where he worked.”

“And that prompted him to put his plan in motion,” Lucy said.

“And exactly what was his plan?” Joe said. “It looks like he’s taking out everyone he’s crossed paths with.”

Lucy shook her head. “He’s methodical. Extremely organized. And he’s been planning this for a long time.”

“I’m going to have to agree with that,” Suzanne said. “Joe, consider what Cleveland said.”

Joe nodded. “Professor Cleveland, Todd’s faculty advisor, said that Todd wasn’t Weber’s first choice. Her first two choices backed out at the last minute, no explanation. We’re trying to track them down now. By the time she went back to the applicant pool, several had found assignments. The post went to Todd.”

“Did Cleveland know about his sister?” Noah asked.

“No. He said Todd was a competent but not outstanding student and never talked about his family.”

Lucy said, “I need to see the scrapbooks you found.”

Joe handed her two evidence bags, each with a scrapbook. She opened them up. The first was essentially a tribute to Camille Todd and media time line of her kidnapping, the investigation, and her subsequent murder. The second, ten times thicker and far less tidy, was a montage of clippings about everyone who had been on the Rachel McMahon investigation.

Except not everyone. Lucy began to take notes. Fast. Everything came together quickly in her head, pulling together what Sean had learned from Charlie Mead and what Suzanne had found in