The White Carnation by Susanne Matthews

Author:Susanne Matthews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: F+W Media
Published: 2015-03-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Tell me everything you remember about the place, about her,” Rob said, and Faye heard the excitement in his voice. She closed her eyes to focus on that moment in time.

“I don’t know why I didn’t remember sooner,” she answered, annoyed with herself. “It was one of those incredibly muggy Sunday mornings, and Mom had dragged me to Boston Presbyterian because she was meeting old friends there after the service. You and I were going to the baseball game in the afternoon, and I had some time to kill. I walked past the Fotomat and remembered I needed to get my passport renewed before spring, so I thought, ‘Why not do it now?’ Plus, it had to be ninety-five degrees, and the place had AC. It was crowded, so I took a number and sat down next to Tracy Volt.”

Faye stretched and turned to look out the car window at the scenery, hoping to use it to solidify her memory of that day. There was something specific she needed to recollect. It was there, just out of reach.

“That’s it? That’s all you remember? How do you know it was Tracy Volt?” He frowned.

“Give me a minute, will you? It was two years ago. I distinctly recall the girl working there, collecting the information. She was strange. I mean she was more than your typical tattooed and pierced teenager. It must’ve taken hours to ink half her face that way. Tracy asked her about it, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I almost left because it was taking forever to get the pictures done.”

“Who took the pictures? Your tattooed girl?”

“I thought so at first, since she went into the back, but it couldn’t have been her. When it was my turn, the photographer was in some kind of enclosure, but when Tracy was having hers done just before me, the girl was at the desk taking information on the next person.”

“I see. Go on.”

“After the picture was taken, you had to wait for a few minutes until the girl came out with the snapshots for you. Most people were in and out quickly, but Tracy and I had to have our pictures redone. I was really annoyed because I thought I’d be late meeting you at the station, but the girl assured us it wouldn’t take long. Apparently our faces had too much shine on them. I made small talk while we waited. Tracy mentioned she was an artist and was really excited about her upcoming trip in December to Italy. She hoped to see the Pope celebrate Christmas Mass in St. Peter’s Square.” She stopped talking to do some quick calculations.

“You found her body early in August, right? Counting backward, nine months would mean he made his move in November. There’s your three-month window. If he picked her out in August, he could’ve done it there at the Fotomat. My God, he could have chosen me then, too.” The horror made her stomach clench. “We were still together. If

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