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“Then I assume you know how we can get in touch with her next of kin?”
Fiona nodded. Doggett’s hands were still on her arms, but for some reason, she didn’t seem to mind. She hardly even noticed until he took them away. “Her parents—her mother and stepfather—live in Houston. Lori and Paul Guest. They’re both attorneys. I have their phone number and address at home. Alicia and her twin sister, Lexi, are students at Hillsboro University. They share an apartment off campus. Or at least...they did.”
Doggett jotted down the information in his notebook, then glanced up. “You say the victim is a twin? You’re positive about her identity?”
“Yes, I’m positive. It’s Alicia. She and Lexi look a great deal alike, but they’re not identical. You can check her fingerprints, but I know it’s her...” Fiona trailed off as she gazed down at the body. “She does look different, though.”
“Different how?” Doggett said sharply.
“I never saw her dressed this way. And she’s changed her hair. I didn’t know the girls all that well, but I had the impression Alicia was the conservative one.”
“What about the mark on her shoulder?” Doggett asked. “You ever see it before, on either sister?”
Fiona shook her head. “No. Alicia certainly didn’t seem the type who would go in for tattoos. She was so levelheaded—” She stopped abruptly as something occurred to her. She turned, putting an unconscious hand on Doggett’s sleeve. “Oh, my God.”
“What?” Something flickered in his eyes, a curious little flame that made Fiona suddenly aware of how close they were standing.
Most of the time she tried very hard to keep herself aloof—from situations and from the people around her. Body contact, even a touch as slight as her hand on a man’s arm, was never something she instigated. Ever. It didn’t bode well, she decided, that she’d done so now quite automatically. She dropped her hand. “Alicia called me last week. She left a message on my voice mail. I’d forgotten about it until now.”
If he noticed her reaction, he didn’t let on. “Did she say what she wanted?”
“No.”
“Did you call her back?”
Fiona swallowed. “No.”
One brow lifted slightly. “So how well did you know her?”
“As I said, I didn’t know either of the girls very well. Their mother moved to Houston several years ago after she remarried. Alicia and Lexi were maybe fourteen at the time. I didn’t see them again until last year when the girls started the fall semester at Hillsboro. Lori called and asked if she could give them my phone number.”
“Why?”
“She said she’d feel a lot better if they had someone nearby they could call if they...got into trouble.” The irony was devastating. Fiona had to work to keep a tremor from her voice. The guilt, for a moment, was almost overwhelming.
“When was the last time you saw Alicia?” Doggett asked.
“Last winter. She, Lexi, and I had dinner just before they left to go home for the holidays.”
“Did she mention any problems she might have been having? Trouble with a boyfriend? A professor? Anything like that?”
Fiona shook her head. “We didn’t talk about anything personal. I don’t think either of them would have felt comfortable confiding in me about their private lives. I’m sure the only reason they agreed to see me at all was to appease their mother.”
“Did you have dinner with them often?”
“Only a couple of times.”
“Did you have the impression that Alicia got along with her parents?”
Fiona glanced at him in surprise. “As far as I know. I never saw her with her stepfather, but Lori and Alicia were very close.”
“What about the sisters?”
“They were inseparable.”
“But you did say that you didn’t know the girls all that well, right? And you hadn’t seen much of the mother in recent years?”
Fiona hesitated. “It was my impression they were all very devoted.”
“Still,” he said, “Families have problems. It would be pretty unusual if they didn’t tick each other off at least once in awhile.”
“All I can tell you is that I never saw it,” Fiona said a trifle impatiently.
He didn’t press the point further. “So you haven’t seen or talked to Alicia since before Christmas.”
“No.”
“Tell me about the message you got from her last week.”
Fiona closed her eyes briefly. “I was in court when she called, and by the time I got her message, I was swamped with meetings and interviews. I completely forgot about it.”
“She called on your cell phone?”
Fiona nodded. “I gave them my cell phone number because I’m hardly ever at home.”
“What was the message?”
Fiona frowned, trying to recall Alicia’s exact words. “She identified herself and then she asked me to call her back. She said she needed to talk to me.”
“Did she sound frightened? Anxious?”
“I don’t remember noticing anything out of the ordinary about her tone or the message. I assumed she wanted to set up another dinner before she and Lexi went home for the summer break. I intended to call her back in a day or two when my schedule lightened up.”
“But you never did.”
“No.”
Behind her, Fiona heard the rasp of the zipper closing on the body bag, but she didn’t turn. She didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see that face, so rigid and silent but still so beautiful in death.
“I have to call Lori,” she murmured. But it was a call Fiona dreaded making more than anything in the world.
“Don’t make that call just yet,” Doggett said.
Fiona glanced at him. “She has a right to know what’s happened to her daughter.”
“The mother may be a personal friend of yours, but this is still a homicide investigation,” he said gruffly. “And you know as well as I do that first impressions on hearing this kind of news are important. I’d appreciate you letting me get in touch with the parents when I feel the time is right.”
Fiona frowned. “And when will that time be, detective?”
“You let me worry about that.”
“What about Lexi? Someone has to tell her, and I don’t think she should hear something like this from a complete stranger.”
But Doggett was no longer listening to her. He was staring over her shoulder, scowling deeply. Fiona turned to see what had drawn his attention.
She sucked in a sharp breath. Frank Quinlan had just arrived with a couple of uniformed minions in tow. He stepped under the crime scene tape and bulldozed his way through the alley. Those not in his immediate orbit scurried for cover.
Quinlan was a stockily built man with close-set eyes and a hawkish nose that gave him a mean, predatory look he’d perfected to his advantage over the years. He was intimidating, arrogant, and had so many connections in the department, knew so much dirt on city officials, that even his superiors were afraid of him.
Fiona consciously straightened her posture because she knew that in a one-on-one confrontation with Quinlan, her height was her advantage. Men like Quinlan couldn’t stand tall women.
He strode past her to Doggett and stabbed a finger in her direction. “What the hell is she doing here?”
That was like him, not to speak to her directly, Fiona thought. Jerk. She pitied the women under his command.
“Commander, this is Fiona Gallagher. She’s an ASA—”
Quinlan cut off Doggett’s introduction with an obscenity. “I know who she is, Doggett. I asked what she’s doing here.”
“Deputy Chief Fox asked for an ASA on the scene to advise.” Fiona was pleased that her voice sounded smooth and professional, as if his little tirade didn’t bother her at all.
He whirled. “Let me give you a piece of advice, Gallagher. Stay the hell out of our way. You interfere with this investigation, you’ll have me to answer to.”
“And if you screw up my case, you’ll have me to answer to,” she shot back. “I expect to be notified the moment you have a suspect in custody. I want to be present for the interrogation.”
Her insinuation was crystal clear, and if there had been sufficient light where they stood, Fiona was certain she would have witnessed Quinlan’s face turn a dark, livid purple. As it was, his rage rendered him incapable of speech for a moment before he sputtered another obscenity, then turned on his heel and stalked off.
Milo materialized beside Fiona. She hadn’t even known he was around, but he must have heard the sordid little showdown, because he muttered, “Asshole,” in a low voice, then said anxiously, “Are you okay?”
She shrugged. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Doggett said behind her, “What the hell was that all about?”
She turned. “Let’s just say, I’m not one of Commander Quinlan’s favorite people.”
“Yeah, I got that,” he said dryly. “You want to clue me in on what’s going on?”
Before Fiona could answer, Milo said, “You ever hear of the Fullerton Five, detective?”
“You mean those guys who killed that little girl a few years back?” Doggett’s expression subtly altered. “Wait a minute.” He glanced at Fiona. “Gallagher. That’s why I know you. You’re the prosecutor who went after Quinlan when one of those guys brought a lawsuit against the department. No wonder he’s pissed at you.”
“I didn’t go after him,” Fiona argued. “Allegations were brought against him and some of the detectives under his command that I believed to be credible. I cooperated with the IAD investigation because I wanted to get at the truth.”
“He was cleared by Internal Affairs and by the Office of Professional Standards,” Doggett said. “You still believe he coerced those confessions?”
Fiona shrugged. “I know I can’t prove it. But I learned a long time ago that this is a town built on clout and cronyism. I’ve had to accept that justice is sometimes hard to come by.”
“Yeah,” Doggett said with a frown. “I guess that’s a lesson we’ve all had to learn.” He glanced back down at the body bag, then turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness.
* * *
FIONA STARED OUT THE CAR window as Milo drove her home a little while later. They were just coming back from Lexi and Alicia’s apartment on the north side of the city, near the university. Doggett had agreed to let Fiona be present when he broke the news to Alicia’s sister, but when they arrived at her apartment, no one was home.
Which was very odd and troubling to Fiona. Where could an eighteen-year-old girl be at four o’clock on a Tuesday morning? Any number of places, of course, but with her sister lying dead in an alley—
She’s okay, Fiona told herself. Wherever Lexi was, she was fine. They couldn’t both be gone. Fate wouldn’t be that cruel to Lori, but Fiona knew all too well that it could be. She’d seen enough heartbreaking cases in her years as first a defense attorney and now as an ASA to know that fate had nothing to do with fairness.
“Fiona? Did you hear what I said?”
Milo’s voice drew her out of her deep reverie. She turned from the window. “Sorry. What?”
“I was asking you about the other twin. Is she—” He broke off, looking sheepish. “I don’t want to sound insensitive here.”
“But you want to know if Alicia’s twin is as beautiful as she was.” Fiona sighed. “Even more so, if you can believe it.”
Milo shot her an incredulous glance. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I’m not kidding. You should see her. Lexi is...” Fiona trailed off. “I don’t know how to explain it exactly. She has this quality about her. Men are...drawn to her.”
“Like she’s always in heat,” Milo said under his breath.
“What?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. I was just projecting, I guess.”
“But you nailed it perfectly,” Fiona said with a frown. “That’s exactly how men look at Lexi.”
Milo was silent for a moment. “Were they models or something? I’ll have to take your word about Lexi, but let’s face it. Alicia was drop-dead gorgeous.”
Fiona winced at the description. “They had offers to model, but their mother tried to shield them from all that.”
“Shield them how?”
By asking me to look out for them, Fiona thought. But for crying out loud, who was she to supervise teenagers? She’d fallen in love with a killer. Hardly a role model most mothers would welcome, but Fiona and Lori went way back.
She could still remember that day after school when Lori had confided in her that she was pregnant. Fiona had been stunned. She wasn’t even allowed to date, and her best friend was pregnant!
Tearfully Lori had explained how she’d met this guy at the mall. He was older, more experienced, and claimed he was in love with her. Fiona could believe that. Even so young, Lori was a blond, blue-eyed stunner, the kind of girl that men couldn’t take their eyes off.
The two of them had started meeting after school and on weekends. Not for real dates, of course. Lori wasn’t allowed to date, either. She’d tell her mother she was going to Fiona’s house, and then she’d meet up with this guy. They’d have a soda together. Go to the movies. All very innocent at first, then things got out of hand.
He dumped her when he found out she was pregnant. Lori was devastated.
“You have to tell your parents, Lori. What else can you do?” Although secretly Fiona thought that the last thing she would ever do was tell her parents something like that. She’d rather die first because her father would kill her anyway, and her brothers.... She shuddered. She didn’t even want to think about what her brothers would do.
But somehow Lori had managed to work up the courage to go home and tell her parents everything. She certainly wasn’t the first girl in their neighborhood to find herself in that predicament, and this was the enlightened eighties after all. But her father had still been so angry that he’d sent her to Detroit to live with his sister while arrangements were made to put both babies up for adoption.
When they were born, however, Lori couldn’t go through with it. She kept the babies and stayed with her aunt until her father finally relented and came for her.
