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Emily Kenyon 01 - A Cold Dark Place

Emily Kenyon 01 - A Cold Dark Place

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Autoren: Gregg Olsen
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University. Nearby, a little pink purse decorated with an eyeless flamingo was filled with pennies and acted as a paperweight.
    And as a touchstone to terrible things in the past, things that made Emily and Jenna closer than ever.
    “Some emotion would be nice, Derek.”
    He shrugged. On his lap was a stack of flyers that he’d had made at Kinko’s. They were facedown, but through the cheap goldenrod colored paper the photo of a woman was visible. The headline in squat, block letters, was also bold enough that it could be read backward through the paper.
    MISSING
    Derek kept his papers balanced on his lap. His arms were folded tightly across his chest. The muscles that enveloped his sturdy frame like cables spun around a rigid spool, tensed beneath his vintage Green Day concert T-shirt. He didn’t smile. There was nothing about him that seemed vulnerable.
    As a man might seem when his pregnant wife vanished.
    “Look,” Emily said, still sizing him up, “I don’t want anything from you but the truth”
    Derek clutched his papers and leaned forward then stood up. “Jesus, Sheriff, you know me. You know my family. You know that I didn’t do anything to her.”
    Emily stood so that she could meet his gaze head-on. She noticed how he hadn’t yet said Mandy’s name. She stayed quiet, hoping that her silence would invite the 30-year-old man with the ever-so-slowly receding hairline and beefy biceps to reveal something of use in the investigation. To spill more. It was a technique that had served her well in all kinds of interrogations as a Seattle cop, then as sheriff’s deputy, and finally, the sheriff. On the wall behind the man with the missing wife was a portrait of Brian Kiplinger, her predecessor and a friend she still mourned. Kip’s photo was comforting and distracting at the same time.
    “You need to be forthcoming.” she said. “We understand that things weren’t that-and I don’t mean to be unkind here that great between you,” she said, stopping herself and playing his game of not mentioning his wife’s name. “And your wife. You know your marriage was in trouble.”
    Derek slammed the flyers on Emily’s desk, the heavy thud, knocking over Jenna’s portrait. It startled her.
    “In trouble?” he asked. “We had problems, but not any more than anyone else around Cherrystone or anywhere in this country!”
    She picked up the photo and righted it. “Yes, but she was going to leave you”
    Edwards’ face went completely red. “I’m sick and tired of all the innuendo coming out of your office. I loved my wife.”
    My wife. As is she were some possession, Emily thought.
    Five days earlier, Derek Edwards had called the sheriff’s department to report Mandy was missing. He was worried when she didn’t return from her scrapbooking group that evening.
    “That’s not like her,” he had said. “Mandy wasn’t like that”
    The dispatcher had immediately seized on his words. “Mandy wasn’t like that”
    “He spoke of her in the past tense, Sheriff,” she told Emily. “Like she’s gone for good. Weird, huh?”
    Emily gave a quick nod, but said nothing.
    More than weird, she thought as she went back to her office. With her chief deputy, Casey Howard, out sick, Emily had made the first phone calls to other young women in the scrapbooking club and immediately determined that Mandy Edwards had never gotten that far.
    “We gave up on her at eight,” said one member. “At first we thought she’d needed to stop at the store. It was her night for snack. We made do with coffee and shortbread cookies.”
    Jesus, she thought. Some friends.
    And now there was the husband sitting across from her.
    Derek Edwards’s cold black eyes stared as Emily opened the folder and like a menu handed it to him. Inside was a photograph of a pretty blonde in a periwinkle sweater over a blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Emily noted that Mandy was apparently a very traditional pregnant lady who had chosen the same look her own mother’s generation had sportedpregnant woman as child. Big bows. Babyish prints. None of the trendy hipster black pregnancy wear for her-no bumpclinging spandex tops revealing a thin slice of tummy.
    “I know what my wife looks like,” he said.
    “Say her name”
    Edwards shoved the folder back at Emily. “Damn you, Emily. Mandy! Mandy is her name! Was this some kind of a test here? Why are you so willing to let another person die under your watch?”
    Emily knew he was baiting her

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