Nameless by Debra Webb Read Free Book Online

myrtles provided splashes of color, accenting the gray and green landscape. A small chapellike structure, the Pioneer Memorial Building, housed the administrative office and stood like a sanctuary amid the dead interred here. On the Seventeenth Street side of the cemetery was the old caretaker’s cottage that now accommodated the Oak Hill Memorial Association office. Nothing had changed since she was a kid.
    She looked to her right and in the distance the Social Security Administration Building loomed, its soaring, contemporary façade blocking the view of the mountains.
    “ … where hundreds of those who issue a form of assurance to the elderly can see …”
    Why here? Why this close to the Bureau’s office … out in the open, where anyone passing on the street could have seen him doing his dirty business? Had he buried the girl here? Vivian shuddered at the thought. Reminded herself to think like a trained agent, not a woman.
    And why this easy? The clues were a joke. She could have figured this much out hours ago. Why drag a seasoned veteran like McBride into the case? What was the connection between Devoted Fan and McBride? He’d referred to McBride as his “old friend.” What did any of that have to do with Alyssa Byrne?
    Bottom line, could Vivian be absolutely certain that McBride hadn’t set this up somehow, as Worth suspected?
    Maybe not … but she was willing to do whatever it took to find that child.
    She had a bad feeling that nothing about this case or this unsub was going to be what it seemed. Her gaze landed on McBride. Like him. She had seen that flicker of vulnerability in him when he had mentioned his need for lots of coffee. The pain and disappointment he hadn’t camouflaged quickly enough with his fury when he’d learned she had betrayed him.
    The man still had feelings, it seemed.
    Maybe even a conscience.
    But that didn’t make him the hero that part of her wanted to believe in. At the academy, the legends about him had been romanticized. But this was real … somebody could die for real.
    Vivian focused on the agents and uniformed officers gathered around McBride for their orders. As she slowly walked that way, the group dispersed, spreading out across the hillside to commence the grid search McBride had discussed with her en route. The sound of another vehicle arriving drew her attention to the truck with the K-9s and their handlers.
    If Alyssa Byrne was here, they would soon know it.
    Nearing McBride’s position, she called out his name. When he turned to her, she pointed beyond him to the man exiting the memorial building with Agent Schaffer. “That’s Lester Holcomb, the caretaker.”
    Vivian remembered him well. He’d worked here since she was a kid. His advanced age along with his stooped posture most likely prevented him from doing the heavy work around here anymore, but he was one of those who had every intention of staying on as long as he had a breath in him.
    “Does he live on the grounds?” McBride wanted to know as she moved up alongside him.
    “No. The locked gate is the only security at night.”
    When Schaffer was within conversational range, with Holcomb in tow, she made the necessary introductions. “He’ll open the mausoleums for us since they keep them locked now.” To McBride, she said, “I’ve called Bob Greene, Holcomb’s helper. He’s on his way in.”
    McBride considered the information before replying, “Have Davis or Pratt question him as soon as he arrives.”
    “Yes, sir.” Schaffer immediately put through a call to pass along the instruction.
    “Do the police perform any hourly drive-throughs at night?” McBride asked the caretaker as they walked to the nearest mausoleum.
    “No, sir,” Holcomb said, riffling through the big ring of keys in his hand. “When we finish for the day we lock the gate and go on home. Maybe you didn’t notice the signs but the city made it illegal to be in the cemetery after dark.”
    Vivian and McBride exchanged