style="font-size:15px;"> “First of all,” she said, “it’s a Monday afternoon during the school year, not Spring Break in Daytona. And second, she wouldn’t do that.”
Stafford shook his head.
“We all get a little crazy sometimes, Mia,” he said. “Hell, when I turned fifteen, I drank ten beers in a couple of hours. I was literally heaving my guts out for three days. I remember my dad got a good chuckle out of that. I think he was pretty proud of me, actually.”
Keri nodded, pretending that was completely normal. No point in alienating a US senator if she could avoid it.
“Thanks, Senator. You’re probably right. But as long as I’m here, would you mind if I took a quick peek in Ashley’s room?”
He shrugged and pointed to the staircase.
“Go for it.”
Upstairs, at the end of the hall, Keri entered Ashley’s room and closed the door. The decor was about what she expected – a fancy bed, matching dressers, posters of Adele and one-armed surfing legend Bethany Hamilton. She had a retro lava lamp on the bedside table. Resting on one of her pillows was a stuffed animal. It was so old and tattered that Keri couldn’t tell if it was a dog or a sheep.
She fired up the Mac laptop on Ashley’s desk and was surprised to find it wasn’t password protected.
What teenager leaves her unprotected laptop sitting out on her desk for any nosy adult to check?
The Internet history showed searches for only the last two days; the priors had been cleared. What was left mostly appeared to relate to a biology paper she was researching. There were also a few visits to websites for local modeling agencies, as well as a few in New York and Las Vegas. Another was to the site for an upcoming surfing tournament in Malibu. She had also gone to the site of a local band called Rave.
Either this girl is the most boring goody two-shoes of all time or she’s leaving this stuff out on purpose to present an image she wants her folks to buy.
Keri’s instinct told her it was the latter.
She sat down at the foot of Ashley’s bed and closed her eyes, trying to channel the mindset of a fifteen-year-old girl. She’d been one once. She still hoped to have one of her own. After two minutes, she opened her eyes and tried to look at the room fresh. She scanned the shelves, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
She was about to give up when her gaze fell on a math book at the end of Ashley’s bookshelf. It read Algebra for 9th Grade.
Didn’t Mia say Ashley was in tenth grade? Her friend Thelma saw her in geometry class. So why is she holding on to an old textbook? Just in case she needs a refresher?
Keri grabbed the book, opened it, and began paging through it. Two-thirds of the way through, easy to miss, she found two pages carefully taped together. There was something hard in between them.
Keri sliced open part of the tape and something fell out onto the floor. She picked it up. It was an extremely authentic-looking fake driver’s license with Ashley’s face on it. The name on it was Ashlynn Penner. The date of birth indicated she was twenty-two.
More confident that she was now on the right track, Keri moved quickly through the room. She didn’t know how long she had before the Penns got suspicious. After five minutes, she found something else. Tucked in a tennis shoe in the back of the closet was a spent 9mm casing.
She got out an evidence bag, pocketed it along with the fake ID, and left the room. Mia Penn was walking down the hall toward her as she closed the door. Keri could tell something had happened.
“I just got a call from Ashley’s friend Thelma. She’s been talking to people about Ashley not making it home. She says another friend named Miranda Sanchez saw Ashley get into a black van on Main Street next to a dog park near the school. She said she couldn’t be sure if Ashley got in on her own or if she was pulled in. It didn’t seem that weird to her until she heard Ashley was missing.”
Kerry kept her expression neutral despite the sudden increase in her blood pressure.
“Do you know anyone who has a black van?”
“No one.”
Keri started briskly down the hall toward the stairs. Mia Penn tried desperately to keep up.
“Mia, I need you to call the detectives’ line at the station – the one you reached me on. Tell whoever picks up – it’ll probably be a guy named Suarez – that I said to call. Give him Ashley’s physical description and what she was wearing. Also give him the names and contact information for everyone you mentioned to me: Thelma, Miranda, the boyfriend Denton Rivers, all of them. Then tell him to call me.”
“Why do you need all that info?”
“We’re going to have them all interviewed.”
“You’re starting to freak me out. This is bad, isn’t it?” Mia demanded.
“Probably not. But better safe than sorry.”
“What can I do?”
“I need you to stay here in case Ashley calls or shows up.”
They got downstairs. Keri looked around.
“Where’s your husband?”
“He got called back into work.”
Keri bit her tongue and headed for the front door.
“Where are you going?” Mia shouted after her.
Over her shoulder Keri called back:
“I’m going to find your daughter.”
CHAPTER THREE
Monday
Early Evening
Outside, as she hurried back to the car, Keri tried to ignore the heat reflecting off the sidewalk. Beads of sweat formed on her brow after only a minute. As she dialed Ray’s number, she cursed quietly to herself.
I’m frickin’ six blocks from the Pacific Ocean in mid-September. When is this going to let up?
After seven rings, Ray finally picked up.
“What?” he demanded, sounding winded and annoyed.
“I need you to meet me on Main, across from West Venice High.”
“When?”
“Now, Raymond.”
“Hold on a second.” She could hear him moving around and muttering under his breath. It didn’t sound like he was alone. When he got back on the line, she could tell he’d changed rooms.
“I was kind of otherwise engaged, Keri.”
“Well, disengage yourself, Detective. We’ve got a case.”
“Is this that Venice thing?” he asked, clearly exasperated.
“It
