Free Broken Promise by Linwood Barclay Page B

said.
    “Say what?”
    “The three women who were attacked. I want their names and contact information. They need to be interviewed.”
    “I suppose we could do that.”
    “This isn’t a Thackeray College issue,” Duckworth said. “This is a Promise Falls issue. Your attacker may not be a student. He may be someone from town. And vice versa. If it’s a student, or even a member of the faculty—”
    “Oh, Jesus, don’t even go there,” Duncomb said.
    “—or even a member of the faculty, there’s nothing to stop him from heading into town and attacking someone there. You need our resources and expertise. We need to talk to those women.”
    “Fine, fine, I’ll get those to you.” He put his hands flat on the desk. “We done?”
    “No,” Duckworth said. “I came here to ask you about something else.”
    “Okeydoke.”
    “Have you had any acts of animal cruelty on campus?”
    “Animal cruelty?” He shook his head slowly. “I guess they still dissect frogs over in the biology building. Has Kermit filed a complaint?”
    “No poisoned dogs or cats? No cutting the heads off the Canada geese I see wandering around here?”
    Duncomb shook his head one last time. “Nothing like that at all. Why?”
    Duckworth felt a buzzing in his jacket. “Excuse me,” he said. He took out the phone and put it to his ear. “Duckworth.”
    He listened for several seconds, reached into his pocket for a small notebook and a pen. He scribbled down a Breckonwood Drive address, then put the phone away.
    He stood. “Do not send your Joyce out there as a decoy. And I want those names.”
    Duckworth dropped a business card on the man’s desk, and found his way out.

TEN
    David
    BILL Gaynor had been okay with my holding the baby while the situation was being defused, but damned if he was going to let me hang on to Matthew now that Breckonwood was swarming with police.
    He did agree to Officer Humboldt’s suggestion, however, that the baby be placed in the arms of a uniformed female officer, who in turn was going to hand him over to the first person who showed up from the Promise Falls Department of Children’s Services.
    Besides, I couldn’t imagine Gaynor wanted to be holding on to a crying child while he attempted to answer questions about what had happened to his wife, Rosemary, back in that kitchen. Especially if that meant going back into that house.
    I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Her lifeless gaze upward. The ripped blouse. The blood.
    So much blood.
    Gaynor wasn’t the only one who had to be persuaded that Matthew needed to be left in someone else’s care, at least for now.
    “They’ll never give him back to me,” Marla said. “Once they take him away they’ll never give him back.”
    We were over by my car, and I had taken my cousin into my arms, held her as she went from one crying jag to another.
    “We’ll just have to wait and see how things go,” I told her, even though I knew we were more likely to be struck by a meteor than to see the Gaynors’ baby handed back to Marla.
    I had few doubts that Matthew belonged to the Gaynors.
    It wasn’t as if it had actually been spelled out for me, but it wasn’t hard to put it all together. Marla had a child in her house that was not hers. She had some crazy story about an “angel” dropping him off like a FedEx parcel. There was the addressed flyer in the stroller. When Bill Gaynor returned home from some business trip, he went into a panic about his missing baby, Matthew.
    And he instantly recognized his son in my car.
    The dots were not that hard to connect.
    So I didn’t think the odds of Marla going home with Matthew were particularly good. But I couldn’t help but wonder what the odds were that Marla had something to do with Rosemary Gaynor’s death. Was it possible, I wondered, as I tried to comfort her, that my cousin was capable of something like that?
    I honestly had no idea.
    The cops had asked us a few preliminary questions, then told