old, and the sitter, Shelby Royce, sixteen years old,’ said Bob. ‘The Whaleys came back from the restaurant, the two girls were gone. The three-year-old son, his name is Leo, was there alone. Mike and I have taken statements from the Whaleys, from the guy on the front desk, any servers in the restaurant who were still there. The statements are in my office. We’re talking to the rest of the staff, the guests – there are twenty rooms, eighteen were occupied – and any other diners who were at hotel. The Royces – the sitter’s parents – are at the hotel too.’
‘Were you with the Whaley family the whole time since they reported it?’ said Ren.
‘I was,’ said Bob. ‘They were in the hotel reception with their three-year-old when I arrived. Poor kid had wet himself. I went back up to the room with all three of them, so they could change his clothes. The father had to change his shirt too, because he’d been carrying the kid.’
‘And you were with them the entire time …?’ said Ren.
‘If “entire” and “whole” mean the same thing, then yes,’ said Bob.
Mike smiled.
‘Sorry,’ said Ren. ‘I’m still asleep.’
‘And yes, I have the father’s shirt in an evidence bag,’ said Bob. ‘And both kids’ clothes. Here’s a photo of the eleven-year-old, Laurie Whaley,’ said Bob.
Ren took it. ‘Oh, God, she’s beautiful.’
Bob nodded. ‘I know. It was taken tonight in the hotel room on the step-mom’s cell phone. So, it’s what she was wearing.’
Pink pajamas.
‘Were any of her other clothes gone?’ said Ren. ‘A coat? Shoes?’
‘Not according to the parents, no.’
Ren looked out the window. ‘It’s freezing out there. And what about the sitter?’ said Ren.
‘No,’ said Bob. ‘Nothing of hers in the room. Here’s her photo.’
‘The blonde ponytail, the perfect skin, the perfect smile …’ said Ren. ‘These are two very pretty girls.’
‘I know,’ said Bob.
‘So, what’s your thinking – is this an abduction?’ said Ren. ‘Did the sitter take her? If not – who was the target? Laurie Whaley or Shelby Royce? Both of them? But I can’t see how that would work – different ages, strangers to each other … or were they?’
‘Until we know differently, they were strangers,’ said Bob.
‘Do the Whaleys’ stories add up?’ said Ren.
‘Like I said, the wife’s been drinking, the husband hasn’t,’ said Bob. ‘Witnesses saw them in a “heated” discussion, the husband left the restaurant, says he checked on the kids, the kids were apparently fine … he comes back to the restaurant for half an hour, then they both go back to the room, and the kids are gone …’
‘And how long was he gone when he went to check on the kids?’ said Ren.
‘He says twenty minutes.’
‘Do we have video?’ said Ren.
‘There’s a working camera in the foyer,’ said Bob. ‘That’s it.’
‘What?’ said Ren.
‘They opened the hotel before it was ready is the general feeling,’ said Bob. ‘The electricians are still working on it. They’re disarming things, forgetting to turn them back on, etc.’
‘So, we have a bunch of contractors we need to look into as well,’ said Ren.
‘Yup,’ said Bob. ‘It’s Holder Electrical Contractors, a local firm; same firm that’s doing work here in the office.’
‘Do you have a good relationship with them?’
‘When they’re not not showing up,’ said Bob.
‘Could you call in employment records from the boss?’ said Ren.
‘Not a problem,’ said Bob.
‘I’m presuming his men are all on the books or he wouldn’t risk working under the watchful eye of High Sheriff Gage …’ said Ren.
‘I put the fear of God into these people,’ said Bob.
Ren smiled.
‘It’s a local family-run business, Holders,’ said Bob. ‘He employs part-timers, but it’s all above board from what I can tell.’
Ren nodded. ‘So, just the Whaleys are here.’
‘Yup – with their son,’ said Bob.