Face of Murder

Shelley sighed, her fingers searching for and twisting the small silver arrow she wore on a chain around her neck. “I know you’re sure, Z, but I don’t know her,” she said. “I have to go with the evidence. How would her hairs get into that room, if she’s not the killer?”

“I do not know, yet. But she has no motive. You have to see that.”

“No motive, but we have connections to each one of the victims. That means a motive might be lurking just beneath the surface. Don’t… don’t get mad at me, Zoe. I’m just trying to look at this objectively. In any other case, we’d be sure we had our perp.”

“No, we would not.” Zoe was hit by a sudden realization, a lightbulb moment of inspiration that was as dazzling as it was relief-granting. “I would have dismissed her as a suspect immediately. The numbers do not add up.”

“The equation?” A deep crease appeared across three inches of Shelley’s forehead. “But I thought—”

“Not the equation. The crime scenes.” Zoe stood, feeling adrenaline rush through her. She had figured it out. “My calculations at each of the scenes indicate a killer with a height of five foot nine. Dr. Applewhite is only five foot six. What is more, she weighs one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, while the killer must be over one hundred and thirty-five. There is also the consideration of the weights at Dr. North’s home. I do not believe that Dr. Applewhite would be able to lift them.”

As each fact hit home, Shelley’s expression became less and less sure, until she finally sank down into a chair next to Zoe. “All right, I believe you,” she said. “But there’s still a problem. We can’t just let her go.”

“Why not? I have just proven that she is not—”

“Yes, I know. And I do believe you. But how are we going to explain that to anyone else? You won’t let me tell anyone about your numbers thing, and that’s even before the issue of convincing people that it works every time. There’s evidence here. Cops don’t just ignore evidence. FBI agents can’t just let people go without questioning on a hunch. Even if I was fully behind letting her out—Z, we can’t. We’d have to explain it to SAIC Maitland. Probably in a court of law one day, too.”

Zoe thought this over, another idea forming in her head already. “All right,” she agreed, nodding slowly. “So, then we will question her.”

She smiled, and though Shelley met her with a baffled look, Zoe was starting to feel more confident by the second.

***

Zoe took a steadying breath and tried to ignore their surroundings. She still felt awful that Dr. Applewhite was having to sit in this bare, uncomfortable room for any longer than she already had. She still had not forgiven herself for putting her mentor there in the first place. But at least this way, she could try to make it all worthwhile.

“So, Dr. Applewhite,” she began, her eyes seeking out the red light that indicated the recorder was rolling, “you have indicated to us that you are happy to answer a few questions without a lawyer present.”

“I don’t need legal representation. I haven’t done anything wrong.” Dr. Applewhite, too, seemed to have gained some strength from knowing that Zoe would be the one to question her. She had raised her chin a couple of inches higher, and the valleys and hills around her forehead and eyes had cleared. There was only the faintest hint of a tremble in her hands as she raised one to touch her hair.

That, too, was something that Zoe had decided she was not going to forgive herself for.

“We should talk about your whereabouts during the past week. I have some specific dates and times.”

“I keep a set schedule,” Dr. Applewhite replied. “Home in the evenings, after a day of classes or patients or research groups. My receptionist has a record of everything.”

“Your husband was at home?”

A shadow passed over Dr. Applewhite’s face, her eyes searching for something on the tabletop for a brief second. “He’s often home late. Sometimes he stays at an apartment on the other side of the city. When he’s working so late there’s no sense in driving back.”

Silence rested between them for a moment. It wasn’t good. If Dr. Applewhite had had a strong alibi, Zoe could have released her almost immediately. That wasn’t going to happen.

“I didn’t do it,” Dr. Applewhite said suddenly, leaning forward over the table at an acute angle. “Any of it. I’m not that kind of person, Zoe. I’m not a killer. I couldn’t.” There was emotion in her voice, but she seemed calm. Clear and direct.

“I know,” Zoe said, her eyes flicking unbidden to that red light. She shouldn’t have said that. It could be brought up in court—the prosecution might allege that other suspects weren’t treated seriously, once they did bring the real killer to justice. Zoe sat up a little straighter, thinking that a change of subject might help. “Tell me about the equation.”