It took a few minutes but Pam Skinner eventually came to meet her. The woman was red-faced from crying and looked as if she had not slept a wink the night before. Are you Agent White? she asked.
I am.
Thanks for coming, Pam said. My brother told me youd be coming by at some point.
If its too soon, I can
No, no, I want to get it out now, she said.
Is your husband at home?
Hes elected to stay in the living room with our pastor. Vincent took this incredibly hard. He fainted twice last night and goes through these little moments where he just refuses to believe its happened and
As if out of nowhere, a huge sob escaped Pams throat and she leaned against the wall. She hitched her breath and swallowed down what Mackenzie was sure was grief that needed to come out.
Mrs. SkinnerI can come back later.
No. Now, please. Ive had to stay strong all night for Vincent. I can manage a few more minutes for you. Justcome on to the kitchen.
Mackenzie followed Pam Skinner down the hallway and toward the kitchen, where Mackenzie started to recognize the smell shed noticed earlier. Apparently, Pam had put some cinnamon rolls in the oven, perhaps in an effort to continue putting off her sorrow for her husband. Pam checked on them half-heartedly as Mackenzie settled down at a stool by the kitchen bar.
I spoke with Dr. Haggerty this morning, Mackenzie said. Shes been lobbying to have the Miller Moon Bridge torn down. Your sons name came up. She said she finds it very hard to believe that Kenny would have taken his own life.
Pan nodded emphatically. Shes absolutely right. Kenny would have never killed himself. The idea is absolutely ridiculous.
Do you have any strong and valid reasons to suspect that someone would want to harm your son?
Pam shook her head, just as furiously as she had nodded it moments before. I thought about that all night. And it brought up some harsh truths about Kenny, sure. He had some guys that might not have cared too much for him because Kenny tended to steal women away from their boyfriends. But it never came to anything serious.
And in the past few weeks, you hadnt heard Kenny say anything or act in a certain way that might indicate that he was having thoughts about hurting himself?
No. Nothing of the sort. Even when Kenny was in a bad mood, he managed to light up a room. He rarely even got angry about anything. He wasnt a perfect child but by God, I dont believe there was a single ounce of anger or hatred in him. I just find it absolutely beyond comprehension that he would have killed himself.
Another sob escaped her throat between the words killed and himself.
Do you know if he had any sort of ties to that bridge? Mackenzie asked.
No more than the other teens and young adults in town. Im sure he likely did some drinking or some flirting down there, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Mackenzie could sense the dam about to break within Pam Skinner. Another minute or two and she was going to snap.
One more question, and please know that I have to ask it. But how certain are you that you knew your son well? Do you think there might have been some second life secrets he was keeping from you and your husband?
She thought for a moment as tears trailed down her eyes. Slowly, she said, I suppose anything is possible. But if Kenny was hiding some sort of second life from us, he was doing it with the skill of a spy. And while he was a great kid, he was not very committed to things. For him to have to hide something like that
I follow you, Mackenzie said. Im going to leave you to deal with this now. But please, if you think of anything else in the coming days, call me right away.
With that, Mackenzie got to her feet and placed her business card on the countertop. Im so very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Skinner.
Mackenzie left quickly but not in a rude way. She could feel the weight of the familys loss until she was back outside, the door closed behind her. And even then, on the way to her car, she could hear the sounds of Pam Skinner finally letting out her grief. It was beyond haunting and it broke Mackenzies heart a little bit.
Even when she was out of the driveway, the noise of Pam Skinners crying swept through her head like a fall breeze rattling dead leaves across an abandoned street.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was no coroner in the entire county. Even the Office of the Medical Examiner was an hour and a half away from Kingsville, located in Arlington. Rather than driving back to DC only to most likely head right back to Kingsville, Mackenzie returned to her motel room and made a series of calls. Ten minutes later, she was phoning into a Skype session with the coroner who had overseen the Malory Thomass and Kenny Skinners bodies. Kenny Skinners body was not yet fully prepared and ready to evaluate, so that made things a bit harder.
Still, Mackenzie placed the call and waited for an answer. The man on the other end was one whom Mackenzie had worked with a few times on other cases, a middle-aged man with wiry gray hair named Barry Burke. It was nice to see a familiar face after the morning shed had. She still couldnt quite shake the sounds of loss that had come out of Pam Skinner as she left their house.
Hey there, Agent White, Burke said.
Hey. So Im being told that theres not much we can get from the body of Kenny Skinner yet, is that right?
Im afraid so. At the risk of sounding crude, its a pretty big mess. If you let me know what youre looking for, I can send it to the top of the priorities list.
Any fresh scratches or bruising. Any signs that he might have been involved in a struggle.
Will do. NowI assume you need to know the same about Malory Thomas, right?
Thats right. Do you have anything?
You know, we might. I hate to say it, but when we get a body that is pretty obviously a suicide, there are certain things that instantly drop to the bottom of our list of priorities. So yeswe found something on Malory Thomas that, in all honesty, could be nothing. But if youre looking for scratches
What do you have? she asked.
Give me one second and Ill shoot you a picture, he said. He clicked around for a while and then the paperclip icon popped up in the Skype window.
Mackenzie clicked it and a JPEG opened up on her screen. She was looking at the underside of Malory Thomass right hand.
Mackenzie zoomed in on the picture and saw what Burke was talking about right away. Between the first and second knuckle of three of the fingers, there were very apparent cuts and abrasions. The cuts looked very ragged and, while not bloody, raw and grisly all the same. There were two very large scratches on the upper part of her palm that looked like they might also be fairly recent. Lastly, there appeared to be some form of very faint indention in the meat of her hand just above the palm, making a small half-circle shape. For some reason, this one stuck out more so than the others. It seemed odd, and that usually meant it was the smoking gun she was looking for.
Does that help you at all? Burke asked.
I dont know yet, Mackenzie said. But its more than what I had a minute ago.
Also, this might be of noteone second. Burke rolled away from his desk for about ten seconds and then came back into view. He was holding a small plastic bag. Inside of it was what looked like a piece of tree bark. He held it closer to the camera. Mackenzie saw a piece of wood about an inch wide and an inch and a half long.
Does that help you at all? Burke asked.
I dont know yet, Mackenzie said. But its more than what I had a minute ago.
Also, this might be of noteone second. Burke rolled away from his desk for about ten seconds and then came back into view. He was holding a small plastic bag. Inside of it was what looked like a piece of tree bark. He held it closer to the camera. Mackenzie saw a piece of wood about an inch wide and an inch and a half long.
This was in her hair, Burke said. And the only reason we found it interesting is because it was the only piece of it in her hair. Usually when something like this is found on a body, particularly in the hair, theres a good amount of it. Wood chips, mulch, things like that. But this was the only piece.
Weird question for you, Mackenzie said. Can you snap a picture of that and send it to my email?
Hey, thats one of the least weird requests Ive gotten this week. Job perks, you know
Thanks for the meeting, Mackenzie said. Any idea when youll be able to get a better look at Kenny Skinner?
Im hoping within a few hours.
I hope to be back in DC tonight. Ill reach out when I get back and hopefully be able to make it by there.
With those plans set in place, they ended the call. Mackenzie emailed the picture of Malory Thomass palm to her cell phone and then headed out at once. She thought of the scrapes and the barely there indention on the womans hand, as well as the single piece of wood. It all meant somethingshe could feel it trying to click into place in her head.
Rather than puzzle it over in the motel, she figured there was no better place to go over it than the scene of the alleged crime. Her only hope was that Miller Moon Bridge was less somber and sinister-looking in the light of day.
***When she reached the turn-off that led to the gravel road that dead-ended at Miller Moon Bridge, she was pleased to see a county police car parked along the edge. The bored-looking officer looked up when she pulled her car in alongside his. She flashed her badge and he waved her on after squinting closely at it.
Within a quarter of a mile, she reached the END STATE MAINTENANCE sign. It was at this point that the road became nothing but gravel. She took it slowly, listening to the crunch of pebbles beneath the car while it kicked up dust. After another mile or so, the first white struts of Miller Moon Bridge came into view, rising slightly in the air at a slanted angle. She came around a bend and then saw the whole thing, stretched out over the drop-off where a very dry riverbed sat underneath. While it didnt look quite as spooky in the daylight, the structure did show its age.
She parked several feet away from where the wooden planks began. She tried to imagine driving a car to the other side of this thing thirty or forty years ago and the mere thought of it terrified her. As she stepped onto the planks, she looked to the other side. There were two concrete barriers standing about four feet tall between the end of the bridge and the start of a road that was clearly no longer being used. It quite literally felt like she was stepping out onto the very edge of the world, where everything came to an end.
As she walked slowly along the bridge, she pulled up the picture of Malorys palm. She also opened the attachment in the email Burke had sent her after the Skype call. She opened up the image of the small piece of wood, having them both at the ready. She had no idea what she was looking for but felt confident shed know it when her eyes fell on it.
As it turned out, that didnt take very long.
Shed made it about ten feet across the bridge when she noticed the layout of the beams and struts that ran along the sides of the bridge. They all, of course, ran underneath it for support, but on the other side of the white rails that separated the bridge from the open space beyond, there was a single iron strut that stuck out about two feet wider than the bridge. It was just wide enough for someone to step out onto.
She looked down the length of the bridge and counted three different struts. She went to the rail and hunkered down to get a closer look. The strut in front of her also supported five smaller struts than ran beneath the bridge. These smaller ones were attached to the larger ones with large bolts. The bolts were capped off with what looked like smooth metal caps, worn and rusted with age.
Mackenzie looked at the picture of Malorys palm, zooming in on the indentation in her skin. Slightly circular, the curves looking very much like the circumference of the metal caps on the strut.
She ran her finger carefully over the metal cap. Yes, it was smooth probably put there to hide the rougher edging of whatever industrial bolt had been used to attach the struts but the edges of the caps were a little rough around the edges.
Mackenzie got back to her feet and slowly walked a bit farther down the bridge. She saw the same layout, one after another. Five bolts, the ends of which were covered by those smooth iron caps. There would then be a break in the spacing of the caps, and then there would be five more. She counted three sets of five in the first iron strut, and then five in the next.
She didnt get to the third iron strut on the last portion of the bridge, though. When she was about halfway down the bridge, she came to a spot where the wooden base of the bridges frame poked out just a bit from beyond the iron strut. Not muchmaybe three inches. But it was enough for Mackenzie to realize that the beams and struts beneath the bridge were partially made of wood perhaps just the original frame or additional construction.
She again went to her knees and leaned a bit out past the safety railings. She ran her hand along the little bit of exposed wood. It was old and brittle but quite hard. She compared the color and texture of the wood to the small piece that Burke had bagged and showed to her. Even with the glare of her cell phone, she could tell that it was the same.
But if she jumped, how the hell did it get into her hair?
She was pretty sure the picture of Malorys palm answered that question.
If the indention of one of those caps was on her palm, she didnt jump. She was hanging from the bridgemaybe trying to save herself. And the wood chip in her hairif she was hanging from this very spot, its not too hard to believe that this old wood might have flaked off into her hair as she tried to regain her grip.
She ran her thumb over the five caps along the strut in front of her one by one. At the one second to the end, she felt a roughness to the caps ending. It was certainly rough enough to cause those paper-thin abrasions on Malorys hand.
With her heart in her chest, Mackenzie looked down over the rail. The rocks that had ultimately killed Malory Thomas and Kenny Skinner waited down there. Even from this height, she could see the discoloration where there had been blood less than twelve hours ago.
Im standing where they stood, Mackenzie thought. They were standing right here moments before they died.
She then looked back to the picture of the indentation in Malorys palm, and then back to the bolt caps. And then she corrected her thought: They were standing right here moments before they were murdered.
CHAPTER NINE
Mackenzie did not have cell phone reception until she was back off of the gravel road so she wasnt able to call McGrath with an update for another ten minutes. His secretary said he was out of the office and he did not answer his cell phone. She decided not to leave a message and, instead, called up Sheriff Tate.