national missing persons database,â Fennimore said without hesitation.
âI put the victimâs age and physical details on there,â Hicks said. âYou can also input reference DNA samples from the family. Soon as a new unnamed personâs DNA goes on there, itâs cross-checked with all the reference DNA on the system â if they reported her missing, weâll get a name.â
â
If
it goes on the system,â Fennimore said. NamUs was less than ten years old, and from what he remembered of the lecture heâd attended, the biggest difficulty theyâd had was getting word of its existence out to front-line law-enforcement officers. âAs I understand it, filling out the forms is not mandatory. Plus, her family would have to know sheâs missing,
and
they would need to know about NamUs
and
they would have to give a damn.â
She looked downhearted and he realized heâd jumped on one of his hobby horses and ridden it too hard. But Fennimore found it hard to apologize; Kate Simms always said that it was his least appealing characteristic. By way of making amends, he said, âWhat dâyou need from me?â
She showed no emotion, but he noticed she did put her foot on the gas. âWould you take a look at the files? Theyâre in the centre console.â She patted the armrest.
The possibility that the two cases were linked was slight. But he was here because he had time to spare, and Abigail Hicks was a pleasant distraction from his own concerns. He lifted up the armrest and drew out two folders. One bore the six-point star of Creek County Sheriffâs Department. He didnât ask how sheâd got hold of a file from a county sheriff she no longer worked for, but he admired her resourcefulness.
They drove past sagging wooden shacks â a hairdresserâs, two bait shops, one derelict â then on into the town proper. Westfield was a solid Midwest town; the architecture mainly early twentieth century, square-built red stone, except for the Court House, which gleamed white, set back from the road amongst lawns and trees and bright municipal flowerbeds. But every third shop on Main Street was closed down and, at 9.15 in the morning, it was empty of people.
The Creek County victim that Hicks had found and almost lost entirely, three years back, was Shayla Reed, twenty-two.
âShayla was taken into foster care after her momma died of an overdose and her daddy walked out, leaving her and her baby sister in a two-room rental with a packet of Cheetos and a can of Tab each,â Hicks said. âShayla ended up in foster home after foster home, and drifted into addiction and occasional prostitution.â
Shaylaâs body had been found by Deputy Hicksâs fishermen several months after she was dumped.
âWe IDâd her through NamUs,â Hicks said. âIt happened that her sister checked out the website for the first time just after I put Shaylaâs details on there â you believe that? Shayla had been out of touch. At first, her not being around seemed like a good thing, âcos all she ever wanted was a handout. But it wasnât like Shayla to miss birthdays and Thanksgiving. She wasnât at her last known address, so her sister did an online search, found NamUs, typed in her distinguishing features.
âThereâs a snapshot of Shayla with her sisterâs kids â itâs in a buff envelope, near the back of the file.â
Fennimore rooted through and discovered an 8 x 5 glossy: Shayla, laughing, on her hands and knees with a toddler riding bronco on her back. He flipped the photo; the inscription read, âShayla on Bobbieâs fourth birthday. Happy times.â
Shayla had been living on a trailer park just off Interstate 44 in Creek County. Fennimore skimmed the rest of the report, and his eye snagged on a detail that Hicks had chosen not to mention.
âThere was a child,â he
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