Dearest Ricky,
I visited your father today. I know you will be angry. I’m sorry it has to be this way, more than anything I want to see you grow up, go to college, find a girl to love, raise a family. You are my bright light as I wait for my Lord to take me.
My time is coming. When you get this I will be gone. I love you more than anything on earth, and I will do everything to protect you. That is why I had to see your father.
I never lied to you about your dad. People say horrid things about him. Many of them are true. But he never hurt me, not once, and he loves us. With me, he was gentle and kind and sweet. Most people never saw that side of him. Forgiveness is not easy, harder I suspect for a twelve-year-old man. But I forgave your dad. I hope, someday, you can do the same.
My brother will be your legal guardian. I’ve already filled out the paperwork and your father signed it. Jimmy is a good man, loyal and trustworthy. He will do everything to protect you. Anything to keep you away from the Swains.
Your father told the monster that he would destroy her if anyone hurt you. He always said he had a card to play if he had to, and for you and you alone, he’s willing to use it. You need to understand what this means. If your father is forced to reveal the evidence he has hidden all these years, the monster will be locked up for life, but your father will be killed in prison as a traitor. He will do this because he loves you. He will do anything to protect you.
If I had any money, Jimmy could take you far away from here, give you a different name. But you’ll be safe here. There are people watching out for you.
I am not scared of dying, sweet son. I have put my soul on the mercy of my Lord. I know you will cry for me. My only regret in dying is not being with you. But do not mourn me. In Heaven, there is no pain. There is no suffering, no betrayal, no monsters. There is only pure love. As you read this, know that I am at peace.
Do not be sad long, my son. My love will be with you forever.
— Your mother, now and always
Sean read the letter twice, committing it to memory. Most kids who lost a parent didn’t have a letter.
For Sean, it had been so sudden he didn’t believe it. It felt as if his mother-both his parents-had been ripped from him. No good-byes, no apologies, no peace.
Sean pushed aside his anger about his parents’ plane crash and took a picture of the letter with his cell phone.
Sean skimmed the rest of the letters, but nothing revealed the identity of the monster she mentioned in her last letter.
Folded at the bottom of the box was her marriage certificate and Ricky’s birth certificate. Her name was Abigail Benson.
Her husband had been Paul Swain.
Ricky’s father was Paul Swain, a convicted killer.
Sean put the box back exactly as he’d found it and sent both Patrick and Duke a note about what he’d uncovered. Since Patrick was heading to Albany tonight, Duke could get answers faster, Sean hoped. The letter was written a year after Swain went to prison, and Sean suspected that what was happening in Spruce Lake today related directly to Paul Swain’s drug-running days.
There are people watching out for you.
Sean knew who had the answer to his questions. First, he needed to find Ricky Swain; then he’d pay a visit to Paul Swain.
NINETEEN
Lucy sat alone in the cabin and stared at the picture of Victoria Sheffield on Sean’s laptop.
She looked like the woman Lucy had seen dead in the mine. Blond hair, long and wavy, five feet six inches tall and one hundred thirty-five pounds. She’d been missing for just over four months, since January second, and if alive, would turn twenty-eight at the end of the month.
Lucy had seen the woman for only a few minutes. Was she now imprinting someone with a similar appearance? Could she trust her memory?
Victoria Sheffield’s file was sparse. She had been last seen in Albany, New York, but it didn’t list where specifically, nor did it state what she was last seen wearing or driving.
None of the other women had caught Lucy’s eye. The shape of the face different, the hair too dark, the nose wrong. But Victoria … Lucy was ninety percent certain it was her.
It would fit. She went missing in early January, could easily have been preserved in the mine without any decomposition, yet she wasn’t dressed for the weather. No visible sign of what might have caused her death, but she could have been suffocated, poisoned, any number of things that would leave no obvious external marks.
The Albany FBI office had issued the alert, which was odd-standard missing persons were usually issued by local law enforcement. She dialed the 800 number. As soon as she reported that she may have information regarding Victoria Sheffield, her call was transferred.
A minute later, a deep voice came on the line. “Ms. Kincaid?”
“Yes.”
“I’m the assistant special agent in charge, Brian Candela. You saw Victoria Sheffield?” His voice was gruff and to the point.
The number-two guy in the Albany FBI field office was taking her call, before an agent even verified her story? That alone told her this was an extremely important case for the FBI. Her curiosity was definitely piqued.
“Yes, sir. I believe so.”
“Believing you saw her and seeing her are not the same thing. Either you saw Agent Sheffield or you didn’t.”
Lucy sat up straighter. “Agent Sheffield?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss the circumstances surrounding Agent Sheffield’s disappearance. Where did you think you saw her?”
“I’m on vacation in the Adirondacks, in a small community called Spruce Lake on the edge of the state park. On Wednesday, I was in the Kelley Mine outside of town and saw a dead body that matches Victoria Sheffield’s description. I reported it, but when authorities arrived the next morning, the body had gone missing.”
“Which agency did you report to?”
“Sheriff’s Department. I don’t think the responding officer took my report seriously. But I assure you, it’s not a prank. I’m an agent-in-training scheduled to report to Quantico later this summer.”
Candela asked, “Is there someone I can call to verify your identity?”
“Special Agent Noah Armstrong.” She gave Candela her training supervisor’s office line and cell phone number.
“Please hold.”
Lucy stared at Sheffield’s picture on the computer. She had been only a couple years older than Lucy. She couldn’t have been an agent for long.
What happened to you, Victoria?
Several minutes later, Candela came back on the phone. His tone changed just a fraction, a bit more cordial, but still brusque. “Agent Kincaid?”
Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. Technically she was an agent-in-training, not a special agent, but a small thrill went through her. “Yes, sir?”
“I just spoke with Noah Armstrong and he vouched for you, confirmed you are on vacation in Spruce Lake. Please tell me exactly what happened from when you found Agent Sheffield’s body until now.”
After Lucy related her discovery of a body down in the Kelley Mine, there was dead silence. Lucy went on, getting a bit nervous, but reciting the facts of the case kept her calm and focused. She explained in detail, finishing with the disappearance of Sheffield’s body.
“You mean to say the body was moved?”
“That’s the only explanation.”
“Did you photograph the scene?”
“Today I did, but when I found the body I honestly didn’t think of it. I was in the mine to rescue Sean, since he’d been injured.”
“Why did you go back down?”
“To look for evidence. As I mentioned, I didn’t feel the police had taken me seriously because the body was gone when they arrived.”
“What evidence?”
The conversation now sounded like an interrogation. Lucy told him what she and Sean found in the mine that morning and the reaction of the sheriff’s deputy. She concluded, “I used to work for the D.C. M
edical Examiner, and I’ve been trained in evidence collection. I followed all protocols.” Except for the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be down there in the first place. “I understand that I had no authority to do so, but the deputy sheriff who responded essentially believed that I was making it up. I didn’t know when, or if, they would go back to the mine to search for her body. The mine is unstable and dangerous, according to Fire and Rescue. But I know what I saw, and I know someone went down after I reported her and removed the body.”
“Are you suggesting that someone in the local police department had a part in this?”
“I wouldn’t rule it out. This is a small town-by dinnertime, I suspect everyone knew there was a body in the mine.”
“And why didn’t you contact me immediately?” He sounded both angry, and upset.
“I didn’t know who she was. After her body went missing, my brother Patrick-Sean’s partner-pulled all the missing persons files for the Northeast that matched the description I gave him. She’s the only one who is close.”
“Close? You mean you may be wrong?” He sounded hopeful.
“I’m nearly certain it’s Agent Sheffield. But I was only with the body for a few minutes.” She didn’t want to give him false hope, but she couldn’t swear it was her.
“You said she could have been there for months or days-explain.”
“I’m not an entomologist, so I’m really just making a guess, and I don’t like to do that.”
“You need to understand that no one has seen Agent Sheffield since December twenty-third.”
“The missing person’s report says January second.”
“She filed a report, via email, on January second, but no one has spoken to her in person since December.”
“She was undercover?”
“It’s a classified investigation, and as an agent-in-training I don’t think you have the clearance.”
She winced at his tone, but understood. A message popped up on Lucy’s screen. It was from Noah.
Call me when you’re done with Candela.
She said, “Based on the appearance of the body, I think she was frozen. Not in a freezer, but naturally, in the underground mine. No freezer burn or ice that indicates a mechanical unit was involved in any way, and because her body was flat-arranged that way, would be my guess, based on the positioning of her arms-I’m guessing she was down there prior to full rigor. Meaning, less than twelve hours after her death.”
“Was there any sign of a struggle or injuries?”
“No outward cause of death. No bruising around the neck to indicate strangulation-though, to be honest, I don’t know how or if freezing would impact her appearance.”
While she was talking, Sean walked in. He was about to speak, but saw she was on the phone.
“Send me the photos,” Candela ordered.
“Of course.” She had already downloaded the photos to Sean’s laptop. She zipped them into one file.
Candela gave her his email, then said, “I need the name and contact information of all people involved in the search for Agent Sheffield.”
Lucy typed everything she had in the email as she told him the same information. “Thank you. I’ll be in touch,” he said, then hung up.
Lucy turned to Sean. “Well, that was Albany FBI. ASAC Candela.” She shook her head, still trying to absorb all the information Candela did share with her. “I identified the body. Victoria Sheffield. She was an FBI agent.”
Sean sat across from her. “FBI? What was she doing here?”
“He wouldn’t say. I think he was surprised. She disappeared between December twenty-third and January second.”
“A Fed is missing and it’s not plastered on the national news?”
She turned the laptop around and showed Sean the missing persons report. “It doesn’t even say she’s a federal agent in the report. There’s nothing about her, other than her photo and description.”
“If they didn’t want anyone knowing she was a Fed, maybe they have an active investigation.”
“He didn’t give me any details.”
Sean stood and looked out the window. It was getting late, the sun was setting to the southwest, and Lucy wondered what had him so preoccupied. Usually he preferred to talk out possible scenarios.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I found the arsonist. His name is Ricky Swain.”
She leaned forward, palms hitting the desk. “Swain?”
“The son of Paul Swain.”
“What happened?”
“After I went to Canton-which was mostly a wasted trip-I made a detour to Colton and waited until school got out. I spotted him and ran the plates.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow as Sean related what had happened at James Benson’s house.
“What did you find in Benson’s house?” she asked, ignoring the obvious fact that it had been an illegal search.
“Letters from Ricky’s dead mother. One in particular stands out.” He plugged his cell phone into his laptop, scrolled through, then turned the screen to face her. “Read this.”
Lucy scanned the image of the letter, not only absorbing the information it contained, but wondering if this beautiful but sad letter was partly the cause of an uneasy vibe she was getting from Sean.
“What do you think Abigail meant by the card her husband had to play? And why would their son be in danger?” Lucy frowned, looking at the letter again. “If we take what she’s writing at face value, she was genuinely concerned about her son’s safety.”
“It’s vague, but Ricky must know who the ‘monster’ is.”
Lucy reread the letter slowly. Three sentences stood out.
He will do everything to protect you. Anything to keep you away from the Swains.
Your father told the monster that he would destroy her if anyone hurt you.
“Sean, why would Abigail write that her brother Jimmy would do anything to keep Ricky away from the Swains? Ricky is a Swain.” Lucy added, “And the monster she writes about is a woman.”
“Patrick found only two female Swains in the immediate family,” Sean said. “The woman who married Butch and the younger sister.”
Lucy looked at the notes from Patrick. “Kathy Davis Swain married Butch fourteen years ago, so she was in the family during Abigail’s illness. And Roberta Swain moved to Florida sixteen years ago, but Patrick couldn’t trace her after that. She’d be thirty-four now.”
Sean leaned over and sent Patrick and Duke a message. “I’ll get them working on it, because you’re right-Abigail was very concerned.”
“And yet look what’s happened anyway. Her son is involved in something extremely dangerous.”
“I need to find Ricky again. The kid’s scared shitless. And now his uncle is missing and presumed dead. This is no coincidence-it’s all connected.”
“He could be setting you up. Can you trust him?”
“Hardly, but I’m not going to dismiss him as a lost cause. The kid has been through hell. What if Benson wasn’t the paragon of virtue his sister thought he was? What if he got in deep with whoever took over the Swain drug operation? Or something worse?”
“Patrick said there’s nothing on law enforcement radar.”
“Yet you found a dead federal agent in the mine. There’s something we’re missing!”
Sean had a point. They had only a few pieces of the puzzle and none quite fit.
“Ricky wasn’t scared of his uncle,” Sean said. “In fact, if anything, he seemed protective. And his reaction to Benson’s death was real enough. He’s hurting.”
“What are we going to do about it?” Lucy asked. “Obviously, the kid is in trouble, but he nearly killed you.”
“He knows how to reach me, and I think he will try to make contact. If not today, I’ll track him down tomorrow. After I go to the prison to talk to Paul Swain. He has the answers I need.”
Lucy didn’t like that idea, though she had to admit it sounded logical. This situation had exploded fa
r beyond simple vandalism. “Do you think he’ll cooperate?”
Before Sean could respond, her phone rang. “It’s Noah,” she said.
“Word gets around fast,” Sean mumbled.
“The FBI needed to verify my credentials,” Lucy said as she answered the call. Sean and Noah weren’t friends, though Lucy appreciated that both made an effort to be cordial.
“Hi, Noah,” Lucy said.
“You didn’t call.” Direct and to the point, as always.
“Sean came in and I was filling him in on the details.”
“This situation sounds serious.”
“I’m going to put my phone on speaker, if you don’t mind.”
Noah paused. Sean wasn’t looking at her, but his jaw was tense. “Fine,” Noah said crisply.
She put her cell phone down on the desk and turned up the speaker volume. “It’s just Sean and me,” she said.
“Rogan,” Noah said in greeting.
“Agent Armstrong,” Sean said formally.
Lucy ignored the tension and asked, “Do you know what Agent Sheffield was investigating when she disappeared?”
“Enough to know you’re in dangerous territory. Candela asked me to come to Albany. He’d like you to join us and debrief the task force.”
“What task force?”
“I don’t know who’s involved, but it’s related to Sheffield’s case. She was working undercover for the white-collar crimes squad.”
“White collar? Bribery and political corruption?” Hardly her area of expertise.
“They also handle intellectual property rights, corporate espionage, major fraud. From what Candela said,” Noah continued, “I gather that not only was Victoria Sheffield exceptionally good at her job, she loved it. About three years ago, illegal DVDs started popping up in Canada. Piracy is nothing new, but these were special-top quality. An international task force was created, and last summer they’d identified an operative they felt could be used.”
“Who?” Sean asked. This was definitely his area of strength, particularly corporate espionage.
“Candela didn’t say. When they were about to take down the ring, Sheffield discovered that the piracy was just a small part of the operation-and that she still hadn’t identified the leader. They agreed to a delay, then her communications became sporadic. She met with her boss and her Canadian counterpart before Christmas, told them she was close, and would contact them on January second-after a big meeting that was supposed to take place between the principals. She was scheduled to visit her parents for Christmas but never showed.”
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