This news added another layer of possibility to the case. “We could be looking at a perp who wanted nothing more than the child she carried, but there are far easier ways to handle that sort of abduction.” Kerri couldn’t get right with the idea. “Coming into the house and executing the family seems a bit of an overkill.”
Falco touched the mobile over the crib, sending it spinning slowly around. “Or maybe the pregnant lady went off the deep end and killed everyone.”
This, too, was possible. Kerri crossed to the crib and surveyed the unicorn-print bedding and mentally ticked off the info that needed to be included in the APB for Sela Abbott. To Matthews, she said, “Do we have any idea how far along she is?”
“Due date, appointments, and information on her obstetrician are in her phone,” Matthews said. “She’s thirty weeks.”
Kerri felt sick to her stomach. Until she had reason not to, she intended to consider the missing wife a victim rather than the shooter or an accomplice of some sort. Considering the pregnancy, she couldn’t see the wife putting a couple of bullets into her own mother—at least not without some serious motivation—right here in the nursery, at that. Wives and husbands killed each other all too regularly, but daughters didn’t kill their mothers quite as often. Besides, a gun wasn’t the typical weapon of choice for a woman when she murdered family members—poisoning was the more common route. Sometimes a knife. But then again, Kerri didn’t know this woman. Maybe she’d grown up with weapons. Her father and/or brothers may have been hunters. She could have frequented the shooting range the way some women flocked to their favorite book club.
Either way, two people were dead.
“Does the wife have any other family?”
Matthews shook her head. “According to the housekeeper, the mother was her only family besides her husband.”
“Anything from the neighbors?” Kerri could hope.
“We’ve canvassed the closest neighbors, but no one saw or heard anything.”
Too bad the closest neighbor hadn’t heard the gunshots, but she wasn’t surprised. Kerri had worked neighborhoods like this one before. The lavish homes were basically built to be soundproof, with sufficient distance between them to provide ample privacy. Even the landscape was designed with privacy in mind.
Kerri turned all the way around in the room to take in the unsettling scene once more; then she rested her attention on Falco. “The security company says the system was disarmed at five a.m. The shooter came in and executed the husband, presumably with a silencer so as not to wake anyone else in the house. Then he went upstairs for the mother-in-law. She surprised him by being up—or maybe the shooter didn’t use a silencer, and she heard the first shot—the mother-in-law struggled, tried to get away, requiring two shots to take her down. What the hell did he do with the wife—assuming she isn’t our killer?”
Murder was never good or kind, but there was something particularly grotesque about it when a family member was the killer.
“I guess we won’t know the answer to that until we know the why.” Falco held Kerri’s gaze a moment, then turned to Matthews. “Who found them? You mentioned a housekeeper.”
“The housekeeper showed up at eight,” Matthews explained. “She was here a few minutes before she realized something was wrong and went to the bedrooms and found the bodies.”
Beyond the fact that at least two people were dead, and a pregnant woman was missing, the entire scene felt wrong to Kerri. Something was off. “Why did Ben Abbott not hear the disarming of the security system when there’s a keypad in the master bedroom only a few feet from the bed? He and his wife, assuming she was in bed with him at the time, should have heard the warning tones.”
“Unless they were asleep,” Falco countered.
Kerri disagreed. “That wouldn’t wake you up?”
“Depends on if I took a sleeping pill or had too many beers. Maybe a few glasses of wine. These look like wine people to me.”
A frown worked its way across Kerri’s forehead. “I would think anything either one of them drank or took at or before bedtime would have been worn off by five this morning.”
Falco gave a nod. “Reasonable assessment.”
“Besides,” Kerri expanded on the conclusion, “the wife is pregnant; she shouldn’t have been drinking.”
“Doesn’t mean she wasn’t,” Falco tossed back.
“Fair point,” Kerri acquiesced.
“And why struggle to get into this room?” Falco said as he surveyed the nursery once more. “It’s not like there was a baby to protect already.”
Kerri considered the room in light of his question. “Maybe she thought the shooter wouldn’t look for her here.”
Falco walked to the closet and had a look. Kerri joined him, suddenly understanding exactly what he was looking for.
“There’s an attic-access door.” He crouched down and tugged the small door open. Heat from the attic immediately wafted into the closet. Her new partner looked up at her then. “Makes for a good hiding place.”
“She came into the nursery to hide in a place she hoped the shooter wouldn’t look,” Kerri concluded.
He nodded. “Which tells us she heard the shot that killed the vic downstairs.”
If their shooter hadn’t used a silencer, the lab could easily confirm that when the slugs were removed from the victims. “Let’s talk to the housekeeper.”
When they emerged from the closet, Matthews said, “The housekeeper’s downstairs in the kitchen.”
Kerri nodded. Maybe the lady could shed some light on whoever might have wanted these folks dead.
Or wanted something they possessed.
Downstairs the Crime Scene Unit had arrived. Kerri gave the okay for the investigators to get started. The ME and his assistant appeared next. Falco followed those guys while Kerri headed to the kitchen with Matthews to interview the housekeeper.
Officer Matthews made the introductions. Kerri pulled out a chair and sat down across the breakfast table from the woman identified as Ilana Jenkins. According to Matthews’s notes, Jenkins was sixty-seven and had worked as a housekeeper most of her adult life, the better part of that time for Ben Abbott’s family. She had retired at sixty-five, but then Abbott had convinced her to come out of retirement and work for him after he moved back to Alabama until someone suitable could be found. With the news that Mrs. Abbott was expecting, Jenkins had decided to stay on for a while longer.
Kerri moved on to the harder questions. “I know this is very difficult for you, Mrs. Jenkins, and we sincerely appreciate your help. Can you think of any reason anyone would want to hurt Mr. Abbott or his family?”
Jenkins shook her head. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. “They are—were the nicest family. Mrs. Abbott spends all her time fundraising to help others. She told me it was the least she could do after the way she had been blessed. She is the sweetest lady. I hope she’s all right.” Her face scrunched with grief. “I can’t believe this has happened.”
Kerri kept her expression neutral yet attentive. No reason to tell the woman that the missing wife could be a number of things, but all right was not one of them. She had either gone over some edge no one had noticed, or she was a hostage. Or, worse, the third homicide victim in this case.