Hidden ( CSI Reilly Steel #3) (43 page)

The others
would be along soon, but until they arrived she had a few minutes to herself.  A uniformed officer opened the door for her, and she stepped inside.

As she looked around, as she breathed in, she felt everything else
slowly wash away. Sarah Forde, Ellie and the other children … a possible vacation …Daniel’s offer … Chris … all of it just disappeared. She was ready.

The house was cold – it had stood vacant for a couple of days at least – but there was more to it
than that.  There was a cold that had seeped into the walls, a coldness of spirit. It was unloved, and despite its immaculate, clean condition, was also uncared for.  Everything that had been done here had been done in a precise, clinical fashion.

Reilly stepped down the gloomy corrido
r, flashlight in her hand. She shone the beam down at the skirting boards. Gary was right – dust free.  It was the cleanest house she had ever been in.

The strang
eness of the scene that Lucy and Gary had described in the attic meant it would have to be her first port of call.

She climbed up the ladder that had been left in place
, and seeing a hand lamp beside the hatch opening, she flicked the switch.

Even though their findings had been de
scribed in great detail by the others, it was still unsettling, the blank expressions and dead eyes of the heads making her feel uncomfortable.

She looked around and noticed something strange
. The mannequin heads seemed to have been arranged in order of hair color: brown, blond and red from top shelf to bottom. Her eyes lingered on the bottom shelf, and her mind again turned to the three frightened red-haired girls now in state care. Reilly reached out and touched the hair on one of the heads, holding it between her latex-covered fingers.

It was indeed human.

Where had the hair come from, who had it come from, and why was the house practically wiped clean and yet the wigs left behind? If this guy knew they might come he must also have known they’d find these … his trophies?

She left the attic and headed downstairs to t
he living room, although that was a misnomer. No one had lived here for a very long time. Most houses took on the personality of the owner, but it was hard to see it in this one.  Whoever this guy was, he had left little trace of himself here – no pictures, no CDs, or movies, just a couple of old books and magazines.

But in
abandoning the house like this, he had also inadvertently left his imprint all over it. His cold and clinical hand was in every clean surface, every empty shelf, every bare cupboard.

The door opened and Lucy and Gary tumbled in, laughing at something or other – but as soon as they were i
nside, their laughter stopped.

The house did that to you.

They stepped into the living room, quiet, eager. 
‘So what do you think … have you been up in the attic?’

‘Yes and I’ve taken some pictures. We’ll
bag and tag each head separately so we know exactly their position on the shelves, just in case they’re in a specific order aside from the color. I just wanted to check out the rest of the house before starting into that.’

‘
So what are we looking for?’ Gary asked. ‘We’ve already been through it and, like I said, it seems pretty clean.’

‘
The things he doesn’t want us to find,’ Reilly replied, her face grim.

He raised his eyebrows and she looked at him.
‘Don’t you feel it?’

Gary didn’t reply but
Lucy nodded.

‘
Something happened here,’ Reilly continued, ‘even without the blood splatter Lucy found, we would have known that. This house has secrets, secrets it doesn’t want us to know about.’  She looked around the living room.  ‘Just look at it. It’s not bad décor, but it’s deliberate, a deliberate attempt by somebody to separate himself from the house, from the things he did here.’

Lucy
shivered.  ‘I felt that too.’

Gary looked less convinced, but he knew Reilly well enough to trust her instincts –
the fine attunement that had come from her experience and training.  She was seeing things he wasn’t, even if she couldn’t yet identify what they were.

Somehow, at a subconscious level, the little things present in
a house like this spoke to her. ‘So where do we begin to find the things like that?’

‘
Under the floorboards, the cupboard under the stairs, the back of the wardrobes – where would you hide something in this house if you didn’t want people to find it?’

Gary
nodded.  ‘I’ll start in the kitchen.’

Reilly turned to Lucy. 
‘Why don’t you show me the bathroom?’

Lucy led the way up the stairs, happy to show off her good work.  They stopped in the doorway – there was a faint light coming in from the thick opaque window.

‘It was mostly up that wall,’ she said, ‘as though someone had hit their head on the sink, maybe?’

Reilly nodded.  The photos Lucy had taken
of the luminol were still clear in her mind, she could see them almost as clearly as if the blood was there, splattered up the tiled wall.  ‘Thanks. Why don’t you help Gary downstairs?  I’ll check out the bedrooms.’

Lucy
duly trotted down the stairs and Reilly gave the bathroom one more glance before heading into the  bedroom. 

It was as bland as the rest of the house, faded wallpaper, sun-bleached curtains with a faint flower pattern on them, the small bed messed up where Lucy had
already checked it for residual body fluids.

She opened the small wardrobe, empty now
that all of the clothes had been taken away for processing. All that remained was the smell of mothballs. She touched the back panel, tapped lightly up and down, side to side.  Nothing untoward.  She checked the bottom of the wardrobe in the same manner; again nothing stood out.

Little by little she carried out her examination – checked for creaking floorboards, the underside of the bed, lost in the world she
preferred most of all, thinking, assessing, searching…

Gary’s heavy footsteps
disturbed her from her reverie. ‘Nothing in the kitchen, just like before,’ he reported.  ‘Lucy’s checking the living room – I was wondering, should I check out the garage?’

Standing on the stairs,
Reilly nodded.  ‘Sure, why not. And at some point, when it’s not so wet, we’ll need to check the garden too.’

‘
OK.’  He bounded off.

H
e stopped halfway down the stairs and looked back, something catching his eye beside where Reilly was standing.

‘
Hey, that power socket beside you, it looks pretty clean … new, almost.’

She looked
at the electrical socket.

‘And
the screw heads are a little ‘used’ for a new socket.’ Gary came back up and took a flip-out screwdriver from his pocket.

S
electing the Phillips head, he gently started to turn the first screw anti-clockwise, and Reilly noted that the grooves in the head of the other screw was indeed damaged from either overuse or a incorrect driver being used.

H
e unscrewed the second screw and then gently gripped the double socket to pull it back, expecting to feel the resistance of the attached wires.

Instead it ca
me away in his hands. 

He set the socket cover down and tugged the carpet back further so that Reilly could see – there was a panel cut into the stair with a small metal handle recessed into it.  Gary reached for it.

‘Gloves …’

He grabbed the gloves that Reilly tossed him,
and waited while she repositioned herself and took several photos of the covering. 

‘What have you guys got?’
Lucy stood in the doorway of the living room looking up at them.

‘
A dummy socket on the landing,’ Reilly explained quickly. She leaned over the hole and shone her flashlight inside. Then she reached in and pulled out a clear plastic bag with items inside. 

Gary was smiling. ‘Nice one…’

Lucy hurried up the stairs and stood behind them, eager to see what they had found.

Reilly opened the
bag. It looked like a collection of various bits and pieces, perhaps nothing all that interesting after all.

Then
, quickly realizing what she was looking at, she paused.  ‘Looks like we were wrong about the wigs being trophies.’ She began sifting through the hidden items – a hairbrush, a mobile phone, a bracelet, a necklace …

But catching sight of one item in particular, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. And just then Reilly wished she
were anywhere else but here, looking at anything other than what she was seeing. Although ironically this very discovery meant that any vacation plans would have to be put on the back burner for a while.

Lucy
was watching at her. ‘Reilly? Are you all right?’

Gary
, too, was giving her strange looks; he had never seen her look so rattled. ‘What’s wrong?’

And as the details of the missing person document she had only recently read
burned through her brain, she struggled to comprehend the implications of what she was holding in her hand.

A
distinctive piece of jewelry …

‘Reilly?’

Her heart heavy, Reilly stared at the thin silver necklace, a single star-shaped pendant attached.

The same kind Grace
Gorman had been wearing the day she disappeared.

                                         
THE END

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