“Hard to tell,” Bennett said. “But folks like you helping will make all the difference.”
Bobby came out from behind the counter, and they followed him past the snack and chip aisle and beyond the beer coolers to a small office. The neat space featured a desk, a chair, a bulletin board with the month’s work schedule, a personalized coffee mug, and four sharpened pencils lined up in a neat row. Front and center was a dated computer running four feeds from the store’s security cameras.
Bobby clicked on the upper right image, which showed the front of the store. He backed up the imaging forty-seven hours and hit “Play.”
“I didn’t realize she was missing until you called. I remember seeing her a couple of days ago, but she looked fine and there was no sign of any trouble.”
“What day was she here, Bobby?” Bennett asked.
“Saturday evening. She said she was grabbing a few groceries to get her through the next couple of days until payday. She said her extra money had gone to fixing a flat tire. I offered to float her a few days, but she said she didn’t mind peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Did she say how she got the flat?” Macy asked.
Bobby shrugged. “Picked up a nail.”
“Was she alone when she came in the store?” Macy asked.
“She was.”
“And she didn’t appear nervous or upset? Hurt? Sick? Depressed?”
“No, normal Debbie,” Bobby said.
“Do you remember where she parked in your lot?” Macy asked, hoping small-town life meant people paid closer attention to details like that.
“As a matter of fact, I do remember. She parked off to the side.”
“Any idea why?” Macy asked.
“Because the kids from the high school were here. They take over the parking lot and store when they come through. It was after the postseason football party.”
“How did the team do this year?” Macy asked.
Bobby shook his head. “Not well. Ended with a five-and-four season.”
“Not like the Dream Team days, right?” Macy prompted.
Bobby grinned. “That season will go down in history,” he said.
“Shame about Tobi,” Macy said.
“Yeah.”
“Did you know her? I mean, seems everyone in Deep Run knows everyone.”
“I knew her,” Bobby said. “She was nice.”
“Did Debbie say if anyone else was in her car?” Bennett asked.
“If there were, she never mentioned it,” Bobby said.
Macy sensed Bennett’s impatience as Bobby fast-forwarded the video. She leaned in as the footage skimmed back in time to Saturday evening.
Bobby hit “Stop” at the 9:05 p.m. time stamp and then hit “Play.” The camera caught a collection of teenagers bustling through the front door. They were laughing, and two were kissing. “That was about the time a few kids tried to buy beer, but I carded them all. I’m not going to lose my liquor license over a couple of kids. I don’t care if they are on the football team.”
Macy imagined that comment was for the deputy’s benefit. Both women kept their gazes on the black-and-white feed and watched as Debbie, dressed in pastel scrubs, entered the store. They watched her grab peanut butter and bread and head directly to the register. She spoke to the clerk briefly and then exited the store.
“That’s Debbie Roberson,” Bennett said.
Macy studied the woman’s face, looking for signs of stress, worry, or even happiness, as if she were glad to see someone. Just as Debbie moved offscreen, her expression seemed to change. “Can you back that up?” Macy asked.
“Sure.”
“Play it in slow motion.” As the scene unfolded again, Macy watched as Debbie exited the store and her eyes shifted from casual to alert. She had seen something or someone. “Do you have a camera that covers this area?” Macy pointed to the top right corner of the screen.
“Not totally, but camera three records from a different angle.” He clicked on camera three, and the trio watched it catch the edge of a blue four-door Ford Focus. A man rose up out of the car, but his head was downcast, making it impossible to see his face.
“Do you know who that is?” Macy asked Bennett.
“No.”
“What about you, Bobby? Did you see the guy?”
“No. I was trying to make sure the teenagers didn’t walk out with half the store.”
“Would any of those kids have been out in the parking lot about that time?” Macy asked.
“Sure. There were at least a dozen.”
“Do you have names, Bobby?” Bennett asked.
“Well, there was the Wyatt boy. And the Piper brothers and the Donovan kid.”
“Tyler. Tyler Wyatt was out there?” Bennett asked.
“Yeah, with his girlfriend, Amy Meadow.”
Macy wrote down the names. “Anyone else you remember?”
“No, but talk to Tyler or Amy. They’re the king and queen of the high school and know everyone.”
“Wasn’t there a Wyatt on the Dream Team?” Macy asked.
“That would be Kevin. Tyler’s older brother.”
“Older brother? That’s a big age gap.”
“I guess it happens.”
“How long have you worked here, Bobby?” Macy asked.
“Sixteen years. My dad owns the place.”
“So you’ve seen a lot of kids come and go.”
“Sure.”
“Remember Cindy Shaw?”
He nodded. “Haven’t heard that name in a long time.”
“I hear she was friends with Tobi,” Macy prompted.
“I don’t know if I’d say they were friends, but they hung out sometimes.”
“Can we get a copy of all the footage you have?” Bennett asked. “I want to review everything.”
He dug a thumb drive from his pocket. “I thought you might ask, so here you go.”
“Thanks, Bobby.” Macy offered the thumb drive to Bennett, but the deputy held up her hand, deferring to Macy. She pocketed the thumb drive. “I’ll double back if I have more questions.”
“Sure. I’m here just about all the time.”
Outside the store, Bennett said, “I thought we were here to talk about Debbie.”
“We are, but I can’t lose sight of the fact I’m here for Tobi and the rape victims. Don’t underestimate a guy like Bobby and what he notices. How do we get to the Wyatts’ house?”
“Follow me. Amy Meadow’s family lives one street over, so we have a chance of seeing them both.”
“Lead the way.”
Macy followed the deputy’s marked vehicle across the small town and around the university toward the western edge. The farther west they drove, the sparser the developments became. She then saw brick pillars marking the entrance to a fairly recent community.
They wove through the neighborhood, and the deputy parked in front of a two-story brick home set back from the road on an acre lot.
Macy opened the back of her vehicle and removed a buccal DNA test kit. She tucked the sealed glass vial containing a swab in her jacket pocket before joining Bennett by the mailbox. Streetlights, sensing the approaching dusk, had begun to flicker on.
“This has to be one of the most affluent sections of town,” Macy said.
“It’s where the new money lives. Old money is a little farther out west toward the mountains, where you find the large horse farms.”
“And this is the home of Tyler Wyatt?”
“It is. His older brother, Kevin, also lives here part time. He is an attorney who splits his time between here and Washington, DC.”
“Kevin Wyatt has a long commute,” Macy said.
“Kevin has stayed close to home since his dad died. He thinks it’s important for his little brother that he’s present.”
“What about the boys’ mother?” Macy asked.
“She’s always traveled a lot. Not home much.” Bennett shifted her stance. “His family and the Shaws c
an probably trace their roots back to the beginning of this town.”
“The Shaws and Wyatts are related?”
“Cousins of some kind.”
“Given their economic differences, I’m assuming they weren’t close.”
“The families were not, but Bruce and Kevin got pretty tight when they played ball.”
“And now?”
“I don’t know,” Bennett said.
“You know a lot about this family.”
“I grew up in the area. And Tyler Wyatt is no stranger to the sheriff’s department. He received a new car for his sixteenth birthday and was clocked going over one hundred miles an hour two days later. He also was caught drunk at one of the football games. In both cases, his brother hired an attorney.”
“What was his brother like in high school?”
“Much the same.”
“Well, let’s hope Tyler was paying attention at the convenience store on Saturday night.”
“He’s very intelligent. Just bored and spoiled.”
Macy did not grow up in a world where high-dollar attorneys rode to the rescue. Lower-middle-class and poor kids did jail time on lesser charges. Feeling an old chip on her shoulder, she pushed the emotion aside and rang the bell.
Steady, even footsteps echoed in the house, and seconds later the door opened to a tall man dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, a white monogramed dress shirt, and a loosened red tie. His prematurely gray hair was brushed back away from a round face.
“Deputy Bennett,” Kevin said. “This is a surprise.”
“Mr. Wyatt, is Tyler home?”
“What’s he done?” Kevin asked.
“Nothing. He happened to be in Lucky’s convenience store on Saturday night, and we think he and Amy might have seen something.”
“Seen what?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Macy said as she pulled her FBI badge from her breast pocket and introduced herself. “He might be a big help to us.”