"Any luck with Ellison's ID?" Noah asked. "The ME has had that long enough."
Ray shook his head. "Let's handle the other six first."
"Seven, laddie,” McKenzie said. "Danvers, remember?"
Ray nodded.
"By the way, Danvers' college ID was among the ones found at the cabin,” McKenzie said.
"Hailey Benton or Fiona Spence?"
"No," McKenzie said.
Noah moved toward the door. "I'll talk to him. See if he will tell us where Fiona and Hailey are."
"Nope." McKenzie stepped in front of him. "Not this time, Sutherland."
"You said he hasn't lawyered up yet."
"He hasn't. But the only person he wants to speak to is Mark Spence."
"Fiona's father?" Noah looked through the glass.
"Says they go way back. That he owes him answers."
Noah was quiet for a moment. He watched Hollis through the glass. The man hadn't moved. His head was still down, his cuffedhands resting on the table. Whatever was going through his mind, it wasn't frantic. He wasn’t building a defense. He looked closer to resignation.
"Whatever he says will be admissible," Noah said. "Let's do it. Maybe he plans on telling Spence where Fiona is."
Ten minutes later an officer escorted Mark Spence into the interview room. He'd been brought up to speed in the corridor. The situation. The evidence. The charges being prepared. The discovery of Ruby's body. And despite every instinct that was surely telling him to tear Hollis apart with his hands, he had been informed in clear terms that he needed to remain calm. They needed him. If Hollis knew where Fiona was, Spence was the only person he was willing to tell.
Two officers stood inside the room, one on each side of the table. Insurance.
Watching it through the glass was hard. Noah could see it in Spence's body, the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his hands balled into fists at his sides before he forced them open and placed them flat on his thighs. He sat down across from Hollis.
Hollis looked up. "Thank you for coming."
"Where is my daughter?"
"I don't know."
"Bullshit. You took explicit photos of my daughter the night she went missing."
"I know." Hollis shifted in his seat. The cuffs clinked against the ring. "I know how it looks. And I know you don't want to think she would willingly do that. But she wanted to. I tried to talk her out of it. I didn't know it was going to be her until she showed up. I'm not lying. You can ask Finch."
Mark's jaw worked. "And so all those photos you took of passengers in your vehicle when you did the rideshare job. They wanted those taken too?"
Hollis dropped his head. "I admit it looks bad."
"What were those photos for? Did you offer them ways to make money? Maybe at the deli or through Strutz? Did you pick out the best-looking ones? The most gullible?"
"That's not it."
"So what was the arrangement you had with Bridger, Finch, and the Three Pillar Community? Were you part of some sick funnel?" Mark shook his head. "And here I was thinking you were my friend."
"I was. I am." Hollis said. "Mark, you know how hard it is to make money from rideshares? I was working a second job at the deli just to make ends meet. Living paycheck to paycheck."
"Right. And so whose idea was it that you'd start photographing girls? Tabitha's or Bridger's?"
