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approval. Check.
This interview would serve them better if they got Molly to a place where they could question her without the parent there to offer even the most well-meant nods of encouragement.
    Jenna squatted in front of her. “We’ll probably have some more questions for you later, but in the meantime, you tell Mom or Stepdad if you think of anything else that might be important, okay?”
    Molly nodded in earnest. “I will think about it hard.”
    Jenna didn’t doubt it.
    â€œCan I take her home now?” Liam Tyler asked, holding Molly’s hand. He wore a desperate frown, an expression as worn as his nerves must’ve been.
    Saleda smiled. “Sure. Here’s my card. Please call if anything comes up. We’ll be in touch, probably arrange another interview down at the station within the next day or two.”
    Liam nodded. “Thank you.”
    As they walked away from Molly and her stepfather, Jenna nodded toward S.A. Dodd. “Saleda, this is S.A. Dodd.”
    Saleda didn’t break stride, but Jenna could feel her tense beside her. “Nice to meet you, Special Agent. Tell me, is it standard practice for you to arrive first at your team’s crime scene? Are you just incredibly prompt, or is there some sort of early-bird prize the rest of us don’t know about?”
    Dodd chuckled. “More that I was in the neighborhood.”
    Saleda stopped walking. “Well, from now on, understand we attend briefings as a team and report in as such, even if you
are
Mr. Rogers.”
    Ouch.
    â€œDuly noted,” Dodd replied, not a hint of animosity in his tone.
    You damn sure took that better than I would’ve.
    â€œWhat have we learned?” Dodd asked.
    I also wouldn’t overstep my bounds right this second, either.
    Saleda’s eyes narrowed, but she faced forward and started walking again. “Not much, considering most of the witnesses are senile, confused, and traumatized.”
    â€œThe workers?” Jenna asked.
    â€œMost didn’t see a thing. They either didn’t have sight lines, or they heard shots and ducked under counters for protection, scared shitless. What about the kid?” Saleda asked.
    Tapping.
“She mentioned a few things. She did actually
see
the guy, but no description, really.”
    â€œCould she work with a sketch artist?” Saleda asked.
    â€œDoubtful. She didn’t notice enough of those kinds of details.”
Tapping. Three taps. What is it about that?
    â€œKid’s bright, though. She noticed more than most people around her,” Dodd chimed in.
    â€œYeah, I definitely think we’ll want to talk to her again,” Jenna mumbled. She made a mental note to jot down some ideas later, think about how she might be able to relate looks to numbers when she interviewed Molly again.
    â€œLocal cops are setting up roadblocks with a sixty-mile radius. He couldn’t have gotten much farther than that, but unfortunately we have virtually nothing to go on. No clue whether he left in a vehicle, on foot, or anything in between. He could’ve ridden a goddamned Clydesdale horse for all we know,” Saleda said.
    â€œWe should also check with local psychiatric hospitals for any recently released inpatients. This thing reeks of someone with voices in their head telling them Governor Holman was about to let aliens rule Virginia,” Dodd said.
    Jenna caught herself nodding. She wasn’t sure about the governor and the aliens, but from the moment she’d walked in, the lack of training in the shooter combined with the obvious planning of the event had brought the color blue to her mind. She associated the particular royal shade with a variety of things, but in this case, her gut said whatever its other implications might be, it indicated submission. She usually associated reds with power, blues with submission. One of her most high-profile cases last year had been a classic example, one in