“I called him before I called you.” The sheriff sounded offended that she would even ask.
“Thank you. I just wanted to make sure.” Morgan would still touch base with Tim. The fresh news would generate exposure for tonight’s press conference. “How was the woman killed?”
“She’d been badly beaten. She had broken ribs, a broken jaw, a fractured eye socket, and had ligature marks on both wrists,” the sheriff said. “She was five months pregnant and suffered a . . .” Papers rustled on the other end of the connection. “Placental abruption.” He pronounced the words carefully, as if it was the first time. “Do you know what that is?”
“Yes. It’s a separation of the placenta from the wall of the uterus.” Morgan let that sink in. “She bled to death.”
“That’s right,” the sheriff continued. “The ME said it’s a rare complication that early in a pregnancy. In this case, it was likely caused by a blow to the stomach.”
“Whoever held her didn’t take her to the hospital when she began to hemorrhage.”
“Correct.”
“Will the medical examiner be able to use the DNA of the baby to identify the father?” Morgan asked.
“Maybe,” the sheriff said. “She delivered, and the baby was not present with the remains. There’s another grave somewhere. We’re going to search for it. But—” The sheriff paused.
“What else can you tell me?”
“She was close in age and appearance to Chelsea Clark. Blonde. Blue-eyed,” the sheriff said. “And she’s been missing for eight months.”
“Runaway or kidnapping?”
“In the original missing person report, her parents said she had no reason to run away. She was a college student. Doing well in all her classes.” The sheriff sighed. “Like I said, the ME found marks on her wrists consistent with long-term use of restraints.”
“So she was kept prisoner all that time. How long has she been dead?” Morgan’s mind turned the information over and over, trying to stay detached from the details, which wasn’t easy with such a horrifying case.
“A week to ten days. Animals had been at the body, but the intact portions were in good condition. Cold nighttime temps preserved the remains somewhat. But we don’t know that this case has anything to do with Chelsea Clark. Yet.”
“Chelsea’s case is odd enough that I wouldn’t rule anything out at this stage,” Morgan said. “Do you have any other information for me, sheriff?”
“Harold Burns was working in the auto shop the night Chelsea disappeared.”
“Let me guess,” Morgan said. “His brother is his only alibi.”
“Yes. They don’t have surveillance video in the shop. Only in the office.”
“Convenient.” Morgan was almost surprised the sheriff had shared the information.
“I thought so,” King agreed. “I’ll let you know if I have anything else that I can share.”
“Thank you for the update, Sheriff.”
He grumbled something that sounded like “you’re welcome” and the line went dead.
“The sheriff was a regular Chatty Cathy today,” Lance said.
“That was a lot of sharing,” Morgan agreed. “I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, right on my head.”
“Does this woman’s death have anything to do with Chelsea’s disappearance? They were approximately the same age with similar physical characteristics.”
Morgan looked out the window. Trees rolled past. “This woman was held captive for eight months by someone who raped, impregnated, and beat her. Then she died.”
“Whoever was holding her might need a replacement.” Lance followed her train of thought.
“All speculation.”
“One hundred percent,” he agreed.
“But a thin theory is better than no theory.” Morgan stared out the window as they drove to the Clarks’ house.
Chelsea could still be very much alive. Where was she?
Tim answered the door, the baby asleep, draped over his shoulder. He gestured for them to follow him back to the kitchen. The house was quiet, a countertop TV muted. He laid the baby in a bassinet. William didn’t stir.
“He’s quiet today.” Morgan peered at the sleeping infant and felt her hormones stir. No! Down!
“The pediatrician said the colic should start to improve between four and six months. He was right.” Tim gestured to the coffeemaker. “I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Can I offer you some?”
Morgan and Lance declined.
“Where are your in-laws?” Lance asked.