She was shocked at first but then let it pass. She had learned after a few weeks together as what she supposed could be considered a couple that Ellington had a relatively active sense of humor; it could be dry at times, though.
You ever spend much time in a place like this? Mackenzie asked.
Summer camp, Ellington said. Its a chunk of my teenage years Id really like to forget. You? Was it ever this bad out in Nebraska?
Not quite like this, but it was desolate sometimes. There are times when I think I prefer the quiet out here, in places like this, more than I enjoy the packed traffic and people in places like DC.
Yeah, I think I could see that.
It was fun for Mackenzie to be able to get to know Ellington better without the trappings of a traditional dating relationship. Rather than learning about one another over fancy dinners or long walks in a park, they had gotten to know one another over car rides and time spent in FBI offices or conferences rooms. And shed enjoyed every minute of it. Sometimes she wondered if shed ever get tired of getting to know him.
So far, she wasnt sure it would be possible.
Up ahead, a small sign along the side of the road welcomed them to Stateton, Virginia. A simple two-lane road led them through more trees. A few houses and their lawns broke the monotony of the forest for about a mile or so before any real signs of a town took over. They passed by a greasy spoontype diner, a barbershop, two antique stores, a farm supply store, two mini-marts, a post office, and then, about two miles beyond all of that, a perfectly square brick building just off the main road. A very military-style sign out front read Staunton County Police Department and Correctional Facility
Ever seen that before? Ellington asked. A police department and the county jail in one building?
A few times in Nebraska, she said. I think its pretty common in places like these. The closest actual prison to Stateton is in Petersburg, and thats about eighty miles away, I think.
Jesus, this place is small. We should have this wrapped up pretty quickly.
Mackenzie nodded as Ellington turned into the driveway and into the parking lot of the large brick building that looked as if it sat literally in the middle of nowhere.
What she was thinking but did not say was: I hope you didnt just jinx us.
***Mackenzie smelled dark coffee and something like Febreeze when they stepped into the small lobby at the front of the building. It looked quite nice inside, but it was an old building. Its age could be seen in the ceiling cracks and the obvious need for new carpet in the lobby. An enormous desk sat along the far wall and while it also looked as old as the rest of the building, it looked well-kept.
An older woman sat behind the desk, sorting through a large binder. When she heard Mackenzie and Ellington enter, she looked up with a huge smile. It was a beautiful smile but it also showed her age. Mackenzie guessed her to be reaching seventy.
You the agents with the FBI? the aging lady asked.
Yes maam, Mackenzie said. Im Agent White and this is my partner, Agent Ellington. Is the sheriff around?
He is, she said. In fact, hes asked me to direct you straight to his office. Hes quite busy fielding calls about this latest horrible death. Just head down to the corridor to your left. His office is the last door on the right.
They followed her directions and as they headed down the long corridor that led to the back of the building, Mackenzie was taken aback by the silence of the place. In the midst of a murder case, shed expected the place to be abuzz with activity, even if it was the middle of nowhere.
As they headed for the back of the corridor, Mackenzie noticed a few signs that had been posted on the walls. One said: Prison Access Requires Keycard. Another read: All Prison Visits Must Be Cleared by County Officials! Approval Must Be Presented At Time of Visit!
Her mind started to race with thoughts of the maintenance and regulations that must have to be in place for a prison and a police department to share the same space. It was quite fascinating to her. But before her mind could get going any further, they reached the office at the back of the corridor.
Gold letters had been painted on the upper glass portion of the door, reading Sheriff Clarke. The door was partially open, so Mackenzie slowly opened it to the sound of a mans burly voice. When she peeked inside, she saw a heavyset man behind a desk, speaking loudly into his desk phone. Another man was sitting in a chair in the corner, furiously texting something on his cell phone.
The man behind the desk Sheriff Clarke, Mackenzie presumed interrupted himself on the phone as she opened the door.
One minute, Randall, he said. He then covered the mouthpiece and looked back and forth between Mackenzie and Ellington.
You with the bureau? he asked.
We are, Ellington said.
Thank God, he sighed. Give me a second. He then uncapped the mouthpiece and continued with his other conversation. Look, Randall, the cavalry just arrived. Will you be available in fifteen minutes? Yeah? Okay, good. See you then.
The heavyset man hung up the phone and came around the desk. He offered a meaty hand to them, approaching Ellington first. Good to meet you, he said. Im Sheriff Robert Clarke. This, he said, nodding toward the man sitting in the corner, is Officer Keith Lambert. My deputy is out patrolling the streets right now, doing his best to find some sort of lead on this rapidly growing clusterfuck.
He nearly forgot about Mackenzie when he was done shaking Ellingtons hand, offering another handshake to her almost as an afterthought. When she shook it, she did the intros, hoping it would clue him in to the fact that she was just as capable of leading this investigation as the men in the room. Instantly, old ghosts from Nebraska started rattling the chains in her head.
Sheriff Clarke, Im Agent White and this is Agent Ellington. Will you be our liaison here in Stateton?
Sweetie, Ill be just about your everything while youre here, he said. The police force for the entire county numbers a whopping twelve people. Thirteen if you count Frances out there at the front desk and dispatch. With this murder spree going on, were spread just a little thin.
Well, lets see what we can do to lighten your load, Mackenzie said.
I wish it was that easy, he said. Even if we solve this fucking thing today, Im going to have half the board of supervisors for the county up my ass.
Why is that? Ellington asked.
Well, the local papers just got wind of who the victim was. Ellis Ridgeway. The mother of an up-and-coming scum-sucking douchebag politician. Some say he might make the senate within another five years.
And who is that? Mackenzie asked.
Langston Ridgeway. Twenty-eight years old and thinks hes John Fucking Kennedy.
Is that so? Mackenzie said, a little shocked that had not been included in the reports.
Yeah. How the local paper got that information is beyond me. The morons cant spell right half the time, but this they get.
I saw signs for the Wakeman Home for the Blind on our way in, Mackenzie said. Its only six miles from here, is that correct?
On the money, Clarke said. I was just talking to Randall Jones, the manager over there. Thats who I was on the phone with when you came in. Hes over there right now to answer any questions you have. And the sooner the better. Hes got the press and some county bigwigs calling him and bugging the shit out of him.