Rodas was referring to the FBI’s Violent Criminal Apprehension Program, a national database maintained to collect and analyze information about homicides, sexual assaults, missing persons, and other violent crimes. The repository contains approximately 150,000 open and closed investigations submitted by some 3,800 state and local agencies, and includes cold cases dating as far back as the 1950s.
“I entered what we had, MO, signature aspects, crime scene descriptors and photos, victim details. Took weeks to get a response. Then damned if our profile didn’t match an unsolved here in Charlotte.”
“The Nance kid.” Slidell spoke through barely parted lips.
“Never got a collar on that one.” Tinker’s first words since telling Slidell he was posted locally.
Slidell opened his mouth to reply. Apparently reconsidered and closed it.
I glanced at the tub. 090431070901. Lizzie Nance. Skinny’s own gut-eating failure.
On April 17, 2009, Elizabeth Ellen “Lizzie” Nance left a ballet class, heading for her mother’s apartment three blocks away. She never made it home. Media coverage was massive. Hundreds turned out to answer tip lines, post flyers, and search the woods and ponds near Lizzie’s complex. To no avail.
Two weeks after Lizzie’s disappearance, a decomposed body was found at a nature preserve northwest of Charlotte. The corpse lay supine with feet together, arms tucked to its sides. A black leotard, tights, and pink cotton underwear still wrapped the putrefied flesh. Bright blue Crocs still covered the feet. Residue found under a thumbnail was identified later as common facial tissue.
Slidell led the homicide investigation. I analyzed the bones.
Though I spent days bending over a scope, I spotted not a single nick, cut, or fracture anywhere on the skeleton. Tim Larabee, the Mecklenburg County medical examiner, was unable to establish definitively whether sexual assault had occurred. Manner of death went down as homicide, cause as unknown.
Lizzie Nance died when she was eleven years old.
“Fortunately, Honor had also entered his unsolved. The system picked up the similarities.” Rodas raised both hands. “So here I am.”
A moment of silence filled the room. Tinker broke it. “That’s it? Two girls roughly the same age? Still wearing their clothes?”
No one responded.
“Wasn’t the Nance kid too far gone to exclude rape?”
Palming the table, Slidell leaned toward Tinker. I cut him off.
“The autopsy report noted complicating factors. But the child’s clothing was in place, and Dr. Larabee was confident in concluding there’d been no rape.”
Tinker shrugged, not realizing or not caring that his cavalier attitude was offending everyone. “Seems weak.”
“It’s not just the VICAP profile that brings me to Charlotte,” Rodas continued. “By the time we found Nellie, her body had been rained on for a day and a half. Her clothes were saturated with a mixture of water and decomp runoff. Though not optimistic, I submitted everything to our forensics lab up in Waterbury for testing. To my surprise, some DNA had survived.”
“All hers,” Slidell guessed.
“Yes.” Rodas placed his forearms on the table and leaned in. “Eighteen months ago, I went over the file yet again. This time I caught something I thought could be a break. The residue from Nellie’s hand hadn’t been submitted with her clothing. I phoned the ME; she found the scrapings taken at autopsy by her predecessor. Knowing it was a long shot, I had her send them up to Waterbury.”
Rodas looked straight at me.
I looked straight back.
“The material contained DNA not belonging to Nellie.”
“You sent the profile through the system?” Tinker asked the unnecessary question.
Rodas chin-cocked the report in my hands. “Take a look at the section marked ‘Updated DNA Results,’ Dr. Brennan.”
Curious why I’d been singled out, I did as instructed.
Read a name.
Felt the flutter of adrenaline hitting my gut.
CHAPTER 2
THE REPORT WAS short, printed in both French and English.
Struggling to make sense of it, I reread the closing paragraph. In both languages.
A match was obtained on DNA sample 7426 to Canadian national number 64899, identified as Anique Pomerleau, W/F, DOB: 12/10/75. The subject is currently not in custody.