“The police told me there were rumors that Finn was abused,” Maggie said.

“Rumors? Yes, that’s all they were. Rumors. Let’s keep it hush-hush so our nice little farm town doesn’t have to face something ugly.” Rikke’s voice was bitter. “Our neighbors, our teachers, our pastor, they all knew. They pretended everything was fine. Inger baked cookies and pies. She had it so hard after her husband died, the poor soul. Who cares about her kids? Who cares if she’s really a wad of phlegm that the devil spat up from hell?”

“You got out of that house,” Maggie said.

“Yes, but I left Finn behind.”

“You couldn’t have brought him with you,” Stride told her. “Not at your age.”

“No? Then how stupid I am to beat myself up over it for thirty-five years. I knew what was going to happen to Finn after I left. Inger started with me. I was her little piece of cherry pie. It wasn’t so bad during the day, but Finn and I hated the nights. The farm felt like we were on the moon. Just the three of us in that twisted triangle. She used to make Finn watch, you know. Pretty picture, isn’t it? She made Finn watch as she went down on me. Made him watch as she held my head to make me go down on her. He’s still watching. He can’t stop.”

“Where is he?” Stride asked her.

“I told you, I have no idea.”

“We’ve sent cops to the homes of all the girls who were involved in the peeping incidents,” Stride said. “There’s no sign of Finn or Clark at any of them. So he probably found someone new. A girl we don’t know about yet.”

“We know you sanitized his room before we searched it,” Maggie added. “We need to know if you found anything.”

Rikke put the cup down and folded her hands as if she were praying. “If you find him, you’ll put him in jail.”

“If we don’t find him tonight, he may wind up dead,” Stride said.

“There were pictures,” Rikke murmured. “Lots of them. Teenage girls. Some naked, some not. Taken through bedroom windows.”

“Did you destroy the photos?”

She nodded.

“Did you recognize any of the girls?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, I had seen some of them on the news,” Rikke admitted. “Including the retarded girl. The one who died.”

“Was there anyone recent? Someone he might have found since Mary?”

“Yes, he had new pictures. They were still on his camera. Another blonde. She looked young, maybe fifteen or sixteen. She looked a little like Laura did back then.”

“Do you know who this girl is?” Stride asked.

“I don’t.”

“Do you have any idea how he found her?”

“No.” Rikke thought about it and said, “She probably goes to Superior High School. In one of the photos, she was wearing a Spartans T-shirt.”

Stride turned to Maggie. “Talk to Ristau outside. See if we can track down a current yearbook from Superior High ASAP. Rikke might recognize this girl in the class photos.”