“Those two women know more about the death of the twins then they’re telling. Boy, did they trip over their fifteen-year-old story,” Gwen said.

“Orchestrated and yet disjointed, that’s what happens to a lie over time,” Jack said. “No one gets it right that many years after. But what it does tell me is that they rehearsed recently. I think the Bridget addition might be new; she wasn’t part of the original story because there’s no mention of her in this report.” Jack handed the pages to Val.

“Kind of odd, don’t you think?” Val said, thumbing through the papers. “There’s mention of everything the police did once they arrived and after the twins were put in the ambulance. Jesus, they called the Morgans, who were both still at the charity event, but there’s nothing about another kid being in the house—if only to report she was alive and well.”

“The Morgans worked hard to hide this tragedy from reporters. Could they have had enough influence to get Bridget’s name omitted from the reports?” Gwen suggested.

“Possibly,” Val said.

“So, Gabrielle was supposed to have been watching two six-year-olds and a developmentally disabled eighteen-year-old. If you were the parents of this reportedly defiant teenage girl, would you have let this happen?” Jack asked.

It was exactly what Val had been thinking. Bethany and Melinda said Bridget was in the house but neither of them reported actually seeing her. “Someone in that house that day knows the truth about what happened to the twins. Two children afraid of the water aren’t going to go for a fun dip in the pool while their parents are gone.”

“Six kids were there that afternoon. Three are dead. Two are telling the current story, and one is not able to speak about it.” Gwen finished what was in her glass and refilled.

“There’s always the possibility someone else was there in the house,” Jack said.

“Or someone else saw more than they’re reporting. Like the maid who saw the girls running across the lawn,” Gwen said.

“Melinda told us that no window from her house overlooked the Morgans’ pool.” Val pulled out her phone. “I looked at Google Maps which shows close-up satellite views of the properties and it looks like the pool probably was tucked inside this U shape of the back of the house, exactly as Melinda described. There is no pool now, so it seems the Morgans’ filled it in. Not surprising after what happened.” Val showed Jack and Gwen the image. “But look at the yard. The yard extends out far enough beyond the house so that if someone was standing at the far corner of the fence of the property next door, Melinda’s home, they might have seen something.”