She looked down. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Where would he go to make the calls?”

“I don’t know. He had a cell phone. Not a lot of people had them then. But he did.”

“Did he ever meet anybody there?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Tare, who were these other people? The ones he’d be with?”

She shrugged.

“Were they other women?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

Theresa was silent, looking everywhere but at Dance. Finally she said, “Maybe. Some, yeah.”

“And you think they might’ve been girlfriends of his?”

A nod. Tears again. Through clenched teeth she began, “And…”

“What, Tare?”

“He said when we got home, if Mom asked, we were supposed to say he was with us.” Her face was flushed now.

Dance recalled that Reynolds hinted Croyton was a womanizer.

A bitter laugh escaped the girl’s trembling lips. “I saw him. Brenda and me, we were supposed to stay on the boardwalk but we went to an ice cream place across Beach Street. And I saw him. There was this woman getting into his car and he was kissing her. And she wasn’t the only one. I saw him later, with somebody else, going into her apartment or house by the beach. That’s why I didn’t want him to go there. I wanted him to go back home and be with Mommy and us. I didn’t want him to be with anybody else.” She wiped her face. “And so I lied,” she said simply. “I pretended I was sick.”

So he’d meet his mistresses in Santa Cruz—and take his own children with him to allay his wife’s suspicion, abandoning them till he and his lover were finished.

“And my family got killed. And it was my fault.”

Dance leaned forward and said, “No, no, Tare. It’s not your fault at all. We’re pretty sure Daniel Pell intended to kill your father. It wasn’t random. If he’d come by that night and you weren’t there, he would’ve left and come back when your dad was home.”

She grew quiet. “Yeah?”

Dance wasn’t sure about this at all. But she absolutely couldn’t let the girl live with the terrible burden of her guilt. “Yeah.”

Theresa calmed at this tentative comfort. “Stupid.” She was embarrassed. “It’s all so stupid. I wanted to come help you catch him. And I haven’t done anything except act like a baby.”

“Oh, we’re doing fine,” Dance said with significance, reflecting some intriguing thoughts she’d just had.

“We are?”

“Yep…In fact, I’ve just thought of some more questions. I hope you’re up for them.” Dance’s stomach gave a peculiar, and opportune, growl just at that moment. They both laughed, and the agent added, “Provided there’re two Frappuccinos and a cookie or two in the near future.”

Theresa wiped her eyes. “I could go for that, yeah.”

Dance called Rey Carraneo and set him on the mission of collaring some sustenance from Starbucks. She then made another call. This one was to TJ, telling him to remain in the office; she believed there’d be a change of plans.