Bryce, who’d been taking notes, closed her clipboard. “Thank you. We’d like to talk to Victoria now.”

“Sharon will escort you to her room,” Dupree said. “However, I have a request from her family. Her aunt and uncle wish to talk with you first.”

“They’re here?” Cullen asked.

“Yes. Mr. Tullock’s brother and his wife. They flew in from Vancouver to be with Victoria as soon as they were notified. Sharon will take you to them.”

Paul and Lynn Tullock sat at a table in an empty lounge with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto a forest and stream. The couple appeared to be in their fifties. Paul sipped from a ceramic mug; Lynn tended to a Diet Coke. Their faces were etched with anguish and exhaustion when they looked up as Narski introduced them to Bryce and Cullen.

The investigators joined them at the table. Narski went to the far side of the lounge to the coffee station, out of earshot, giving them privacy.

“Did you find the person who killed my brother and his family?” Paul asked.

“I’m sorry, no arrests have been made yet,” Bryce said as she opened her clipboard to take notes.

“It’s early in the investigation,” Cullen added. “Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt your brother’s family?”

Lynn shook her head.

“Sergeant Sloan asked us that when we gave our statements to her over the phone,” Paul said.

“We just cannot comprehend what’s happened.” Lynn’s face crumpled. “Torrie’s the only survivor, that poor child.”

“Has she been told?” Bryce asked.

“Yes,” Paul said. “We’ll be going to Eternity soon to help plan the funerals.”

“It’s just not right,” Lynn said. “Torrie’s been ill and now this.”

“What do you mean by ill?” Bryce asked. “Why is she here?”

Lynn looked at Paul, then touched her eyes with a tissue, took a breath, then let it out. “When Torrie was younger, Connie thought she was different. She seemed bored, moody, easily angered, but also took up an interest in math, science and literature at an early age.”

“Wasn’t she nine when she was reading Shakespeare?” Paul said.

“Yes,” Lynn continued. “It all worried Connie, so she took her to psychologists, who assessed and tested her. Turned out Torrie’s IQ level was near genius. Then Torrie fell down the stairs and hurt her head. Ever since then Torrie’s had problems coping with life. She’s had breakdowns.”

“Breakdowns?” Bryce asked.

Paul added: “She would sometimes descend into what the people here call a dissociated state. Roy told me that Torrie thought she could walk through walls. At times she’d fly into wild, vengeful rages.”

“Vengeful?”

He nodded. “Roy and Connie didn’t understand what was happening. They were afraid Torrie would hurt someone, or herself. That’s why they brought her here for treatment, to help her so they could eventually bring her home.”