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II.

Sitting at her desk, Lilly held Georgina Taylor's photo in her hand. For everybody else, it looked as if she was staring at the picture, but she was so lost in thought she didn't really see it.

Scotty had suggested to her that she should leave the office and go home. But Lilly hadn't wanted to cross Danny's path, who should – by now – be there. She had given him a key a couple of weeks ago, so he didn't have to either meet her at work or wait in front of her house every time he came to visit her.

Lilly wasn't sure why exactly she didn't want to see him, but the news she had just received about him was still bothering her. It wasn't so much the fact that he had once been married. What Lilly couldn't get out of her head and what she didn't understand – and didn't like either – was the fact that he had never told her. Even if it was ten years ago, it still felt important to Lilly.

Lilly had read the old FBI file a couple of times and had learned from it that when Georgina had gone missing Danny had been questioned a few times. He obviously had been the main suspect, and Lilly found that impossible to believe.

She had also found out that Georgina and Danny had grown up together; they had lived in the same house since they had been teenagers. Georgina had, in fact, been Danny's foster sister.

Lilly had known that Danny's parents had died when he was eleven. He had also told her that he had lived with a foster family since the age of twelve – except for a couple of months around the time he turned fourteen, which he had spent living with his older brother. That hadn't worked out – Lilly didn't exactly know why, only that Danny's brother had had a drug problem – and Danny had been put into foster care again at almost fifteen. His parents' names had been Mary and Roger Anderson.

A year later, Georgina Taylor had joined the Anderson family. Her parents had emigrated from Ireland before she had been born and she had had no other relatives in the US. So when her parents had both died in a plane crash Georgina had been put into foster care until she had turned eighteen. After she had graduated from high school, she and Danny had gotten married and moved to New York.

But why the hell had he kept it a secret? That he had married his foster sister at the age of nineteen? And why had he decided to take Georgina's name after the marriage? Had he been involved in something illegal – something he wanted to get away from--

No! Lilly didn't even want to finish that thought. Instead, she concentrated on the picture in her hand. Georgina Taylor had been a pretty young woman; her long light brown hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail and she had a friendly smile. Lilly frowned, noticing that Georgina was very unlike herself, at least in her appearance. While Lilly was blonde, thin and had very light, porcelain-like skin, Georgina had been curvier, and what was visible of her skin was covered with freckles making her look somewhat cute.

The more Lilly kept staring at the picture the more insecure she began to feel. It didn't feel like jealousy, though, but she kept wondering: if she and Georgina were so obviously two very different types how could it be Danny had the same interest in Lilly now that he had had in Georgina ten years ago? And why was this the very first she ever heard of Georgina?

Also, the fact that Danny had chosen to change his name to Taylor was still confusing her. It was unusual for man to take the woman's name when they got married. Even if Lilly didn't think that Danny had been involved in something illegal – or even in his wife's disappearance – she did consider that fact that there was something behind changing his name. With a sigh, Lilly started reading the file again to see if she had overlooked something.

Then she noticed something; at the bottom of the page there was a name – the name of the agent who had written the report she had just read. And Lilly knew that name. Putting the file aside, she started rummaging through her desk. She had to have his telephone number somewhere. She always kept every number of every person she came in contact with through her job. After searching for a couple of minutes, Lilly got lucky. Reaching for her phone, she started dialling the number.

………………

Det. Kat Miller looked over at her colleague, Det. Will Jeffries, who was sitting behind the steering wheel of their car. They had parked five minutes ago but neither of them had made any attempt to get out of the car, yet.

"Do you feel as bad about this as I do?" Miller asked.

Jeffries turned his head towards her and just looked back. From his expression, Miller could tell the answer to her question without Jeffries responding, so she kept on talking. "I mean this is Lilly's house, and it's Lilly's boyfriend we're going to question."

She sighed heavily. In cases like this, it was normal to feel like an intruder; when you had to go and tell somebody that somebody else who had been missing for years was dead – but in this case… it was worse.

Finally Jeffries sighed and opened the door. "C'mon, let's get this over with."

Nodding, Miller got out of the car as well. Curiously, she took a look at her surroundings. She hadn't been a part of the team for long. Lilly and she hadn't really become friends yet, so she was at her place for the first time. She had met Danny Taylor, though. He had come to meet Lilly after work a couple of times. Although he wasn't really Miller's type, she had to admit that he was a good-looking man. Very friendly, too. They had talked a few times, and Miller had liked him at once. The thought that he could have done something to a woman – even more a woman he was married to – seemed ridiculous to Miller and before she could stop herself she asked the question that had been in her head since the had left the office, aloud:
"Do you think he did it?"

Jeffries didn't react at first, but when Miller stopped halfway towards the door, he slowed down his pace as well and turned around to look at her. "It doesn't matter what I think. And it doesn't matter what you think. Our job is to find out what happened to that young woman."

And with these words he kept on walking towards the front door.

"But…" Miller started. She didn't get any further, because Jeffries turned around again.

Knitting his brows together, he looked as unhappy as she felt as he spoke in a serious tone: "I liked him, too. And I hope – for Lilly's sake – that he is innocent. But we just don't know yet."

Miller nodded and without saying another word she sped up and walked past Jeffries to ring the door bell.

The door was answered a few minutes later by a surprised looking Danny Taylor. He opened his mouth to say something but Jeffries was quicker.

"Agent Taylor."

"Detective Jeffries." He looked at Miller. "Detective Miller." A small smile appeared on his handsome face, yet Miller hadn't missed the hint of worry in his tone that was reflected by the look in his eyes.

"We need to speak to you", Jeffries said as Miller seemed speechless. "May we come in?"

"Something happened to Lilly?" Taylor asked in a hitched tone, knitting his brows as he hesitantly stepped aside to let them in.

"No", Miller finally found herself able to talk to assure him. "She's okay."

"Okay… does…does she know you're here?" he asked, his voice sounding more and more confused.

"Yeah, she does," Miller answered as she followed the two men into the kitchen.

As she followed, Miller took in the unfamiliar surrounding. Lilly's home was as she would have imagined it; small, crowded with too much furniture, but tidy and very cosy. However cold Lilly may seem at first, after knowing her for a while, Miller had found out that her colleague was actually quite the opposite. She just found hard it sometimes to show it.

In the kitchen, Taylor offered them a seat. He looked confused and Miller knew it was about time they told him what this was about. Still, she dreaded it at the same time.

"Can I… uh… get you something to drink?" Taylor asked in a hesitant voice. "I mean… I don't live here, but I don't think Lilly would mind…"

But both detectives shook their heads. So he sat down opposite them and looked at them. "So? If this isn't about Lilly…,"

Pausing, he was about to continue when Jeffries cut him off: "It's about your wife. About Georgina."

For a moment, nobody said a word. Taylor just stared at them as shock overcame him. Miller noticed that he had paled and, more than ever, she wished she could be somewhere else.

"You found her?" Taylor finally asked in a toneless voice.

Miller was about to answer but Jeffries was quicker: "She was found three weeks after she went missing. She…"

But Taylor didn't let him finish. "She's…she's dead, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is", Miller said now, not quite managing to keep the pity out of her voice as she spoke. "That's why we're here."

Taylor sighed. He hadn't yet showed any emotions – the shock of the news paralysing him. Or maybe he was just very good at hiding his emotions from people when he didn't want to show them. Whatever it was, Miller hoped that he would start talking quickly so they could get this over with and leave.

After a long moment of silence Taylor sighed again. "Okay, let's start. What do you want to know?"

………………

Ending the call, Scotty slammed the phone onto the desk in frustration. Damn those Italian Authorities! How could it be so hard to find a woman, especially if he was looking for a woman named Mary Anderson in Italy! That name had to stick out there like—

Before Scotty could think of an adequate word as a comparison, he heard Nick Vera's grumpy voice coming from behind him: "Any luck?"

Turning around, Scotty shook his head. "No. I think I must have called every registration office and every police station in every little town there is in Tuscany and I've tried talking to those people in English and Spanish. They seem to understand neither. You?"

Nodding, Vera handed him the file he was carrying. On top was a photo of a young woman, maybe twenty years old. "This is Claire Simmons. She used to be Georgina's best friend around the time she went missing. Back then, she stated that she didn't think Georgina's husband had anything to do with her disappearance but she couldn't rule out the possibility."

"Should we talk to her?"

"Yes, I think we should. Because here's the most interesting part about this… ten years ago she lived in New York, but was about to move in with her boyfriend. Who lived – and still lives – here in Philly."

"Was he a suspect?" Scotty asked, eyebrows raised.

Vera shook his head as a grim look appeared on his face. "No, not until we found out that Georgina was raped and later found dead here in Philadelphia."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Scotty grabbed his phone, silently hoping it was still working after he'd taken out his frustration on it, slipped it into his pocket and made for the door. He felt relieved that finally there was something he could do.

………………

"So – according to the FBI, you were the last person to see Georgina before she disappeared."

Miller almost winced at the hard tone in Jeffries voice. She looked down at her notebook and then back up, trying to read the expression on Danny Taylor's face.

Taylor took a long time before he answered. "Yeah – they couldn't find anybody who claimed to have seen her after that."

"When did you last see her?"

"It was about twenty hours before I reported her missing. I was just coming back from work at five in the morning, about an hour before Georgie would have to get to go to work herself," Danny answered, his voice tender when he spoke his late wife's nickname.

"So you were the one who reported her missing?" Miller asked.

Taylor looked at Miller with knitted brows and answered in an annoyed tone. "Yes, that should be in the file, too."

Miller didn't know how to respond. It had been a stupid question. Luckily, Jefferies jumped in, "Why did you call it in so late?"

Taylor shrugged. "I didn't miss her really until after eight in the evening. I thought she had gone to visit a friend after work. But she didn't show up all evening and I started to get worried. Later that night I called the police."

"So, you worked that night, right?" Jefferies continued.

"Yes."

"Can you tell us where you worked?"

Taylor didn't answer right away. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but changed his mind. It was obvious that he knew that they already knew that, too. He knitted his brows again and finally let out a deep sigh before he answered: "I worked for a caterer. We delivered food for a very exclusive party that night, and most of us stayed all night to serve drinks and when it was over we had to clean up the dishes and everything. So I got home very late."

Jeffries nodded, checking his notes. When he looked at Taylor again, he suddenly had a very cold expression on his face. "The FBI spoke to your colleagues back then. Most of them said that there was something between you and your boss. They saw you leave together after that party."

It was obvious that Taylor had expected the question. He sighed and started to explain right away: "Well, I think she was interested in me, yes. I don't know why, though; she was married, and she knew that I was married, too. But she kept trying to make passes at me. She gave me a ride home that night. I know it was stupid, but it was late and I was tired, so I said yes."

"So it's not true…that you and she had an affair?" Jeffries asked. His voice was firm, but Miller knew he had invented this. The FBI filed had said nothing about this. Miller could see that her colleague was as surprised as she was when Taylor answered.

"Well, it is true, but that was half a year after Georgie disappeared. I never cheated on Georgie. It wasn't a good idea but I was kind of in a self-destructive phase after I lost her. And my boss was divorced by then, by the way."

"What do you mean, self-destructive?" Jefferies asked, training in on that part of Taylor's response.

Taylor shook his head as he rubbed his eyes. "I had started drinking – again – and well, I wasn't really myself…"

Eyebrows raised, Jefferies responded, "Drinking – again? So you had a drinking problem before that?"

"Yes – I've had a problem with alcohol all my life. But when Georgie and I were married, I was clean – so it doesn't have anything to do with this case," Taylor answered, finally starting to lose his patience.

"We'll see about that", Jeffries said, as he got up to leave. "That's it for now, but we might have to come back for more questions later."

Taylor just nodded wordlessly as he watched them leave.

Miller felt relieved, as the interview was over. However, Taylor seemed more than angry by now, and she had never wanted to see him like this. Still, she couldn't imagine him being guilty in any way, even angry he didn't seem like a violent person to her. Although she knew from experience that appearances could be deceiving.