Sue Mackenzie (Late evening of September 11, 1994)
Right before the dinner portion was about to commence, I found Ace and pulled him to the side to discuss this A.G. person Amy wrote about the day before she died. “So do you think it’s her?” I asked him.
“Look, Sue, I think you have a strong case here, I do,” he began. From the tone of his voice, I knew that what I was about to hear was not going to be good. “Just not against Adeline. You see, A.G. has been running these streets ever since the early eighties. There’s no way it could be her; she was only a small child then.”
I suppose he had a point there. I just wish that he didn’t.
“You did good, Sue,” he consoled me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Thanks to you and your evidence, we have reasonable cause to reopen the investigation. We’ll catch her before you even know it; you’ll see.”
“Thanks Ace,” I said as we both headed into the dining room to take our seats at the table. I pulled out a chair, in between Jeff and some older gentleman, while Ace sat across from me, in between Amelie and Zack.
Adriene then entered the room and took the seat on the other side of the old man as she kissed him on the cheek. “Sue, did you, by chance, get to meet my dad?” she asked, seeing that I was staring at them. Thank God, it’s not her lover.
I shook my head, then went for a handshake with the guy.
“Don Grecker,” he introduced himself with a kind smile, offering me his hand.
“Sue Mackenzie,” I smiled back, shortly before coming to the realization. “Wait, Adriene, your last name is Grecker?”
“Well, it was until I married the man of my dreams,” she answered, smirking. “Speaking of which, I wonder where he ran off to. Dinner is just about to start.”
Clutching onto my belly, hoping Pat would see from two chairs down, I looked over at Amelie. I could tell from the worried expression on her face that she was thinking the exact same thing I was: A.G. stood for Adriene Grecker.