“No,” Grey said. “Stone, I know you are not this oblivious.”

“It was the only way,” I said. “She had information. She’s been working on this the last three years and gave me more than I had before. I was able to walk her through that night, and I have a way for us to confirm who attacked her.”

“How?” Grey gritted through his teeth.

“Someone drugged her with something that wouldn’t have shown up on a toxicology report. Something that went quickly through her system and wasn’t initially tested for. If we watch that footage to see who drugged her drink, we’d know who attacked her. I’m willing to bet it was Ethan.”

Grey stared at me for a moment, fury building in his eyes. I knew this would cost me my badge, but I didn’t care.

“I’ll call Mags to pull the footage. We’ll deal with this after we make an arrest. I need your mind still on this.”

I nodded.

Grey started to walk out of the room, but he turned one last time. “I hope she’s worth this Stone.”

I never felt more confident of an answer.

“She is,” I whispered under my breath.

* * *

Grey returned shortly after, letting me know Mags was already diving into the footage. Len hadn’t reappeared, but I imagined she was doing her best to avoid the agents and deputies swarming the house.

My stomach twisted with guilt, knowing this was her worst nightmare. Everything she’d run from had just showed up on the front porch.

It only took an hour before Grey’s phone rang. He answered and turned on the speaker, Mag’s voice immediately coming through the phone.

“You were right,” she said. Her voice sounded shaken. “I went through all the footage from that night, focusing on Len. Approximately fifteen minutes before she leaves, Ethan very clearly slips something into her drink. I’m sending it to you now.”

I opened my laptop on the dining room table and found the video clip already waiting for me. Grey moved to watch beside me. The second I clicked play, I spotted Ethan hovering near where the drink sat on the bar. It was ever so slight, hard to miss. His hand slipped over her drink, dropping something in, and then he hurried away to clear empty glasses from the counter.

My stomach turned at the sight. Knowing what came next made it all the more horrifying to watch and confirm. Len had been right. She was drugged before she was attacked.

“Thank you, Mags,” Agent Grey said. “I’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

He hung up and turned to me. “I need everything you have on him,” he ordered. “If he is the Coastal Killer, I don’t want him slipping through our fingers this time.”