I hurried over to the wall, pulling down everything linking Ethan to the killings. I turned over all of it to Grey. “He fits the working profile.” I showed him the blown up picture of a man about the same stature as Ethan wearing the hoodie with keys to the pub hanging out of their pocket. “Whoever left a threat at Len’s door is linked to the pub.”

“This is all circumstantial at best,” Grey said.

“But now we have the footage,” I pointed out. “Len also received threats via text and a call. I’ll forward Mags the number and see what she can get from it.”

“What about the latest victim?” Grey asked. “Do you have anything linking him to her?”

“I don’t have any of the information on her yet, but if you give me everything you have, I will find something.”

He typed something into his phone and gathered the papers I’d given them before walking toward the door. “Mags is forwarding you everything we know. Call me the second you have something.”

I saw that Mags was already sending over information. A report with the woman’s name popped up—like all the others, she was engaged.

One of the cats jumped into my lap, and I looked down to find Alonzo curling up. I’d given up on keeping them away in any capacity. They were starting to grow on me, honestly.

“It’s Ethan?” Len said, standing in the kitchen doorway, startling me.

I cast a sympathetic look toward her. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be tangled up in this anymore,” I said. “It’s for your own protection.”

“You didn’t tell me any of this. I heard it myself,” she noted. “Grey can’t be angry when I heard it from his own mouth.” She crossed her arms.

A  warm chuckle escaped my mouth. Clever as always.

Seriously, was I going to let this girl go?

The memory of her birthday ran through my mind, the way it felt to kiss her finally.

I pushed it away. I couldn’t lose focus. I needed to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

“Seriously, Len,” I said.

“I know,” she sighed. “I just still can’t shake the feeling he’s not the one who attacked me.”

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it. I pulled out the chair next to me for her to join. The same video I watched played when she sat down. Her eyes widened, watching the screen as she saw the same thing I did: Ethan dropping something in her drink.

“I know it’s hard to watch, but we need this to arrest him. He was definitely there that night. It’s likely the side effects from whatever he used that left your memory hazy,” I explained gently.