Nicky saw Jordan reach the back of the room, heading for the exit. She changed paths, bolting toward the door. She got there a few seconds before him, and she yanked it open.

He stood there, his eyes wide. "No!" he shouted, but it was too late. Nicky was ready. She leapt toward him, and he fell forward, tripping over his feet.

She jumped on top of him. He tried to fight back, but Nicky knew exactly how to pin someone down. She pulled her cuffs out and slammed them on his wrists.

The door opened behind her. Moments later, Ken appeared with what was definitely going to become a black eye. Nicky hauled Jordan to his feet.

"You're going to regret this," Jordan said, still trying to spit out threats to her, but she didn't even acknowledge him.

Ken grabbed Jordan's elbow and held him still. "We're going to get you for this," Jordan said, his face growing red.

"Give it up, Katz," Nicky said.

"You don't know what you're messing with," Jordan said.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Ken said. He helped Nicky haul Jordan toward the car.

"We'll see about this," Jordan said. "I'm going to sue the FBI. You're going to be sorry you messed with me."

"You'll be in jail before you have a chance," Nicky said.

The other police officers were looking at the scene, maybe considering going in to stop them, but they never did. Good move. Nicky shoved Jordan Katz into the back of the rental car.

In that moment, she realized that she'd done it. She'd followed the case through, hunted down the criminal, and arrested him. She'd actually done it.

Now, all she had to do was get Katz to confess.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Nicky stormed into the interrogation room at the Frankstown police station; it was nothing short of a dank, unimpressive box, but Nicky didn't care. She was ready to get Katz to fess up.

Ken was right beside her, and they both sat down across from Jordan Katz, who was fidgeting on the other side of the interrogation table. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, and he was still wearing his suit from the black-tie event. If Nicky had her way, the next thing he'd be wearing would be a prison jumper.

"Mr. Katz," Nicky said. "Are you ready to talk to us now?"

"I don't know what the hell this is about!" Katz yelled. "Why am I here?"

"You know why," Nicky said.

"No, really, I don't."

Exchanging a look with Nicky, Ken pulled out a file, took out a photo of Meghan Salinger, and slid it across the table.

"Do you recognize this woman, Jordan?" Nicky asked.

Jordan looked away. "Never seen her in my life.

"Are you sure about that? Because you matched with her on a dating app."

"What? No I didn't. Even if I did, so what? I get thousands of matches."