“This is Denise Lewis,” says Jennifer. “Same birthday as Chloe, and as you can see, an identical match. She grew up eighty miles away from where Chloe’s body was found. Her family moved to Ohio when she was twelve. She went to Ohio State and majored in biology with an intent to go into veterinary medicine.”

I remember Chloe volunteered at an animal shelter.

Gerald clicks to another image. Denise is on a horse against some sparse rocky mountains. “Six months ago she updated her Facebook status to say she got an internship to work in a village in Mongolia teaching English. She’s made sporadic updates since then. Even uploading photographs.” He shows another photo of her. This one shows her nuzzling a horse by a yurt.

“Nice photo?” He brings up another image. It’s the same exact photograph, but a different girl. This one is Asian. “The Warlock modified these photographs with her image.” He points to the skin on her cheek. “These aren’t Photoshops. He actually rendered the entire image using a 3-D model. The light bounce is perfect. A fake made in two dimensions wouldn’t quite get the shadows right. The only giveaway on this image is that he used a blurring tool with too low of a randomness. I don’t think anybody would catch it unless they knew exactly what they’re looking for.”

Ailes shakes his head. “Do her parents know?”

Jennifer’s face drops. “No. They think she’s still alive. We told Knoll. He’s preparing for what to do next.”

“Goddamn this asshole.” Ailes is visibly shaken.

As with Swanson’s wife, we don’t want the Warlock to know what we’ve learned. If he’s still trying to maintain that Denise is alive, he might stay in contact with them so nobody ever makes the connection.

But what’s his endgame? Tell the families they died overseas? Send back a cigar box filled with ashes?

He could theoretically keep this going for years. If we didn’t realize the twin connection, it’d be one of those unsolved mysteries you see on television. Only one writ large with a baffled FBI in the middle of it all.

“What else?” asks Ailes.

Gerald shows an image filled with hundreds of small photographs. “In the hope that the Warlock uploaded his own photo, we theorized some parameters and found four thousand uploaded images that appear to fit. We’re searching the IP addresses for potential masking, etcetera to look for matches. We’ve also sent them to behavioral analysis. They’re going to run them through VICAP and do a search through the images we collected in Fort Lauderdale of the crowd at the Avenger site.”

If we can tie one of the uploaded photos to someone who was there, that could be a big lead. It’d give us a face to put on the news. It would show we were doing something besides waiting for the next murder.

I walk over to the screen to look at the faces up close. The frames are tightly cropped around their heads. There’s a range of human emotion. Any one of them could be the Warlock. Ailes stands next to me and squints. He’s having the same thought.