I pace the New York FBI room trying to sort things out in my head. “We could have got him. He was probably following the bus. The creep got away again.” He’s always a step ahead.

“Jessica. I think you’re missing an important detail. We saved the girl. If it hadn’t been for you, we’d never have known about her. He would have killed her and she would have vanished from history. We stopped him. That should make you feel good.”

“I know. But we didn’t save Claire. We had the information, but we couldn’t put it together in time.” I stop pacing to sit on the edge of a table and stare at a wall full of missing-persons photos. The faces look back with happy expressions, unaware of what fate has in store for them. There’s a map next to the photos with pins at locations where each of them was last.

Ailes continues, “We’re getting closer. Close enough to save at least one person. He knows the noose is getting tighter. And he probably still doesn’t know about our ace in the hole, that we’re inside the website he used to track down some of his victims. This information is putting us closer. If he tries to kill again, we might be able to be there this time.”

“If?”

“Some of Chisholm’s people think this may have been the final murder. At least for a while. If we only count them as miracles, this is the third one. Like a trinity. The first one was in the ground. The second was in the sky. The third was in heaven. It has a nice kind of symmetry to it. Doesn’t it? The Bible loves threes.”

“I think it’s wishful thinking,” I reply, perhaps a little too tersely. “I think he’s saving the best for last.” I still can’t get the five classical elements out of my mind. I used to build my show around a five-part structure. Three may be a holy number. Five offers a sense of completeness. “I think there’s going to be at least two more.”

I can hear Ailes sigh on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, maybe I do too.”

Symmetry. I roll the thought around in my head for a moment. The Warlock wants to show everyone how clever he is. Even going as far as planting little Easter eggs like the sand and the feather. Nothing is left to chance. The last two murders were revealed in carefully chosen locations. The plane appeared near where it was last seen in 1945. Claire was supposed to have died in the most public place in the world. A taunting gesture if there ever was one. The one part that doesn’t fit is the graveyard. It got our attention, but it doesn’t have the narrative of the others. It was just a cemetery. Sure, it was where his real first victim was buried. But why her and why there?

“Dr. Ailes, can you hold on a second?” I set the phone on speaker, put it down and grab some of the pins stuck to the side of the map. There’s something about the cemetery that’s odd.