Paz got her tablet out, and Andy and Paz exchanged theirs. Andy looked the nondisclosure agreement over. “Fine,” she said. So Izabel signed Paz’s tablet, and Paz signed Andy’s.

“We think we tracked down the knife based on your description, and if we’re right, it’s a knife that was made for pilots—so they could cut themselves out of planes. He could’ve bought it online, but my guess is that it was passed down through his family. That it has some significance to him. So get him talking about his family. We’re tracking down friends and colleagues now and bringing them in for interviews. If you can get more names, we’ll bring them in, too. We can’t find anything about what school he went to or how he survived the Turning. But more info is bound to come in.”

“What’s his job?” Izabel asked.

“He’s a graphic designer, picking up contracts here and there.”

“So he didn’t need to meet anyone in person.”

“No, and he hasn’t recently. But a few years ago, when he was building his portfolio, he was meeting with clients. One of them might remember something.”

“Is he dating anyone?”

“Look at you, little detective,” Paz said.

“Shut up,” Izabel said back.

“Based on an app we found on his phone, he’s been dating, but no one person seriously.”

“Any overlap with who he killed?”

“Not that we’ve found, which might mean that kind of motive is out. So we need another motive—something less direct, but still something a jury will understand. If you can find anything special about the dates of the murders, the people, the locations of the houses—”

“I don’t remember any of that information.”

Paz handed her the file that had been sitting on the table, and Izabel opened it. The first page had a list of the dates of each murder, and beside each date were corresponding names. The second page was a map with the dates beside each marked location. The third page was a blank map. Behind that were pictures.

“No,” Izabel said when she saw the first picture. “I can’t look at these.”

“Then don’t. But keep them in case you need them. I want to know if he’s racist, homophobic, transphobic, if he doesn’t like animals, if he doesn’t like big business. Hell, if he doesn’t like apples, I want to know about it. We’ll put a bud in your ear and we’ll be able to talk to you with that.”

“Okay.”

“And we have robots looking for the knife in case he threw it off the edge of the town, but it would be great to narrow down that location.”

Izabel looked at her and said, “You know I can’t get all this.”