“Not a lot. Someone deleted most of the video.”

Alex swore. “Which makes it nearly impossible to try to track him on traffic cams in the surrounding area as we don’t know exactly when he was here and presumably the van had false plates.”

“Vehicle Identification Number might yield something useful.” Shane joined them having finished his call.

“I can’t imagine he owned that van in his real name,” Yael argued.

“But every clue we uncover gives us the potential to track him down. He only has to make one mistake and we have his identity. Once we have his real name and his face, he won’t be able to hide any longer,” said Alex.

“I assume EG didn’t bring his own cell with him? Or if he did, he never turned it on?” Shane asked.

“Probably used a burner, before stealing Stockwell’s phone,” Alex agreed.

A couple of guests were standing around outside their units now obviously drawn by the medical examiner’s rig.

One family was loading up to leave.

“I’ll go interview them and take their details.” Shane shot Yael another look and then headed across the parking lot.

Yael sometimes forgot that before he’d joined HRT he must have been a regular street agent.

Alex cleared his throat and Yael turned around, realizing she was staring after Shane like some besotted teen.

“Where’s Wayne Stockwell’s car?” Yael asked to deflect attention away from herself and the direction of her thoughts. “Assuming he had one?”

Alex glanced at her as if that was something he hadn’t considered yet. Held up his finger. “Good thought.”

Alex called Ashley Chen with a request for information on Stockwell’s car. Then they looked around the parking lot but there was no brown Buick.

“Presumably EG stole it. Maybe he stashed it somewhere after he killed Stockwell and before he headed to Zenko’s place. Perhaps he didn’t think we’d be onto him so soon. Or maybe he always planned to torch the van and knew he’d need another getaway vehicle that couldn’t immediately be linked to him.”

Alex scanned the area and both their gazes landed on a big box store about a half-mile away across some waste ground.

“EG didn’t kill Wayne just because he saw his face. He also wanted a vehicle and cell phone and he didn’t want to risk drawing attention by stealing another car off the street. He saw the night clerk and decided to use him.” Alex’s eyes glinted like silver in this light. “Or maybe he planned it all along. Maybe he’d stayed here in the past…”

“We need to check the records,” Yael murmured. “Sunita and her kids are lucky to be alive.”

Alex nodded. She wondered if he was thinking about Mallory and their baby daughter.