“We have worked up extensive victim profiles which you can access through the secure portal we created exclusively for this task force. Bear in mind that this guy is sophisticated enough with computers he might try a phishing attack to gain access to this investigation, which is why you’ll need fingerprints to access the files as well as assigned passwords. If you lose your password or suspect you have been compromised in any way, call me directly. I’d rather we are proactive about this than reactive. I left my card near the door. It’s a lot easier to change the passwords than risk this UNSUB gaining access to our files.”

Alex stood and began handing out Ashley’s business card to everyone assembled. One of the things Yael really liked about her boss was the fact he might be a rich CEO married to a senator’s daughter, but he didn’t mind pitching in with even the most mundane of tasks.

“We have forensics from each of the crime scenes but nothing that definitively belongs to the UNSUB as opposed to some other individual who may have been using the areas before Evi1Geni-us decided to set up for his own purposes. Nothing has popped in any of the DNA or fingerprint databases. He wears gloves and we think he even wears disposable booties over his footwear as we haven’t found any overlap in possible shoeprints as yet.”

Alex cut in. “I’ve tried to determine how he might find the property to commit his crimes. My best guess is he accesses tax records stating whether or not the building is declared vacant. Presumably he also cases the joint. If it were me, I’d have a backup location in the event my primary venue fell through and I had a kidnap victim in the trunk all ready to go.”

“Always good to have a secure location to hold a victim when you kidnap them.” Ashley sent him an arch look.

Alex grimaced.

“Then we have the issue of how he is choosing and kidnapping these victims and where he keeps them until he is ready for the show—presumably he uses a vehicle of some kind. Is he randomly grabbing people off the streets?”

Yael nudged Shane with her knee.

He nudged her back. “What?”

“Tell them your idea about rideshare apps.”

“Agent Livingstone?”

Shane grunted when Ashley stared at him with a raised brow.

“Is there any chance the victims are calling for a rideshare? This UNSUB is hacking into the program, picking victims up off the street? Once they’re in the car, he only needs a gun and child locks on the doors, or even some other threat that stops them from jumping out and screaming for their lives.”