No way in hell.

She took the three steps down to the sidewalk in one leap. “Special Agent Foreman, one quick question.”

Renton and Foreman turned to face her. The chief smiled. “It’s really nothing personal, Miss Bergman.”

“And this is purely professional, Chief. According to our agreement, I can’t write about the Bro-duce brothers, but there’s a much better angle to cover. Special Agent, can you confirm the presence of an active serial killer in Bloomington, Indiana?”

Foreman slid the box into the back seat of the SUV, shut the door. “No comment.”

Caitlin didn’t stop. “Is that because confirming the presence of an active serial killer would not only reveal your own agency’s incompetence, but might also show how the BPD’s handling of the Chapman disappearance allowed the killer to evade detection for two years, to then hunt and kill Paige Lauffer?”

Foreman walked around to the driver’s side, got in.

Renton came back, ready to fight. “How dare you? Are you saying that Detective Greenwood was anything but professional?”

“Not at all. It wasn’t Jerry Greenwood who mishandled the investigation, possibly even disposed of evidence.”

Mary came down by her side. “What are you doing, Caitie?”

Caitlin shrugged Mary’s hand off her elbow. They didn’t get to walk away with their shame in a tidy box. “Chief Renton, is it true that Detective Chris Shepherd treated Angela Chapman’s disappearance as the inconsequential worry of a female friend, rather than a missing person’s case, ignoring obvious physical evidence?”

“Not at all.”

“Is it possible that the three-day window caused by the man’s patronizing of female student Lakshmi Anjale allowed Kieran Michelson and David Amireau ample time to dispose of any and all evidence that might have led a competent investigator to Angela Chapman’s remains?”

“Detective Chris Shepherd was a great man with an exemplary record.”

“Who just happened to shoot himself two months after being removed from the Chapman investigation?”

Renton dismissed her with a wave. “Shepherd’s suicide was the result of a personal medical issue.”

“That he withheld from his wife?”

“You’re talking out your ass, Bergman. Greenwood, let’s go.”

Jerry walked down the steps, stood next to the chief.

“Maybe not,” Caitlin continued. “The lack of paperwork from Shepherd is highly suspect. Either he didn’t bother to fill out an incident report or else someone in the BPD chose to omit his version, going so far as to put a typed revision in its place, not signed by the officer on the scene, but by you, Chief Renton.”

Jerry put a hand up, started to open his mouth.