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Chapters (41)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tears welled in her eyes, and she was glad for the Darth Vader glasses, which offered her some cover. She felt as if she were drowning. And an old familiar knot fisted in her chest. She pulled in a deep breath and slowly released it. Words like transitions, therapy, conditions brought with them a future she did not want.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Wednesday, April 21

9:45 a.m.

Spencer stood back from the crowd dispersing from the hospital. He, along with the others, had been here to watch Detective Poe make her victorious exit, and while the crowd of officers cheered, he had watched. There were cases when the perpetrator returned to the scene of the crime. Some visited their victims’ homes or called loved ones, inquiring about their status.

And it stood to reason that this killer, if he had gone out of his way to set up Jordan, would linger and be present when she left. He would want to see how she was doing. Confirm the swirling rumors that she had lost some or all of her vision. He would want to know.

No one stuck out in his mind as odd, but he had two officers recording the scene so that later he could go back and study it more closely.

Captain Lee approached Spencer. “That went as well as could be expected.”

“If you say so.” Spencer did not need to ask how Jordan was faring. Her unnaturally happy smile had said it all. “A few days at home with nothing but this case to chew on is going to have an impact.”

Captain Lee drew in a deep breath. “You’re saying she’ll be in your office sooner rather than later.”

“If the shoe were on the other foot, I’d do the same. And I do want to talk to her. We need to deconstruct what she saw in that house before she was attacked.”

“Any word on Casey Andrews?”

“Nothing. I’ve also been in contact with Detective Rivers again and asked her to extend her search back a decade and to widen her search area. I want to know if any other women matching this killer’s profile disappeared.”

“You think there could be more?”

“This killer has honed his routine. His method of killing is highly unique, which I would argue he has perfected over time. I would bet his victim type has not changed that much. Many killers like him have specific preferences.”

Spencer’s phone rang. “Excuse me. It’s Dr. McIntyre.”

“By all means. She’s the lady with the answers.”

“Let’s hope.” He accepted the call. “Doc.”

“Agent Spencer, I have a toxicological report back on Marco Walker.”

“And?”

“There were so many drugs in his system it would have been darn near impossible for him to stand up, let alone hook a noose, climb up a chair, and hang himself,” Dr. McIntyre said.

“Are you sure?”