“No.” Jordan tightened her grip on her cane’s handle.

“You can’t even get here without help,” Cloe said. “How are you going to find Casey?”

“I’ll work the evidence like I always have done,” Jordan said.

When Jordan angled into the passenger seat of her car, her nerves were humming. Walker had a connection to all the women, but he was dead, so he could not have attacked her or taken Emma. Who had he been working with?

Avery started the engine. “What was that all about? Did you get anything out of it?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” The car slipped into drive and moved forward down the street. “If you started using again, you would tell me, right?”

“What brought that on?”

“Cloe said her sister was acting like she did when she was in trouble.”

“You mean using.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t talk around your vision, so don’t substitute euphemisms for my prior drug use. Ignoring ugly doesn’t make it go away.”

“Point taken. And when did you get so wise?”

“I’ve always been wise,” Avery said. “But you never saw it.”

“That’s not true.” Avery was right. Jordan had always seen her sister as the little kid, the wounded dove.

“Bull. And I’m stronger than you think.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Avery’s tone softened. “I swore I would never go back to that life, and I won’t.”

“My sight is putting you under a lot of pressure,” Jordan said.

“I can handle it.”

“Okay.”

“What do you want to ask me?” Avery asked.

“Did you know Walker is dead?”

“Walker? Are you sure?”

“You really didn’t know? None of the cops in the café talked about it?”

“I haven’t been to work since your attack. How did Walker die?”

“He hanged himself.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t sound like Walker. He said he was going to live forever. What brought his name up?”

“Cloe thinks Casey bought from a guy named Marco with a last name that started with a W.”

“That world is very, very small.”

“The other victims of this serial killer also used drugs or had used drugs.”

“If it was heroin, it was Walker or someone who worked for him. He controlled a big chunk of the downtown area. But you said he’s dead, so he couldn’t have killed the last one.”

“Who did Walker hang out with? Was there anyone that could have killed him?”

“Plenty of people.”

“Who did he trust?”

“No one. But he used to be tight with his attorney.”

“Harold Sunday.” The man seemed to be in her path these days.

When Avery pulled in the driveway, she said to Jordan, “Well, that’s a surprise.”

“What?”

“Dr. Malone is here.”