Chapters (41)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“She’s not an easy kid. And I think it helped that I had Avery along with me. Seeing my family humanized me. Anyway, she told me she thinks Casey bought drugs from Marco.”
Energy snapped through him. “That’s not a surprise.”
“No. We know Tammy Fox tested positive for heroin. Tox screen on Jane Doe #1 back yet?”
“It is. She had heroin in her system. Also received a call from Dr. McIntyre on the way here. Jane Doe #1 has been identified. Her name is Laura Davis, age nineteen. Her mug shot matches the picture Mrs. Sanchez gave me.”
“Laura knew Elena?”
“Seems so.”
“What was she arrested for?”
“She was arrested last year for prostitution. Served a few months in the county jail and during that time got herself cleaned up. She had a job working as a waitress in an outdoor café in Austin until she vanished two months ago. No missing person report was filed, and if not for the arrest record, she could have gone unidentified.”
“What did she look like?”
He almost reached for his phone to show her a picture. “Blond. Petite. Pretty. Young.”
“Elena Sanchez had dark hair and olive skin,” Jordan said.
“Maybe Walker wasn’t looking to traffic Elena but her friend Laura.”
“I spoke to Elena about five weeks ago. I tried to convince her to leave,” Jordan said.
“She made a choice,” he said.
“Yes.”
He understood the blame game too well. Best way to end it was to shift the thoughts. “We have three dead women, possibly four, and this killer isn’t shy about placing his bodies where he knew they would be found. Have you talked to Avery more about that incident two years ago?”
“She said Walker tied her up, but beyond that she says she doesn’t remember.”
“What do you think happened?”
“I think Walker either sold her to someone or was planning to.”
“Someone like Sunday?”
“They were tight. And Sunday has a taste for young women.”
“I spoke to him last week. He’s clever. Dances right up to the line but never crosses it.”
“He knows more about Walker than anyone. If Walker was killed, Sunday would have an idea of who did it.”
“He’ll never tell unless his ass is on the line. What does Avery say about Sunday?”
“She didn’t have much interaction with him.”
He faced a tough question he did not enjoy asking. “You sure she’s still clean?”
“We just had this talk. She says she is.”
“And you believe her?”
“I made a deal with her two years ago when I paid for her treatment. Going forward, I could demand a drug test at any time. And I’ve done it at least seven or eight times each year since then. They’ve all been clean.”