Jordan squared her shoulders. “I spoke to the neighbor who lives across the street from the second crime scene.” She updated him on the pickup truck circling the house and its status.

“He scopes out his kill houses beforehand. He’s organized. Likely stashes his supplies there as well,” Spencer said.

“Any sign of a blunt object?” Detective Poe asked. “Last we spoke you said no.”

“Still correct,” Lucas said. “We went over every square inch of the house and found nothing with blood on it.”

“You said you had shoe impressions from the first scene,” she said.

“Athletic shoes, size ten.” He moved to a computer screen and pulled up an image of the shoe impression. “This was taken at scene number one and”—he pressed another key—“this was lifted at scene number two.” Another press of a button and the images appeared side by side. “It’s a Nike athletic shoe. Nothing remarkable about that, but if you blow up the image, you will see a noticeable nick on the outer side of the right foot. Shoes that have been worn enough develop their own unique print.”

“Meaning it’s the same shoe at both scenes,” Detective Poe said.

“Correct.”

“What about surveillance footage near the two murder scenes?” Spencer asked. “Beyond that one neighbor, were there cameras?”

“No cameras within five blocks of the first scene, and three blocks from the second,” Detective Poe said. “I was surprised there were not more doorbell cameras.”

The average person appeared on camera footage up to two hundred times a day. “If this killer had scoped out this area, then he would have noticed that. Supports the assumption that he doesn’t want to be caught,” Spencer said.

“He’s having too much fun,” Detective Poe said.

She was right. This killer’s very brief cooling-off period suggested he could be on some kind of binge killing spree. And the murders were not going to stop until they caught him.

“What about fingerprints or DNA from the scene?” Spencer asked.

“There are fingerprints at both the first and second scenes. The prints at the first scene weren’t usable, but we lifted a really good palm print from the second location’s front door,” Lucas said. “Just put it in AFIS, so we should have an answer soon.”

“So why get sloppy the second time around?” Detective Poe asked. “He’s not only left possible fingerprints, but he chose a location that was destined for renovation within days.”

“Arrogant or sloppy? At this stage, it doesn’t matter. Let me know if you get any hits on the print,” Spencer said.

Spencer’s phone rang. The display flashed Captain Lee’s name. Turning from Detective Poe and Lucas, he raised the phone to his ear. “Ranger Spencer.”

“Any progress?” The question frustrated Spencer. Lee was a cop, and he knew cases like this did not solve themselves overnight.

“No, sir.” Spencer generally tacked sir on when he was annoyed.