“We do.” He pulled off his glasses, drawing attention to dark circles under his eyes. They were all putting in long hours. They had two, possibly three, victims and an injured cop.

“First to the Jane Does,” Lucas said. “The first did not have any kind of dental, breast, or medical device I can track with a serial number.”

“And the second victim?”

“The medical examiner was able to pull fingerprints, and we matched those to Tammy Fox’s.”

Jane Doe #2 had a name. According to Rivers’s file, Tammy Fox had vanished five or six days ago. She had last been seen in a bar called the Saloon. Her employer had filed her report.

“Less than one week means there’s a good shot at getting security footage,” Lucas said.

“We already have the footage. Detective Poe spoke to Dustin Tate at the Saloon and requested it. Got a tech going through it now.”

“Perfect.”

“Now to the plastic found at the last crime scene.” Lucas motioned him toward a light table. “We put it in a fuming chamber.” When evidence was placed inside a fuming chamber, superglue was added to the heating element, and after a press of the start button, the vaporized glue adhered to latent fingerprints.

“And?”

“We found plenty of Detective Poe’s prints around the face. Most were smudged but enough were clear. On the inside, we found more prints belonging to Casey Andrews. There is an assortment of partial and random prints, and we’re running those.”

So far, this guy had not been sloppy, and the risks he’d taken appeared to be calculated. It didn’t make sense that he wouldn’t have worn gloves.

“What else did you find on the plastic?”

“Detective Poe’s blood. Casey Andrews’s sweat and traces of urine. We also pulled several dark hair strands from inside the plastic. We’re running DNA on that.”

“The killer?”

“We can only hope that’s a yes and his DNA is on file.”

“What about the footprints found at each scene?” Spencer asked.

“Same set of shoes at all three sites.”

“There was semen found in Tammy Fox.”

“No hits in CODIS yet, but we’re comparing it to the hair fibers found at the Andrews scene.”

Legwork and good detective work identified an offender. When a cop had a name, then forensics could prove or disprove he had the right guy. “Keep me updated.”

“Will do.”

He left the building, settled his hat on his head, and as he crossed the lot, his phone rang. “Ranger Spencer.”

“This is Dr. McIntyre. I was told to call you and remind you that I’ve scheduled the Walker autopsy for Saturday morning at nine.”

“I’ll see you then.”

In his car, he tossed his hat on the passenger seat and sat for a moment. The image of Jordan lying in a pool of blood raced across his mind.