“Good. I think. We’ve got a lead on the IP where the pictures and videos from the party were posted. We’re heading there now with Hill and his team. I’m hoping the kid who lives there will have some insight into who else was at the party.”

“And Brooke?”

“About the same. Sedated again after a rough night.”

“Lucas was there last night but wasn’t able to interview her.”

“That’s what I heard from Tracy.”

Malone’s wise gray eyes took a perusing look at her. “You’re holding up okay?”

“Yes, sir. Any word on the DNA from our victims?”

“Being processed as we speak.”

Sam wanted to know exactly who had violated her niece, especially if one or more of them were still alive.

“Keep me posted,” Malone said.

“I will.”

Sam stopped in the conference room where Gonzo had set up the murder board. She took a good look at each of the victims, all of them attractive young people with smiles as bright as the futures that had been stolen from them. They’d done something stupid and had paid an awful price.

Looking at each photo, Sam vowed to get justice for them no matter what it took.

“Lieutenant.”

Sam turned to face Carlucci. “The chief is looking for you in his office.”

“Thanks. I’ll see him on the way out.” She left the conference room and the pit, cut through the main lobby and headed for the chief’s suite.

His administrative assistant waved her right in.

Sam knocked on the closed door. “You wanted to see me?”

Another man was in the office with the chief, and when he turned around, Sam recognized him as Bill Springer, the father of one of their vics and the owner of the home where the murders occurred.

“I believe you know Bill Springer,” Farnsworth said.

“Yes.” Sam nodded to Springer. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Springer was tall, dark-haired and handsome in a rough-around-the-edges sort of way.

“I’d like to know what’s being done to find the person who butchered my son and his friends.” Despite the confrontational tone, raw brown eyes told the story of a long, sleepless night filled with grief.

“We’re in the early stages of our investigation.”

“Which is shorthand for you have no clue, right?”

“It’s shorthand for we’re working the case.”

“Someone known to my son came into my home and murdered him and eight other people. And all you’ve got are snappy comebacks?”

Sam glanced at the chief, hoping he would step in.

He took the hint. “Bill, give us some time to figure this out. Lieutenant Holland always figures it out, which is why you wanted her on your son’s case.”

“Mr. Springer, while I have you, can you tell me who else had access to your home other than you and your wife, Hugo and your maid?”