“He’s not talking. But it looks like his style. You know, black and white and kind of noir. There’s a definite sexual element.”

“That son of a bitch lied to us.”

“Makes you wonder what else he lied about, doesn’t it?”

“It makes me wonder if he had a relationship with her.”

“Does he have an alibi for the night Sadie Miller disappeared?”

“He’s not talking. Asked for a lawyer. We’re waiting for him now.”

“Bastard.” I realize I’m grinding my teeth and make myself stop. “That makes him look guilty. Like he’s hiding something.”

“I don’t know if it will stick, but we took him into custody on an obstruction charge. He’s cooling his heels here at the county jail.”

I think about what this means in terms of the case, in terms of finding Sadie. “Tomasetti, the photo you found. Is it pornographic?”

“She’s topless. Her back is turned to the camera, but part of one of her breasts is visible.”

Fury stirs in my chest, but I tamp it down. I can’t afford to let those emotions out of their cage. I know from experience they can suck the energy right out of you. “So we’ve got him,” I say harshly. “Even if we can’t get him on murder, we’ve got him on child porn.”

“Second offense, so he’ll do time,” he tells me. “As soon as I get a scan of the photo, I’ll e-mail it to you.”

“An underage Amish girl.” I spit the words. “What kind of man does something like that?”

“Pedophile. Sociopath. Self-important prick. Take your pick. If I get the chance, I’ll take a shot at him for you.”

“I hate to admit it, but you’re actually making me feel better.”

“That’s my girl.”

“What really pisses me off about this is that he’ll use this as publicity to promote his photographs and books.”

“Nothing we can do about that.”

“Do you think he killed Annie King?” I ask.

The miles between us hiss; then he says, “I don’t know. Initially, I didn’t think so. I still don’t, really. But, Kate, that photograph and the fact that he lied to us are hard to ignore.”

The connection between Karns and Annie King is undeniable. So why don’t I feel better about it? “Have you found a connection between Karns and any of the others?”

“Nothing yet, but we’ve confiscated his computer. We’ve got a lot of material to comb through.”

The silence that follows lingers an instant too long and I sense our thoughts have ventured back to this morning. “What about you, Kate?” he asks. “Everything okay there?”