Yeah. Theyve got cameras at the back of the garage and a Ring doorbell front door, but nothing back here. Theres an alarm on the back door, but he says it was disengaged. He figures she disengaged it when she walked outside.

Has anyone checked the Ring footage?

We did. Theres nothing. A single car goes by but we obviously cant see the plate.

Any idea why she might have come outside in the first place? Jack asked.

We didnt get that far, Owen said.

Rachel paced around the back yard. She looked to the garage, where halogen security lights glared. She scanned the yard and looked back to the body. Something wasnt adding up here. As she stood there, the first true light of dawn crept across the Kettlemans back yard but it felt almost melodramatic. Light or not, there were no leads or clues here. The lights, the layout of the yard…it made her think this was a calculated killer. Hed planned it and plotted it. Hed likely driven by the houses of his victims to study the layouts, to learn their schedules. And given how quickly he was working, it likely meant hed been very meticulous. He knew their names, their addresses, details of their houses and schedules from the looks of it. This could get very bad, very soon.

Earth to Rachel, Jack whispered. You okay?

Rachel thought of Paige being at home with a babysitter. She thought of her diagnosis and how, at some point, she was going to have to come clean with it. She thought of not being there for her daughter, leaving her husband to raise a child by himself. Slowly, in the light of a new morning, the pity she had caught a glimpse of last night turned to something else. It started to turn into anger.

No, she said. This case is starting to piss me off.

The case or the killers actions?

Both. I say we find out where this woman was supposed to be getting her treatments and start there. All over again, like yesterday. Two clinics, three dead women…someone has got to know something.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

They arrived at the clinic fifteen minutes before business hours. It was called Greenfield Womens Health Services and was about half the size of Regency. The doors were still locked with they approached but some sturdy knocking eventually got a very flustered-looking nurse to come to the door.

Though a small crack in the double doors, the fifty-something woman looked to them with disapproving eyes. We dont open for another fifteen minutes, she said.

I know, and Im sorry, Rachel said, showing her badge. But I was really hoping to speak to someone before you officially opened for the day. Were with the FBI and are looking into a series of murders.

Oh, the woman said. Oh, well yes, please come in. Ill get Mrs. Carpenter, the manager for you.