Even if there is someone leaking these names, the fact that the killer is now targeting women from two clinics complicates things. If it were someone on my staff, they would not have access to a list of women receiving treatments from another clinic. We simply dont share that information with other clinicsor anyone outside of agencies like yours.

Damn, Rachel thought. How did I miss that?

Of course, Rachel said.

Is there anything else? Carpenter asked. We have exactly three minutes before we have to open the doors for the day.

No thank you. Youve been a tremendous help.

Rachel and Jack slipped out as Mrs. Carpenter unlocked the doors to start the clinics day. Rachel was thrilled to have the lists, but based on the glaring observation Carpenter had made about not being able to share information with other clinics, she wasnt sure how much good it would do.

Man, Jack said as they neared the car. These people start early, I see.

Rachel looked ahead and saw a small group of protestors beginning to gather together at the edge of the parking lot. A brief glance was all the attention she gave them. She really didnt need another reason to get annoyed this morning. She had to get hyper-focused on the case.

She got behind the wheel, cranked the car, and was about to pull off when she saw something that triggered a flash of familiarity.

She pointed to one of the women and said, Jack, does that woman look familiar to you?

Jack looked to the woman in question and shrugged. Not sure. I dont think so.

She was at Regency yesterday. She was the one that called us out when we were leavingthe one that thought wed gone in together as a married couple. Rachel looked out again, just to be sure. And yes, it was the same womanthe same dark shoulder-length hair, the same glasses, the same angry-looking fixed stare.

Jack looked again and recognition spread across his face. Yeah, that is her.

Seems she stays busy with these protests, huh?

It does. And to show up at the two that are centered around the killings…I think that at least warrants some questioning.

Rachel killed the engine and got out. Jack joined her and they walked slowly to the other side of the lot, the one directly by the little two-lane feeder road that connected the parking lot to the busier streets beyond. The group consisted of only seven people so far and most of them noticed the two people headed their way.

Excuse me, Rachel said as she approached. The woman they had recognized looked up. There was irritation on her face at first, presumably thinking her little group was about to get lectured. But then she seemed to recognize Rachel and her eyes went wide with worry.