Back at the station, she sat at the desk and scanned through all of the files and papers again. As she did, she found herself on the verge of getting sidetracked. She still had her big secrether tumor diagnosis that still sat heavy on her shoulder like a parrot that would not shut up. The guilt shed felt at Gemmas house tried to keep coming back, fueled by the sight of Paiges face during the FaceTime call. And even when she was able to look beyond that guilt, there was the memory of what had happened to her while chasing down Maria Oliver. More accurately, she was reminded of how shed been shown yet another glimpse of the mortality she was going to have to get a handle on.

Hey, her body said. Youre not the invincible, star agent youve always been. Theres a tumor in your head, remember? What the hell are you trying to prove?

She also found herself thinking of Peter and Paige, back at home with no clue at all that she had essentially been handed her death warrant. She could sense the all-consuming guilt behind that little nugget, but she pushed it aside for now. She figured she could process through it when the case was finished. Because the longer her mind spent away from the facts and twists of this case, the more time the killer had to target his (or, as she was currently thinking, her) next victim.

With no further leads or hope of answers, they had no real path forward other than once again scouring the records, paperwork, and patient lists. Combining that with what they now knew of the Facebook group, she felt there had to be some sort of answer buried in it all.

While Rachel poured through the print outs, patient lists, and station network, Jack was online, searching for other fertility support groupsnot just online, but local meet-and-greet type meetings. Every now and then, he would scribble down a name on a nearby pad and then continue his search.

Theres at least three in the city, he said, looking up from his scribbled notes. But from what I can find, none of them really see all that much activity. Also, because its a public forum of sorts, its going to be tough to get names.

I think thats okay, though, Rachel said. Our killer would have to be very stupid to go looking for victims at a public meeting.

Jack nodded, but he kept looking. Rachel understood the mindset, though; sometimes there was gold buried in the most unlikely of places. Also, when there were no solid leads, this was the only real avenue they had to take.