“This one,” he said. “I’ve seen him before. I don’t know where, but I know I’ve seen him.”

“He’s a delivery driver. On the Saturday that Mary first saw the man outside her bedroom window, this man delivered a package to your house. A swing set.”

Clark’s fingers tightened on the card. Maggie didn’t like what she saw in his eyes. She pried the card out of his hands and slipped it back in her pocket.

“So it’s him,” he said.

“We’re a long way from proving it, but we think so.”

“Does he drive a silver RAV4?”

“Yes, he does.”

“That should be it then, right? I mean, what else do you need? You’ve got the right car, and you’ve got him at my house. Can’t you arrest him?”

“Nothing would make me happier, but we don’t have enough evidence yet,” Maggie told him. “We’re going to be executing a search warrant, and we’re going to question him thoroughly. Depending on what we find, we may be able to charge him with interference with privacy. In effect, that’s the law against peeping toms. However, we’re a long way from a manslaughter charge, and to be honest with you, we may never get there.”

“So this guy harasses my daughter to death, and he gets a slap on the wrist.”

“Please, Mr. Biggs. The investigation is still in an early stage. If this is the man who harmed Mary, I will do everything I can to see that he’s punished for it.”

“Does he have a connection to the other girls who were peeped?”

Maggie nodded. “He made deliveries to three of the other houses. That’s significant, but not necessarily persuasive for a jury. We’re looking for ways that he might be connected to the remaining girls, but we haven’t found anything yet.”

Clark’s face twitched. He snapped a branch from a tree overhanging the trail and broke it in half again and again, dropping the pieces on the dirt. He stared down at the river, where the reflection of the sun was blinding.

“I was hoping you could remember what happened when the swing set was delivered,” Maggie said. “Did the driver have any kind of interaction with Mary? Did he see her?”

Clark closed his eyes and didn’t respond. Maggie waited for him without interrupting, and when Clark opened his eyes again, he nodded slowly.

“Mary and I were both outside,” he said.

“Did anything happen?”

Clark sighed. “Yes. Mary exposed herself. She lifted up her T-shirt and showed him her breasts. She did that kind of thing all the time. She was just a kid, she didn’t mean anything by it.”

“How did the driver react?”

“I apologized. He said it was no big deal.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you recall ever seeing this man around Mary before?”

Clark shook his head. “No. I don’t get many packages. He didn’t act as if he knew who she was.” He swore and added, “Is that really enough to set these guys off? I mean, could just seeing Mary’s breasts turn him into a freak?”