So two people were now pointing fingers at Ethan Montclair—Ivy Brookes and the anonymous caller. The blogger wanted $50,000 for information, and they might now have a year-old murder on their hands. The moment word got out, the whole town would be turned on its collective ear. But before Holly did anything, she had to write things down. She didn’t want to screw up. So she sat in her car and transcribed her notes, everything she’d just learned, about Wilde, about Montclair, about the bottle of diphenhydramine, and about Ivy Brookes. When she felt like she had things clear in her head, she called Moreno, ran him through her day thus far. She finished with, “We need to find this blogger, now. Jim in IT already has the files. I can call and ask him to start a trace.”

“I’m three steps ahead of you. You ain’t going to believe this. You need to come in. Right now.”

* * *

Holly walked through the halls of the Franklin Police station, her heart kettle-drumming in her chest. Moreno had commandeered a conference room, and that’s where she headed. The stench of burnt coffee clung in the air. Wanted posters lined the walls, along with framed motivational quotes—their chief was big on supporting her troops.

Jim from IT was sitting at the table, three laptops open in front of him. His square black glasses were sliding down his nose, as usual. He gave her a big smile when she walked in, shoved the glasses up. He was cute, Jim, in a geeky kind of way.

“There’s the champ. Great job, sister. You’ve gotten everything we need to nail this son of a bitch.”

Three other detectives and Sergeant Moreno were also present. Moreno looked up from a stack of papers. “Graham, you know everyone?”

She did. Alex Young and Walt Teal were from Missing Persons, both young and agile. Carlie Cox was a homicide detective with a reputation for closing cases. They were all seasoned, experienced investigators, and Holly felt a short qualm.

“Hi there.”

Moreno said, “Graham has been on this case for a couple of days now, and she’s managed to extract a ton of information from both the suspect and the victim’s friends. Tell them everything you just told me.”

She didn’t have time to be nervous, or worry about missing something. She opened her notebook and began to speak.