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Chapters (49)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. Contents
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. Author’s Note and Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author

“A lady is sure she sat next to him on the Universal Studios tour and that he copped a feel,” Biddle added.

“We’re feeding any tips related to possible burial spots to the watch commander, who is coordinating the search parties,” Garvey said. “But we’re keeping a file of the tips that deserve a closer look from seasoned detectives.”

“Show me the file,” Eve said. Garvey handed her an empty file folder. “Really? We’ve got nothing?”

“Nothing even remotely useful has come in from the tip lines,” Garvey said.

“It’s almost always a waste of time and resources,” Biddle said. “Though we usually get some good stories out of it to share at parties.”

“Is there any good news?” Eve asked.

“Coyle was the guy who attacked you on the hill,” Biddle said. “CSU got a DNA match off the piss they collected up there.”

“Yee-haw,” Garvey said. “We can’t prove he’s a murderer, but we’ve got him for petty theft and hitting Deathfist with a rock. Quick, schedule a press conference and break out the champagne.”

It wasn’t much progress, but Eve found it encouraging anyway. “Any other DNA hits?”

“Not yet,” Biddle said.

At least he held out some hope, Eve thought. Her phone, which she’d recharged in Duncan’s car, vibrated in her pocket to alert her to a text message. She took out the phone and checked the screen. It was a text from Nan. She read it and shared the message with her team.

“CSU has finished their work at the crime scene and are releasing the house to Jared Rawlins,” Eve said and pocketed her phone. “I’m going out there. I’d like one more look at it before it goes public and gets trampled.”

“You think Jared will open his house up for tours?” Duncan asked.

Eve vividly recalled the TV footage of reporters trooping through the Redlands condo that belonged to the husband-and-wife shooters behind the Inland Regional Center massacre in San Bernardino. The landlord opened the condo to a swarm of reporters and camera crews within minutes of the FBI releasing the property to him. There were still clothes hanging in the closets, food and baby formula in the refrigerator, papers scattered on desks, prescription bottles in the medicine cabinets, and dirty dishes in the sink, and all of it got pawed and photographed by the press.

“It’s happened before,” she said.

“We’ll dig deep into Coyle’s pathetic life in the meantime,” Duncan said. “I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

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