Chapters (49)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- Contents
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- Author’s Note and Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Eve hung up the phone and used the wait time to start filling out reports, doing her part to add to the database and performing the drudgery necessary to get the wheels of justice turning.
Forty-five minutes later, Duncan wandered over to her cubicle. “I’m going on a donut run. You want anything?”
“No thanks,” she said. “How did it go with Coyle?”
“That’s why I need to fortify myself with a glazed old-fashioned. We got the warrant for the swab and I had to witness it. Watching a poor nurse brush the stinking pubes around an ape-loving psychokiller’s junk is not an experience I’m gonna miss in my retirement.”
“Did Coyle say anything?”
“Not a word,” Duncan said. “Are you thinking of having a go at him?”
“I want to be better armed when I do,” Eve said.
“You onto something?”
“I might be,” she said. “I’ll let you know if it pans out.”
“When I get back from my donut run, I’ll check in with the search teams, see what ground they’ve covered and where they plan to go next,” Duncan said. “But we would have heard something if they’d found anything.”
She nodded and got back to work. Thirty minutes later she got a call from Trowbridge at CAU.
“I’ve emailed you the matches,” Trowbridge said.
There were matches. Eve felt a chill go down her spine. “You’re amazing. You’ve earned two bundtlets.”
“Our pleasure, Detective. Go get the bastard.”
Eve opened up her email from Trowbridge. Each match listed the address, the crime, the date of the crime, and a wealth of other information, including links to the reports filed by the investigating officers or detectives. There was almost too much information. She quickly dismissed crimes, both major and minor, committed by the people living in those homes or businesses, including disturbing the peace, domestic abuse, drug possession, traffic violations, and nonpayment of child support.
That left crimes against the homeowners. She set aside crimes that had been solved, including one arson and two burglaries. That left three unsolved burglaries and a rape. Two of the unsolved burglaries were break-ins that seemed to have been committed by more than one person at a time and large amounts of cash and jewelry were taken. In one case, the burglars were captured on security camera video. She dismissed those two cases as well.
All that remained were a burglary and a rape.
The burglary case was a DOA report out of Calabasas, an elderly woman who was convinced she was burglarized even though there were no signs of a break-in and nothing valuable was taken. That could either be forgetfulness, to put it kindly, or a promising lead. Eve would check that one out.