They searched in silence for a while longer. The cabin was spacious, with many rooms, and it looked just as Tara would expect a hunter’s lair to look, with log-wooded walls, and deer head trophies mounted everywhere she turned. They searched in every corner of each room. For weapons, compasses, anything that would link him as a possible suspect.

“I found something,” Warren finally said.

They hadn’t been in the cabin long and Tara followed Warren’s voice to the garage.

The room had a musty smell and was mostly empty, except for a large black safe. But Warren stood on the other side of the room. Two crossbows hung on the wall, and he was carefully taking one down.

“We’ll get them to forensics, see if they could’ve fired the arrow found in the third victim,” he finally said.

Tara nodded before scanning the rest of the room. In the corner next to the wall of crossbows sat a canvas bag filled with arrows. She remembered what Reindhart and the case file said, that the arrow found in the victim was a TenPoint. She pulled each one out, checking to see if the brand name was written somewhere, but she couldn’t find it anywhere.

“We’ll get those to forensics too,” Warren said as he saw Tara pull another arrow from the bag. “We got to get in here though,” he added as he turned around and walked toward the safe on the other side of the garage.

“You think he’d keep a crossbow in there?” Tara asked, knowing it was much more probable that it would be used to store a gun.

Warren shrugged. “It would be a better place to conceal a murder weapon than hanging it on the wall,” he replied before pressing a button to open the garage door. He was going to get the combination and Tara followed behind him as he walked to the car and flung the back door open.

“What’s the combination for the safe?” Warren demanded.

The man looked up at him, flustered, as he shifted awkwardly in his seat. “Uhh…” he started. “I’m not sure I remember.”

Warren gritted his teeth. “You are going to make this a lot worse for yourself if you don’t tell me.”

The man sighed but remained silent, his eyes now falling to his feet.

“Either way,” Warren began, “we’re going to get it open. We’ll blow the door off of it if we have to.”

The man finally blurted, “It’s 6801.”

Warren slammed the door as he turned back toward the garage. He was heated, but Tara knew it wasn’t just the suspect that got him to that point. He was still angry with her, and it gave Tara an unsettling feeling.

He walked over to the safe, tried the combination, and was quickly able to open the door. Tara moved closer and just over his shoulder, she could see a rifle. But Warren reached in and moved it aside, revealing arrows behind it. He pulled each one out, checking them for a brand name.