“Are they TenPoints?” Tara asked cautiously.

Warren sighed. “Doesn’t look like it, but I don’t know why he was hesitant to give me the combo. We should head back to the station and get these to forensics.” He began to collect the arrows in the safe, but then he spun around. “Did you have anything you wanted to say to me before we head back?”

Tara stood frozen. Again, she didn’t know what to say and she could feel her face growing hot at his glare.

“I…uh…” she started, but she couldn’t finish and her voice fell silent.

Warren shook his head and Tara’s heart sank. He turned back to the safe, collected everything, and then headed toward the car without speaking another word.

Chapter Nine

Tara stared at the man in the interrogation room. He sat in front of her, hunched over, sitting awkwardly in his seat, his eyes transfixed on the floor beneath him. Warren had just asked him his name and his reply only confirmed what they already knew.

“Greg Davis,” he had said, the same name of the man on the surveillance camera.

Tara’s stomach tightened into a knot as Warren continued to ask a series of questions. Normally, Warren would’ve let her start the questioning, but they hadn’t shared a word since they left the cabin, and when they walked into the room, Warren had opened his mouth without even a glance at her. It was as if she was only a shadow and she cowered in his presence like a light upon her.

Warren pulled out pictures of the three victims, slapping them down one by one on the table in front of him.

“Do these individuals look familiar to you?” he asked.

The man reached out his hand and pulled the pictures closer for a better look. He stared at them briefly before pointing at the first two victims and shaking his head. His eyes then moved to the third and he slowly picked up the picture as a look of confusion crossed his face.

“Her…I met her before…at the camping store,” he said before staring at the picture for a moment longer. “What exactly is this about?” he asked as he looked up at Warren.

The man genuinely looked puzzled and it stirred Tara’s gut instinct—that this wasn’t the killer. She wanted to step in, but as she glanced at Warren, whose gaze lay focused on the suspect, she knew it would be wiser to stay quiet.

Warren ignored his question as he leaned over the table. He placed his finger hard against the picture in the man’s hands.

“How’d you meet her?” he asked.

The man sat a bit further back in his chair, cowering at Warren’s approach.

“I…uh…she was looking for a water jug,” he responded, flustered.

“What else?” Warren demanded.

The man suddenly pushed up his sleeves from the intense heat of nerves.

“It was brief,” he started. “I told her she could find one for half the price at the convenience store down the street.”