“That would be me.” Mayor Auggie Brock appears at the door. He’s a short, rotund man with hairy ears and overgrown eyebrows that remind me of an aging yorkie. He’s snagged a powdered doughnut from the coffee station and bites into it with the relish of a starving man as he drops into the second visitor chair across from me. “I gave up my morning walk for this.”

“Thanks for coming in so early, Auggie.” I scan the faces in the room and take a moment to get my words in order. “While I was reviewing the disks from the Long and Plank cases last night, I discovered this.”

Leaning across my desk, I pass out the photos I printed. “The hand you see in that still does not belong to Todd Long.”

A ripple of surprise goes around the room. For the cops, it’s a collective sound of sudden interest. For Auggie, it’s the sound of a man who’ll now have to deal with an unhappy town council. Nothing gets the bean counters more perturbed in a tourist town than a murderer on the loose.

Auggie looks like he’s going to throw up. “Are you certain?”

“I’m certain enough to keep the investigation open.”

He groans, a little boy whose balloon has just been burst by the neighborhood bully.

Glock speaks up from his place by the door. “Can we ID this guy using the scar?”

“We can try.” I look at T.J. “I want you to take this photo to every doctor in town. Millersburg, too.”

“I’m there.”

I turn my attention to Glock. “I want you to talk to Scott Barbereaux. Tell him about the wine bottle we found. Ask him when he was at Miller’s Pond. Find out who he was with. Verify it. Ask him about September twenty-second. Rattle his cage a little.”

Glock nods. “My pleasure.”

“Make sure you get a good look at his right hand,” I add.

I look at the mayor. “Auggie, I was wondering if you could call an emergency town council meeting and let the members know about this. Tell them we’re working around the clock and that I’ll have a press release late this afternoon.”

The mayor sighs. “Boy, it’s going to hit the fan when they find out the case isn’t as closed as they’d like it to be.”

“Maybe you could remind them of what another murder would do to tourism.”

“Good point.” He gets to his feet. “Anything else, Kate?”

I shake my head, motion toward my team. “We’re just going to go over some police stuff.”

Grimacing, he nods and heads for the door.

I wait a beat, then give Glock a pointed look. “Close the door.”

Arching a brow, he leans over and the latch clicks shut.