She downloaded the zip file, decompressed it, and discovered Bradshaw had provided the photo IDs of eight agents. Two were women, one was Douglas Gray, and the remaining five men looked like they ranged in age from thirty to mid-forties. Other than Douglas, the names meant nothing to her. She was surprised Bradshaw hadn’t included Trevor Norwood.

Her cell rang. It was Bradshaw already.

Ethel answered. “Hi. I just got the photos. I can’t get back to you till I have a chance to view them.”

“Well, look at them now,” Bradshaw said. “I’ll wait on the line.”

She enlarged each to fill her computer screen. She ruled out Douglas as she would have noticed his darker complexion. The two women had shoulder-length hair, and unless one of them had gone to a much shorter style, they couldn’t have been the driver; the profile Ethel had seen included an exposed ear. And she was pretty sure that person’s hair color had been blond. One man was blond, but hair can be dyed. Another had brown hair, and the third man was of Hispanic descent with coal-black hair.

“Well, I’m better at ruling out rather than identifying,” Ethel said. “I see three possibilities.” She read the names aloud. “Carver, Ellison, and O’Hara. I suggest you check them for alibis. This would have been yesterday morning around eleven in front of the Finch house.”

“Okay.”

“Why didn’t you include a photo of Trevor Norwood?”

“Because it couldn’t have been him. We found a receipt for a bottle of bourbon from a nearby liquor store with a time stamp that eliminates the possibility he was in Richmond.”

“Unless someone made the purchase for him,” Ethel said.

“We are checking for CCTV footage, but a credit card in his wallet matched the one used for payment. And he was wounded in the upper left arm. Looks like he dressed and stitched it himself.”

“Imagine that.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me to check for a wound. His apartment key was also missing. The super had to let my team in. The place was sterile. He’d been living there about six months.”

“Alone?”

“As far as we can tell. Norwood was divorced, although his ex is still on our records as next of kin.”

“Have you contacted her?” Ethel asked.

“Not yet. I want to keep his identity quiet for a few more hours while we focus on who might have been his accomplices.”

Ethel weighed Bradshaw’s information. “I’d be interested to know why and when that marriage broke up.”

“Douglas Gray thinks Norwood might have had a gambling problem.”

“That would create a money motive,” Ethel said. “Douglas still on your suspect list?”

“Not really. But don’t tell him that.”

“No, I wouldn’t want to kill his incentive to report back to you on every breath I take.”

Bradshaw chuckled softly. “That obvious, huh?”