“Lots of snowmobiles this time of year,” Detrick points out.

“I thought it was worth a shot.” I shrug. “We couriered everything to the lab and should hear back in a few days.”

“I’ll see if I can expedite that,” Tomasetti offers.

“It’s nearly full light,” I say. “We need to get back out there and look around.”

Detrick clears his throat. “I’ll put together a party and get out there as soon as we finish up.”

Tomasetti looks up from his notebook. “If this guy was reliving the kill or fantasizing about it, there’s a possibility he left behind DNA.”

“Semen?” I ask.

“It’s all about sexual gratification for him.”

“Kinda cold for that,” Skid puts in. “Talk about shrinkage.”

A few chuckles erupt, but end quickly.

“Speaking of, did we comb the Hoffman place for that kind of DNA?” I ask.

“I can get a CSU out there with a light,” Tomasetti offers.

I nod and glance at Skid. “Did you hear back from DRC?”

“I got one interesting hit.” He opens a manila folder. “Local guy by the name of Dwayne Starkey. Did fourteen years for sexual assault. Went in a few months after the last murder in 1993. Released nine months ago.”

Interest flares inside me. “You got an address on him?”

“Rents a farmhouse off the highway.” He recites the address.

“I went to school with Starkey,” Glock puts in.

I look at him. “What do you think?”

“Could be. Got a streak of mean in him. He’s a bully, a bigot and all-around fuckhead.”

“You got details on the sexual assault?” Tomasetti asks.

Skid refers to the report. “Twelve-year-old girl. He was eighteen. Pled not guilty. Got twenty years. Early release for good behavior.”

“Where?”

“Mansfield Correctional Institution.” Skid lets out a laugh. “Get this: he works at the slaughterhouse.”

“Bingo,” Tomasetti says.

I rise so quickly, everyone looks at me. “I’m going to pay him a visit.” I address Detrick. “You have enough men to search the woods around the crime scene?”

He nods, but doesn’t look happy about being relegated to an old crime scene while I talk to our newest person of interest. “We’ll canvass the surrounding farms, too.”

I grab my coat off the back of my chair and nearly run into Tomasetti. “I’ll go with you,” he says.

He’s the one person I don’t want tagging along. I need some time with Glock to see if he was able to unearth anything on Daniel Lapp. “I’ve got it covered.”

He stares at me, his expression inscrutable. “You don’t like me much, do you?”

“Like has nothing to do with anything.”

“Then it must be your aversion to accepting help from outside police agencies.”

The urge to jump down his throat is strong, but there are too many people around. “Glock knows Starkey. I’m taking Glock.”

“I profiled him. I know what we’re looking for. If you’re serious about stopping him, I suggest you start using me as a resource.”