“I don’t know what Murphy and Russo drive,” she said, “but I found pictures of Rick Egan on Facebook in front of a white Porsche 911 GT3.”

Kade nodded. “Guy definitely looks like the foreign sports car type. Can’t see that pretty boy driving a Hummer.”

Ellie cocked her head in his direction. “Maybe not, but then most people wouldn’t peg you for the Mercedes-Benz type.”

He smiled. “Good point.”

“Zoe’s going to text and let me know.”

“So how does Frank’s killer connect to Heather and Barbara?”

“Savannah said the guy Barbara left the bar with was dark-haired, athletic, and attractive,” Ellie said. “To some extent, Murphy, Russo, and Egan all fit that description.”

“I guess. All three of them are decent-looking men.”

“So maybe you can tell a killer by his looks. From the beginning, I’ve been searching for someone Heather would have been attracted to. Unless Clive Murphy was a lot better-looking eight years ago, I think we should move him down our list. He just doesn’t look like a guy Heather would have been interested in.”

Kade thought of how beautiful Heather had been. She could have had any man she wanted. Clive Murphy wouldn’t have stood a chance. “You’re right. At least for now, let’s concentrate on the other men.”

“Phillip Smithson has the kind of good looks that would attract a beautiful woman.”

“He said he didn’t know Keller.”

“That’s what he said, but there’s no way to know if it’s true. Maybe Smithson, Russo, or Egan is the guy Barbara slept with. Maybe he’s the same guy Heather slept with years earlier—and he’s the same guy who killed them. It would link you to all four murders.”

Kade fell silent, his mind spinning at the thought. “We need to see that sketch Savannah is working on.”

Ellie’s phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her jeans and pressed it against her ear. “Hello, Jonas.”

Kade could only hear half the conversation, but when her gaze cut to him, his jaw tightened even more. Just the fact the bastard was calling her set his teeth on edge.

“Okay, great,” she said. “We’ll follow up with Mrs. Morgenstern. Thanks for calling.” She flicked Kade another glance. “I’m afraid I’m busy,” she said into her phone. “No, that won’t work, either. I have to go, Jonas. Thanks again for the help.” Ellie hung up her cell.

Kade had to force out the words. “How the hell does Jonas Murray have your number?”