Kate nodded. “Yes, it’s easily found online.” She paused a moment and then spoke again. “Detective, my father is not tech-savvy at all. I hope you’re still working hard on looking at other suspects.” Her voice had a hard edge.

What was she talking about? Blaire gave her a quizzical look.

Anderson merely nodded. “Of course. We’ll continue to make sure to get screen shots and recordings on our end.”

Blaire had never seen Kate look so haunted, at least not since Jake’s death. It was clear she was shaken to the core.

Blaire drew her gaze from Kate and turned to the detective. “I have something to tell you as well.” She felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, watching his eyes narrow. “Gordon Barton has been taking pictures of Kate without her knowledge for months. Hundreds of them. I saw the folder at his house tonight.”

“How did you happen to see them?”

She shrugged. “He stepped out of the house for a moment, and I took a look around his office.”

Anderson scowled. “You have no business snooping around people’s things. That’s a good way to get hurt.”

Blaire felt like saying, If you were better at your job, I wouldn’t have to.

Kate bit her lip. “This type of thing is not unprecedented with Gordon.”

Anderson frowned. “Can you elaborate on that?”

“It was a long time ago. We were just kids. But back when I was in eighth grade, he showed me a photography project he was working on. He’d used a telephoto lens to take pictures of his neighbors in their houses.”

Anderson raised his eyebrows. “What kind of pictures?”

Kate shook her head. “Not those kinds of pictures. Nothing sexual or inappropriate. But . . . just normal goings-on—people cooking, watching television. He called it something like ‘Urban Mundane.’”

Anderson heaved a sigh and shook his head. “How old was he?”

“Fifteen, probably?”

“Socially aberrant behavior like that often escalates. I’m very concerned to hear that he’s been following you around.” He looked at Blaire. “I’m going to need you to sign an affidavit confirming what you just told me, so we can get a warrant to search his house. In the meantime, I’ll assign an officer to watch him, and we’ll take another look at his alibi.”

“I’m firing him immediately,” Kate said. “I don’t want him anywhere near me. I’ll have his partner take over until we can find another firm.”

“Please don’t do that just yet. I don’t want you”—he stopped and leveled a stare at each of them—“either of you, to say a word to anyone about this, especially him. If Mr. Barton is our man, we don’t want to alert him. He could get rid of evidence before we’ve had a chance to search his house. We’ll get the warrant as soon as possible.”