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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Part II
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Part III
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Read on for a sneak peek at the next Violent Crime Investigations Team mystery!
  47. Chapter One
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author
  50. Back Cover

Woodhouse held his cup close to his nose and smelled the tea. “But back to Partridge,” he said after a moment. “My advice: follow where he’s gone. Guys like him can’t stop, once they start. Where’s he gone the last three years?”

“He never left Santa Rosa.”

“Sure, he’s lived here, but where’s he gone?”

Eden looked back at him. Then she folded her notebook and stood to leave.

“One other thing, Miss Somers,” Woodhouse said. “I read your analysis of the ideal body type for all the victims. You realize you fit that, right? Indulge an old cop. Until this is over, keep your doors locked. House and car.”

Eden smiled and realized too late he was serious.

He stared back. “Best to be safe, dear.”

Chapter Seventeen

(i)

(WEDNESDAY, 2:06 P.M.)

Frames stopped Rivas at the doorway of the interview room. “How do you want to do this? Maximization? Reid Technique?”

Rivas turned to face Frames. “How about we keep it simple? Craig Lerner said this guy was spending his lunch hour mussing up the victim’s hair. Let’s see where that ended up.”

“No, really? Mahler gave me crap for the first Lerner interview. The second time, in Lerner’s office, I was winging it. I didn’t know the plan. I need to know the plan.”

“What I said is the plan.”

Frames raised both hands. “What is it with you guys and forethought? I’m just asking for some forethought. Is that such a terrible thing?”

As they entered the room, Christopher Bennett stood. He smoothed the front of his necktie and fastened the top button of his suit jacket. “I told the officer downstairs, if I’d known the young woman in the park was Ms. Durand, I’d have come in right away. I’m obviously happy to help.” He smiled and sat down.

Rivas and Frames sat facing him across the table. “Dr. Bennett, it’s standard procedure to record a conversation of this nature,” Rivas said. “Do you understand?”

“Sure. Sure,” Bennett said. “No problem.”

Rivas switched on the recorder and noted the date, time, and the names of those present. “Before we start, do you understand that you’re free to leave at any time?”

“Okay. Good to know.”

“And, I need to ask if you’d like a lawyer present.”

“Lawyer? Wow, that sounds serious. No, I don’t think I need a lawyer. Not for what those guys charge. I honestly don’t have all that much to say.”

“All right. Let’s start with how you knew Ms. Durand.”