“Do you know Mr. Spencer well?”

“No. I mean, we met when I hired him, and then at the wedding. A friend referred him to me. She said he was cheap but good. Did he do something to Sadie?”

“We’re just gathering information right now. Did he have anyone working with him? Maybe someone named Kevin?”

“No. He worked alone.”

“Was anyone else named Kevin taking pictures at your wedding, a family member or friend, maybe?”

Janelle thought for a long moment before answering. “I have an uncle named Kevin, but I don’t think that he took any pictures.”

The price quote listed the website of GVS Photography, so Niki punched it into her phone and found an extensive gallery of photos, broken down by category: wedding photography, corporate events, senior photos, fraternity and sorority parties, and children. Nowhere on the site could Niki find a picture of Gavin Spencer himself.

“Do you know if Mr. Spencer paid any special attention to Sadie?”

Janelle thought about it. “Honestly, I didn’t notice. I was just—you know—enjoying my wedding day.”

Niki’s phone buzzed. It was Matty. “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

Niki left the house, answering the phone as she walked to her car. “Got something?”

“Not much. Bebe Kavenaugh, the owner of the salon, said when she opened this morning the window blinds were down—which they never are—and the back door to the alley was unlocked. Also, Sadie’s phone was here. Bebe says Sadie would never leave her phone behind like that.”

“Did you find Sadie’s water bottle?”

“He must have taken it with him.”

“What about hair clippings?”

“The floor’s spotless,” Matty said. “There were no prints on the chair, so I’m betting he wiped it down.”

“Pull the traps off the sink, in case he washed anything down the drain.”

“Already on my list.”

Niki liked Matty. He was older than her by four years and had been a detective longer, but he had been in Homicide for less than a year, coming from Narcotics, where thinking on your feet was more important than attention to detail. Niki still found herself giving Matty suggestions, double-checking details to make sure that nothing got overlooked, and sometimes she could hear an itch in Matty’s voice as he acknowledged her nudges. She was trying to do better.

“Cameras?”

“Not here, but I just got off the phone with Ainsley Holt in Sex Crimes. They requested surveillance footage from the restaurants along Nicollet Island. One of the bar owners sent in some digital. I haven’t seen it yet, but Ainsley said the footage shows an SUV driving down Southeast Main, passing by about the time we think Sadie went into the river. It’s driving in the direction of the power plant.”

“Can she identify the vehicle?”

“She said it’s an older SUV, like an old Blazer or Bronco, 1980s vintage, dark.”

“I got a name,” Niki said as she typed Gavin Spencer into her squad’s mobile data computer. “But it’s Gavin, not Kevin. Gavin Spencer was the photographer at the Halloway wedding.”