Get the names and faces of Banks and Marston to all law enforcement in the greater Spokane community.

Whoever knows them—or thinks they know them—needs to be debriefed immediately. These people may have slighted or hurt the killer in some way, maybe even indirectly, in his formative years—or at least he believes they did... Perhaps when Marston was the principal in Spokane High School, he punished the killer for something he did as a student at school. Maybe the killer felt he was wrongly accused.

Perhaps the police were called.

Perhaps he had to go to the hospital for injuries.

There may have been a lawsuit.

Someone will know the killer... If my theory is correct, he was a young teenager whenever these events occurred and thus his physical appearance has probably changed and may not be recognizable to those who once knew him.

Maybe the victims connect somehow to the killer’s family life. Serial killers are often developed in the prepubescent/early puberty years when a major event severely disrupts their home life. Without any corresponding support, coupled of course with early signs of sociopathy that may or may not have been documented, a sociopath can turn into a killer.

Matt forwarded the memo to Maddox, Knolls, and Kara, and told them to focus especially on the last two paragraphs. They might have more insight.

He emailed Ryder instructions to follow up with Tony Greer about the warrant for Anne Banks’s legal records at the hospital, and that he wanted as many agents as Spokane and Seattle could spare first thing Monday morning.

If we don’t catch this bastard today, I will need all the people I can get to protect an unknown number of cops—and we both know how cops feel about taking protection.

Matt was not writing off the principal. So far, so good. If they could throw the killer off his game, he would make a mistake—and Matt was ready to capitalize on it.

He went back for seconds at the buffet and was on his third cup of coffee when Michael Harris walked in, dressed impeccably as usual.

“Ready, boss?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Michael grinned, his teeth sharply white against his dark skin. “You didn’t come back to the war room last night.”

“Kara and I had a drink.”

Damn, why had he said that? He didn’t want everyone to know they’d slept together.

“She’s something.”

“She’s smart.”

“And hot.”

“What did I say?”

“Not hot. Got it.”

Matt grabbed a cup of coffee to go and followed Michael to his rental car. “Ryder divvied up the list of twenty-eight principals, and we have four—let’s hit them fast. You drive.”

“Never pegged you as one to give up control of the transpo.”

“I need to work—can’t do it while driving.” Matt slid into the passenger seat and typed the first address into the GPS, then pulled out his phone to follow up with Jim, Maddox, and Knolls.

“Let’s go, or I will be driving and you’ll be taking dictation from me.”