He still looked concerned.

“This guy is loony tunes,” Kara said. “Yeah, I know, the shrink thinks he’s sane—and maybe legally he’s sane, which is a good thing so we can lock him up for the rest of his fucking life. But whatever twisted sense of injustice he feels, none of that is on you or whatever cop he has in his sights. Did Anne Banks deserve to be stabbed and carved up in front of her baby? Did John Marston deserve to be sliced and diced in his own home? Hell no.

“I don’t care if Marston was a prick who expelled kids for no reason. He didn’t deserve to be gutted. And Anne Banks...she was a nurse. She saved lives. What if she didn’t save someone? Is that her fault? What if they couldn’t be saved? Does she deserve to die because some guy comes in after a heart attack and flatlines it on the operating table? No.”

Andy nodded and shrugged at the same time. “What do you really think? Over and above the fact you say he’s a loony tune.”

“Let me rephrase that. I’ll side with the shrink on this one—the guy is sane. I think he has an agenda, a very specific agenda, and we’re going to stop him. You and me and the FBI goon squad.” She was trying to get Andy to lighten up a bit—sure, be diligent—but if he started second-guessing himself or losing himself remembering every collar he’d made over the last fifteen years, he would be in greater danger.

“Confident, aren’t you?”

“Always. I’m ready when you are.”

Andy poured two to-go cups just as Abigail walked in. “I got here as soon as I could.”

“Abigail, I need all personnel files of any sworn officer who worked out of our department between the dates I sent you. If you can please pull them and make a list—current, transferred, retired.”

“Of course, sugar. What’s going on?”

“The FBI thinks the Triple Killer is going to go after one of our people.”

“No! Why on earth?”

Kara piped up. “Because he’s a nut job. But this is important, okay?”

“I’m on it. It won’t take me long—I’ll get you the list before lunch. I can retrieve current officers in five minutes—just need to run the report.”

“Send the info to me as you get it. Kara and I are going to check on a few people—we talked to all the teachers and principals yesterday, but the FBI narrowed down the potential victims to principals and vice principals only. We’re still going to touch base again with those, offer protection.”

“Do we have that many people?”

“If I have to haul everyone in here and put them in jail, I will,” Andy said.

Not practical, but Kara liked the sentiment.

Andy continued, “I’ll need patrols to ride double today, no exceptions, no one goes out alone. Detective Quinn will be with me, so that should free up someone else.”

“Okay—does Chief Dunn know about this?”