“Thanks—I’ll get the word out.”

Matt hung up, relayed the information to Ryder, and sent a message to the team leaders in the field, plus Maddox and Packard.

“Where are you?” Matt whispered as he scoured the financials looking for anything that could direct him to where Glen Hamilton was hiding.

Kara had spent the last two hours going over the security footage from the hotel. She’d started with today’s tape and moved back. They were busy, and the manager said they were completely full because of the storm.

“Can you show me the footage from Saturday?” She thought back to when she and Brian had drinks in the bar. “Evening. Start at eight and we’ll go forward from there.”

The manager found the right video files. Kara had already figured out how to change from camera to camera, and she located the lobby feed. She watched it in triple speed until she saw Matt Costa walk in. He made a beeline for the staircase, bypassing the elevators. Glen Hamilton followed five minutes later. He was wearing a dark gray trench coat and hat, not suspicious considering that Saturday night had been cold. But it took her a minute to recognize him.

He looked around, then walked over to the bar. She found the security feed from the bar. Located where she and Brian had been sitting in the corner, both with eyes on the entrance. Hamilton clearly spotted them, hesitated, then went to the bar. Ordered a beer. Chatted with the bartender a bit.

“Is this guy on duty tonight?”

“No, he’s a grad student, only works weekends.”

Kara watched as she and Brian got up and left. She remembered they chatted in the lobby for another few minutes. Hamilton sat at the bar for three or four minutes, then got up.

She switched back to the lobby feed and watched Brian leave and Hamilton look after him. Her stomach twisted as she realized how easy it would have been for Hamilton to follow and kill Brian then. But he didn’t. He watched as she went up in the elevator.

Then he left.

Was that it? She sped up the video, and almost missed it.

Five minutes after he left, he returned and approached the reservation desk. He now had a black backpack with him.

Leaning forward, Kara flipped through the feeds until she found the reservation area. This camera was different in that it was behind the employees in both corners, providing a clear view of the customer’s face.

Hamilton talked to the employee, then handed over a license and credit card.

“Holy shit!” She nearly jumped out of her seat. “He got a room here? Is he still here?”

The manager frowned. “I don’t know.”

“But you know when people check in. What name. This was...nine-thirty-four Saturday night. I need to know what room he’s in and when he checked out.”

“Give me a minute.”

The manager left the room.

She had looked at all the footage from the entrances and hadn’t seen Hamilton again, but she hadn’t been able to clearly identify each patron. What if he changed his appearance again? What if he came in with a group? Pretended to be with someone?