He was surprised himself when he took her face in his hands. “I said I believed in you. We were on the hunt before we found the wig. So, if it’s all right with you, we’ll leave this to the police and the agents for now. We’ll go back and get my credit card and then we’ll head out to see George, all right?”

“Ah, right.”

He dropped his hands.

She looked at him curiously. “You forgot your credit card?”

He stared at her, gritting his teeth, then shaking his head.

“No. I chose you over the card, but now that I know you’re all right, I’d really like to get that card back. Now...”

“Right,” she said, and turned back in the direction of the restaurant. “Oh! What about the wig?”

He had his phone out. “It’s okay. I’ll have Axel meet us at the restaurant.”

Axel was already near. He’d come with a group of agents to join with the police in the hunt for the mystery woman.

He made it to Antoine’s before them and was waiting at the door with an evidence bag.

“The woman you knew as Jennie, she knows you saw her,” Axel said, looking gravely at Katie as they waited for the confused waiter to get Dan’s card and the receipt for him to sign.

“I... Yeah, she saw me,” Katie admitted.

“And she ran,” Axel said. “She knows we’re looking for her. If we don’t find her tonight, she’ll go deep underground.”

“We’re heading across to Gretna to meet up with George Calabria,” Dan told him.

“Right. Well, I’m heading back to help the local agents search for our chameleon,” Axel said.

“The wig—” Dan started.

“I’ll have an agent get it straight to the lab,” Axel promised. They went out to the street. Axel offered Katie an encouraging smile and gave Dan a look he understood too well.

Katie could be in trouble.

She was the only one—besides George Calabria-now-Calhoun—who could identify the woman who had been on the boat twelve years ago.

That could mean an even greater danger for her.

“Let’s go to my place and get my car,” Dan suggested when Axel had gone on.

“All right,” she mumbled.

She was silent as they walked. Finally, she blurted, “None of this makes any sense. A killer who struck twelve years ago, six years, and then now. But here, there was a killer who acted in the same manner, but over a hundred years ago. And the number six. Dead goats years back—six dead goats. I mean, I majored in history, but the world has seen crime shows. Serial killers don’t just stop, unless they’re caught or killed or...or on the moon or something. What could make someone kill strangers in different places and...do it in such a manner?”