“Okay, could it be that whoever this killer is didn’t mean to kill her and tried to pass it off for the Chameleon because of what has gotten into the media?”

“Also, a possibility, which is no longer my expertise, but I will tell you this much.” The doctor looked at the television screen and shook his head. “The Chameleon, whoever that happens to be, has a great deal of pride in their work, and they are not going to stand for a copycat running around town. If I were this copycat, I’d be very scared right about now.”

The door opened, and Hanson stuck his head inside. He covered his nose as he coughed. “Sorry, I’m late. Did I miss anything important?”

“I can fill you in,” I said. “Thank you, doctor. Have a good day.” I followed Hanson out of the door. “I need to make a call. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Hanson looked like he might argue and demand to know what had been said, but I didn’t give him the chance to argue as I turned and walked away. Pulling the phone from my pocket, I tried Kirby’s number again. The phone rang five times before it clicked to voicemail.

“Hi there, daughter. I thought you would’ve had the decency to tell me you arrived safely in London. Considering you took off without another word, it would’ve been the mature thing to do.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I said more of what I thought about this trip and her life choices again. “Give me a call when you get this message. We need to talk. It’s important.”

Hanging up the phone, I stared at the screen. Kirby had always been a hot-headed child, and now as an adult, I was at the end of my rope with how to keep her from making an ass of herself. On top of this ridiculous trip to London and going before she was done with school, Kirby had broken off her relationship with Peter, and the poor guy was a complete wreck over it. She was setting herself up to head down all the wrong paths once more, and one day her luck would run out. She would find herself in a situation she didn’t like. An image of Kirby jobless and sitting at the side of a road begging for money crossed my mind.

Sighing, I stuffed my phone into my pocket, made my way out to the car, and put my stubborn daughter out of my mind. If the Chameleon Killer could blend in so easily, he needed to work a job in the public sector. I’d already marked off the most likely hunting grounds on a map based on the locations where the bodies had been dumped.