Laurel’s stunning dark red hair was up in a ponytail, and she looked young but tired. “Sharon Lamber had a greenhouse, and I’m waiting for a warrant to search it as well as one for Charlene Rox’s work or storage space at the hospital. Even though Christine Franklin verbally gave us permission, I want the warrant. We’re waking up judges as we speak. Also, the techs have a result on the shoeprint mold from the snow. Size eleven and a half Climber Man’s boot. They identified it quick.”

“That’s a common size and boot,” Huck muttered. He probably had a pair of those, but his feet were a size fourteen. “Well, it’s one more element, I guess. Do you want to drive to the hospital to interview Dr. Keyes now?”

“No. The mayor agreed to bring his son in for a brief interview this morning before his first class, and Davie’s mom agreed to bring Davie in afterward. Apparently they’re all concerned about school suddenly.” Her eyes gleamed. “Do you have an interrogation room in the Fish and Wildlife office?”

He winced. “We do, but I prefer to use our conference room. The interrogation room is a closet with no windows past a bunch of filing cabinets, and it’s kind of creepy. I’ve only been in there once to look for bottled water, but I’m not in the office much. More lately because of Monty slowing down and because of this case, but I prefer to be quartered at home. As you know.”

She tapped her finger against her lips. “That’s perfect. Make sure it’s cleared out, would you? I want Tommy in there.”

“Sure.” It wouldn’t hurt to shake up the kid. “You want Davie in there next?”

She looked around at the high-end furniture. “No. I don’t think dismal surroundings will intimidate Davie. Let’s bring him here. I want him more relaxed, and he’ll sneer at the white high-end leather. Yes. In here.”

“You’re the profiler.” He knew she didn’t like that description, but it was nice to poke her a little. Then he looked at the neat notations on the boards. “Do you need the boards? All of that is in your head, right?”

“I don’t need the boards.” Yet she looked back at them. “But seeing everything in one place can spark an idea. I guess.”

The boards were really there for other people, but she was too nice to say so. “Give me a profile,” he murmured. They hadn’t officially created a task force, but they would soon if they didn’t catch this guy. “I’d like to hear it.”