Chapters (45)
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Teaser
“Yes. Unfortunately.” Laurel sat back and stared at the dismal wall. “Do you think it’s telling that Officer Zello has had relations with Sharon and now Abigail?”
“Not really. Small town, few single people, he’s good looking.” Huck shook his head. “My gut says it isn’t him. Besides, isn’t one of our theories that the killer can’t keep it up during the attack and then goes into a rage? Zello obviously can go the distance.”
“It isn’t the same. A psychopathic rage-driven killer like this one could possibly be married and have a normal life. It’s in his fantasy life that he can’t keep an erection.” Laurel tossed her pencil into her laptop bag and shivered. “Also, Zello didn’t know there was a camera capturing shots of them. The techs didn’t find a camera, so either Sharon took it with her and we haven’t found it, or the killer found it during one of his forays into her house. We need to locate it.”
“True.” Huck set his hands on his hips to ease the ache in his leg from an old bullet wound. “If Zello didn’t know about the pictures, it’s possible the other men didn’t either. Including Davie.”
Laurel nodded. “I know. I’m going to call and have Davie’s mother come in and talk to me so I can at least keep her informed. Davie is old enough to consent in Washington, but he didn’t tell us about Sharon, and that’s concerning. Maybe. He might be embarrassed. Either way, I’d like to get a read on his mother.” Her voice softened. “I don’t want Davie to be a suspect.”
“Me either. He’s just a kid.” Huck partially turned toward her. “I’m starving. How about we grab some food? We can talk about the case while we eat a breakfast special at Joe’s.”
Laurel shifted on her chair. “I wouldn’t mind eating and running through this case verbally. I feel like the killer is going to murder again soon.”
“Me, too.” The whole idea made Huck want to punch a wall.
Her phone rang and she dug it out of her laptop bag. “Hi, Nester. What do you have for us? You’re on speaker.”
“Hi, boss. Davie Tate lawyered up and has no intention of coming in for an interview unless you arrest him and place him in custody. That message is from his lawyer, one Steve Bearing.”
Huck groaned.
Nester chuckled. “I took an earful, believe me. The other item I have for you is a good one. Not only am I printing out all the phone records you want after successfully gaining all necessary warrants, a certain Dr. Joseph Keyes is back in the office today. I have a unit outside the hospital if you want them to go in and secure him.”