She glanced at her wristwatch. “When is your follow-up appointment with the doctor?”

He shrugged.

“You’re going. I need your brain to be working when we finally arrest this maniac.” She flipped a page over.

“There’s no need to nag me,” he drawled, reaching for a yellow highlighter to mark a couple of numbers he didn’t recognize. They didn’t have names next to them, and they’d called Davie, so they were probably spam.

She read quickly and flipped another page over. “I don’t nag. I just shoot.”

He turned the page, scanning quickly and then pausing. “Hello.”

“What?” She wiped dust off her fingers.

He turned the paper around to show her. “Davie Tate called Dr. Charlene Rox a couple of weeks ago.” He scanned the older records. “In fact, he called her office regularly, and he received calls from there. Probably confirmation calls for appointments.”

“That’s interesting, isn’t it.” Laurel took a drink of her water. “Davie said he didn’t recognize Dr. Rox’s picture when I showed it to him.”

“Yeah. I’m done screwing around with this kid.” Huck grasped his phone and called Ena, who was working the phones this weekend. “Hi. I want a team to go pick up Davie Tate and bring him in. Give him a choice. Either he’s charged with a felony and then we talk, or he comes and talks to us without being charged first. Make sure his mother is with him and that he either brings his lawyer or they waive the right to have one. Tell whoever you send to be serious and firm.” He clicked off.

Laurel nodded. “Agreed. He ticks all the boxes, but there’s still something missing.”

“Tommy is what’s missing.” Huck reached for his soda and took a gulp. Sometimes sugar helped with a headache. “Between the two of them, they’re connected to everybody. They don’t seem to do anything without each other, even getting after-school jobs. Davie slept with Tommy’s aunt, and she dumped him, and they were both probably pissed about the entire situation.”

Laurel chewed on her bottom lip. “That’s all true. The flowers hint at intimacy.” She rubbed her chin and looked at the murder boards. “But where did they acquire them?” She lifted her head to raise her voice. “Nester? What have you found out about the black dahlias?”