A woman jumped back from the shelf where she was rearranging wine bottles.

“Abigail Caine. Where is she?” Laurel snapped, surveying the shelves.

The woman blinked and swallowed. “She left a while ago with wine. Why?”

“Do you have CCTV?” Laurel asked.

The woman nodded. “Yes. Outside the building. The manager has cameras focused on the parking lot. Do you want me to call him?”

“Yes. Call him and tell him that the police will be here to obtain the footage.” Laurel turned and raced back to her still-running SUV. “Nester? Send an officer to obtain the footage from CCTV at this location.” She put the vehicle in drive and sped away from the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” Nester asked, already typing loudly.

Her mind reeled. “Jason kills at his victim’s property. The only other property I know that’s owned by Abigail is the land used for Deep Green Grower’s Company. I believe the entrance is near where her brother used to live.” She sped up, driving dangerously for the conditions on the road. “Call Fish and Wildlife and have them send state troopers out there, and please keep trying Huck.” His phone was apparently off while he underwent tests at the hospital. “Tell him where I’m going.”

“You should wait for backup. I’ll get them out there as soon as I can,” Nester said.

“I can’t. Just have everyone hurry.” She careened around a corner and ended the call, her one good hand tightening on the wheel. Why hadn’t she suspected Jason? He was always in the background, charming and kind with a girlfriend. Yet he had the same ties to the victims as Tommy and Davie. He probably even drove Davie to an appointment or two with Dr. Rox for counseling.

And he’d been part of Abigail’s study.

That alone made a block of ice drop into Laurel’s stomach. Just what behavioral modification had Abigail attempted with Jason?

The thoughts spun around and around in Laurel’s head as she drove, finally steering between two tall log columns that supported a sign naming the place. Snow-covered fields stretched to the left with forests to the right of the road. She pressed on, having checked satellite pictures during the Snowblood Peak case to learn that the buildings and operations were straight ahead, along with multiple large, well-equipped commercial greenhouses.

Truck tires had left a good trail in the recently fallen snow, and she drove quickly, pausing when the tire tracks turned onto one of the many side roads through the trees. A quick look ahead confirmed that no other trucks had passed this way recently. Her gun secure on the side of her healthy hand, she turned and followed the tracks.