“I wanted to talk to Aimee. Did you hear about Brady Voss?” Heat rose in my face, but this was my second chance to warn someone. Even if I sounded like a lunatic.

“That guy down in Texas?” He kept his hand on my arm as we passed the front desk with its metal spinner of postcards.

“He’s my next-door neighbor.”

“No shit.” Jared opened one of the heavy doors, and the hush of the museum dissolved in the noise of traffic echoing through the parking garage. “You can never tell about people.”

I stopped walking, letting him stand there holding the door, and for a second it was just like it had been the day I’d been fired. Jared had been kind then, too, as if he had just been walking me to my car out of courtesy. And I’d been too stunned to make a scene, stumbling, desperate to wake from the nightmare. Once I’d reached my car, I’d sat blinded by the tears I no longer needed to hold back. Finally, I had wiped my face and raised my head, only to see Jared still there, watching like he hadn’t wanted to leave me in that state.

Had he pitied me then? Maybe he still did, but if Jared would only listen to me, I could live with the mortification.

“Let me show you a picture.” I opened my phone. The first picture that came up was the one of Aimee at the bar, but it was hard to see anything but that sapphire dress. I totally looked like a stalker. “Not Aimee. The woman next to her with the dark hair, see?”

Jared nodded, but I couldn’t tell if he’d really looked or if he was just humoring me. I scrolled through my pictures until I found the one of me and Lena, our heads tilted together. “This is Brady’s wife. I think she dyed her hair. The police and the FBI, everybody’s looking for her, but I think that was her in the other picture. She sent me a postcard. That’s how they knew she wasn’t dead. Look out for her. I think she might come here.”

He was definitely giving me humor the crazy lady eyes. And he started walking again, his hand on my arm bringing me through the door and out of the museum. “Listen, Kacy,” he said. “I don’t know everything that happened back then. But you don’t want to mess with her.”

“Aimee?” I’d just told him a serial killer was on the loose, and he was worried about the mean girl in management?

He hunched his huge shoulders and whispered, “I’m not losing this job. That’s all I’m saying.”