Because they were worried about her, Elizabeth was to the point.
“Ethan said it. He’s not leaving evidence. He’s leaving clues. Jonathan Miller was a clue. That kidney is telling a story, and it’s not what we think. I have to stop being Elizabeth. I have to be the killer playing the game.”
Ethan was watching her.
His wife was onto something, but they weren’t quiet sure what that was.
“Pull up the evidence log. What was on the dead homeless man?” she asked. “Read me everything. He’s leaving little clues with all the big ones. We’re just not picking up the subtle ones. Those are the ones we need to see.”
As she walked the room, pulling the very modest house apart, Gene did just that. He went into the drive, and located what she was looking for to help.
Then, he told her.
“He had his dog tags. In his pocket was his wallet. There was a dog biscuit in his other pocket. In his front pocket was seventy-seven cents.”
She was opening couch cushions as the men all watched her like she’d lost her mind.
She hadn’t.
This was a special kind of insanity, and now, she wasn’t looking for answers.
She was looking for what didn’t belong. Jeffrey and his head was the big clue. Now, she had to find the smaller ones.
“What was in the wallet?”
Gene went over the list.
“There was four dollars, a few business cards…”
She stopped.
“I need pictures of them. Pull them up,” she said. “What do they look like?” she asked.
He pulled them up.
“One is for a shelter, one is for the VA and his counselor there, and one is a blank card with just a phone number scribbled on it.”
Oh, that would be one she absolutely would overlook, and if she was killing people, and leaving bodies, she’d pull something similar.
She pulled out her phone.
“Give me the number,” she said. “Now.”
He read it off, and she dialed it, keeping it on speakerphone so they could all hear.
It rang five times.
Then, it went to voicemail, and it was an automated voice that spoke.
‘You have reached the mailbox of The Grave Digger, Oh, and Elizabeth, I’m proud of you. You figured out an Easter egg. You’re one step closer. That won’t matter, because I’m cleaning up the loose ends. Tick Tock. You’re still behind. Has anyone ever toldyou that you’re beautiful when you’re exasperated? I can’t wait to have you. See you soon. The Grave Robber.’
She hung up.
“Trace that phone,” she said, tossing Ivan hers. “He’s smart, and he wanted me to call him. Do we have the address for Alexi Redmond yet?” she asked.
Ethan read it off.
“Let’s go,” she said.
