She’d heard from Hal and Joe that Raine had decided to stay at the ranch, unlike her snooty cousin—meaning Jane.
Laughing it off had been easy, especially since Raine had been good on her word and didn’t mention Jane’s injury.
Hal had also come through with a dossier on Agent Matthew Ronald Scott.
“You never got this from me,” he’d warned just before an anonymous email popped into her inbox.
Of course she’d received the file just right before Rapp asked her to come back to work.
Annoyed that she’d have to look at it later, she packed up and rolled into the office just before nine. Later than she liked, but then again, she hadn’t been given an exact time to arrive.
“Nice to see you made it,” Gina groused as she spotted Jane heading to her desk, now layered with even more folders. Theagent narrowed her gaze at Jane but didn’t comment on Jane’s lateness.
Jane couldn’t help that, but she looked decent. Her outfit of jeans, trendy but sturdy boots, and a forest-green sweater was dressier than what she normally wore. She’d left her hair down to mask the eye as well, and if she moved just right, no one would see her face at all.
Buried in more notes, looking through more of the same, searching for connections again, she spent the first half of her day reviewing the decedents’ backgrounds.
Diego walked over and looked at her folders. “We’re still trying to ID the killer, but no luck yet. He’s not in the NCIC, and I haven’t found a match to any of the prints that turned up in any other database.”
The National Crime Information Center was a nationwide database the FBI maintained. Unfortunately, the unsub hadn’t left any prints on the ambulance. They had no conclusive evidence on the guy yet, and clarity issues with the videos around the attack were still giving Diego fits.
“We’ll get lucky eventually,” she mumbled and continued looking through the folders on the nurses.
Nurse2, Tom Polsun, had been just twenty-nine years old. A favorite at the clinic where he worked. No one had a bad thing to say about him. He’d been raised in Tacoma, and…
Wait.Tacoma.
As Diego walked away, Jane dragged out her cellphone and made a call to Sullivan’s cell. To her surprise, Williams answered.
“Jenn’s phone. What’s up, Rebel Cannon?”
She smiled. “Funny guy. Hey, Williams, I’d ask how it’s hanging, but then I’d be up on harassment charges too.”
“Yeah. Plus, we both know I’m hanging just fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Look, I’m trying to contact Sullivan.”
“Boss has her.” She heard his exasperation. “She’ll probably be in there for another hour while she explains, in detail, exactly what she did today, which is exactly what he told her to do.”
“I feel for you guys.” Poor Sullivan. “Look, maybe you can help me. I gave her some info the other day. Can you tell me the locations of that organization I had you find? Just the ones near some abandoned warehouses.”
She jotted down the addresses he rattled off.
“Thanks. I owe you.”
“Keep that in mind the next time someone has to pay the tab.” He disconnected before she could argue that she didn’t drink nearly what he did. The guy was a fish in human form.
But those addresses… She looked through several files until she found what she needed on her computer. The exact location where the unsub’s abandoned blue Toyota had been found.
Right where the Mazzuca’s had allegedly relocated.
So what the hell did that mean?
She shutthe door behind her as she entered Rapp’s office without knocking.
He was on the phone and looked annoyed, his brows nearly meeting as he barked back at someone on the other end then slammed down the receiver. “What do you want?”
Great. Delivering news to an annoyed Sasquatch. Her cheek started throbbing out of nowhere.
