Haversham sighed. “She, Williams, Jim Broderick, and Ian Tann are at the top of our suspect list. All of them came from Vegas, though Ian got here before the others. It all fits.”
“It does.” Jane had sensed ties between the Mazzucas and Kaminskis from the first. But making the pieces fit hadn’t been easy because she’d been missing information.
“What else don’t we know?” Jane snapped.
“Jane.” Rapp shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but you should have told us.”
“I know. I wanted to, but we thought it best not to. Not yet.”
“We?”
Jane didn’t think he meant Scott.
Rapp groaned. “Gambol.Lionel’s in on this too?”
“Yes.”
Jane wanted to slap both Haversham and Gambol for making this so much harder. “Do you happen to know who Phillip is working with?”
“No. Personally, I think he’s crazy. Although August or someone in the Mazzuca crew might be feeding him names of people to eliminate. Of the six victims, Mike Stevens is the only one who was working for us. We can’t link the other vics to the Harvesters outside the fact that they were in the medical field.”
“Neither can we,” Rapp admitted. “And it’s frustrating as hell because the answer might help us locate our killer.”
Jane nodded. “If we can’t find out why he chose those others or find him, he’ll kill again. Soon.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The conversationwith Haversham had been mind-boggling and showed how keeping secrets could hurt an investigation. Jane could have done so much more had she known about the Kaminski tie-in from the beginning.
She spent the next day studying the information they’d collected with this new lens in place, spotting connections she’d previously ignored. Three cases of illegal weapons confiscated on the waterfront nagged at her. She went down the rabbit hole of research and found two lower-level criminals working together that should have been enemies.
A Mazzuca and a Kaminski.
It would take more digging to learn when August Kaminski had moved into the Pacific Northwest. Perhaps he’d planted the seeds to grow his organization years ago. She wanted to get with Haversham to find out exactly what he knew and who he had working on it, but she knew she’d used up any good will the day before, mouthing off in Rapp’s office.
While Diego and Gina worked together putting profiles of the next victims together, Rapp was in and out of the office. He appeared frustrated and angry and kept closing himself in his space.
She went back over Haversham’s words yesterday, unable to stop thinking about his hints that Rapp had his own baggage to deal with. A troubled past?
Hal and Joe both respectedanddistrusted him. But had that mistrust been more about protecting Jane’s heart, which didn’t need protecting in the least, or because they knew something about his job history?
They hadn’t said much when she’d asked. Hal never did give her that dossier on Rapp he’d promised. But she hadn’t wanted to seem too interested lest they start all that nonsense about romantic leanings she didn’t have, so she let it go. Still, Rapp’s mysteries intrigued her.
Know your enemy, her uncle loved to say.
But anyone could be an enemy with the right incentive.
Her phone rang, interrupting her unhelpful thoughts. She welcomed the distraction though she didn’t recognize the number.
“Jane Cannon.”
“Hello, Jane?”
Where did she know that voice from? “Yes?”
“This is Kyle Lito.”
She shot up in her chair. “Kyle. How are you?”Whereare you?
