“Cara,” Cooper said, moving closer. “Open your eyes.”
She shook her head. “I need to remember his face.”
“Baby,” he said, holding out his hand as if he was about to touch her. “You’ve done enough.”
He took hold of her arm, and she sagged against his body, drained.
“Fatigues?” Eric asked, running his hand through his hair.
“Grant doesn’t wear fatigues,” Ryker said, moving to the computer. He pulled up a picture of Grant and glanced at Cara. “Is this the guy?”
Cara shook her head. “No. That’s not him. Not even close.” Cara glanced at Quinn. “I need our sketch artist.”
Ryker pulled up a group of several men, from his company, who had been involved in the project on one screen and a group of several men and women on another screen. “How about any of these?”
Cara moved closer to the screen. Minutes ticked by as her gaze traveled over the faces. She shook her head. “None of them.”
“Fuck,” Eric growled and lowered his head.
Cara handed him back the ring. “I’m sorry.”
Eric opened his wallet to put the ring back inside, and Cara grabbed it. Her breath hitched as she pointed to a picture with Eric, Ryker, Eve, and Eve’s step-brother. “Him. Who is he?”
Chapter Eleven
Eric’s browsdipped as he met Ryker’s gaze. He handed the wallet to Ryker. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “He’s the killer.”
Ryker’s fingers started flying across the screen, and the picture in Eric’s wallet appeared larger on the screen. “You’re sure?”
“I’m positive. Who is he?”
“He’s Eve’s stepbrother, Norman,” Eric said as the rest of the sisters moved closer to the screen. “Military trained in explosives and electronics.”
“I know that face,” Grace, the youngest Thatcher, said.
The other sisters crowded the desk.
“I do too,” Becca added.
“What does Norman do?” Quinn asked.
“He works with computers now,” Eric answered.
“For the company I work for,” Ryker added.
Cara pointed to the screen. “He’s the guy that’s installing our new system. He’s the one we contracted with.”
“Shit.” Harper grabbed Eric’s gun and hurried to the elevator, slamming her finger on the button. “He’s there now. He has a damn key.”
Ryker flew out of his chair and grabbed her before she could get on the elevator. “Calm down.”
Harper’s eyes widened as she struggled in his hold. “I’ve got to stop him.”
“We will, after we see what’s he’s doing,” Ryker said, only releasing his hold when she stopped struggling. “I’ve got video, or have you forgotten?”
He took Harper’s hand and pulled her back into the room. He sat down at the computer, and within seconds, the security video feed was up on the screen. The building’s lights were on, each screen void of a person. He continued flicking through the screens until he caught movement. “There.”
