Matthew drew his knife and held it in front of his body.“Back off!”
The man laughed.He shook his head and pulled a gun from his pocket.
No, not a gun.A taser.
Matthew registered that just as twin prongs buried themselves in his neck.The taser delivered fifty thousand volts of charge, but unbeknownst to Matthew, it delivered a current of one-point-five amps, three hundred times the legal maximum.Matthew felt a pop in his chest, but he was mercifully unconscious before he realized what that pop meant.
CHAPTER SIX
“Trevor?”Wilma said.“Yeah, I know him.Trevor Walsh.He adopted a Chow this, for his nephew, but the dog bit his hand.He tried to return it, and we rejected him because he lied on his initial application.Well, we took the dog back, but we wouldn’t let him adopt another one.”
“Yeah, I remember now,” Luke said.“He wanted Hunter, right?”
“That’s right.We ended up giving that dog to the Doghouse as a therapy animal.”
“What’s the Doghouse?”Faith asked.
“It’s a private facility in Dallas.Much nicer than this place.They can actually do nice things for their animals because they’re not a county facility.Do me a favor and tell the county supervisor I said that.He needs to know.”
“I’ll bring it up,” Faith replied.“In the meantime, I need the address you have on file for Trevor Walsh.”
Wilma shrugged.“I’ll give it to you, but I can’t promise he’s telling the truth about it.”
“We have to start somewhere,” Faith replied.Still, she turned to Jessica.“Call Dallas PD and have them look up a Trevor Walsh.Just in case.”
Jessica reached for her phone, but Faith’s buzzed before she could pull it from her pocket.Faith looked at her own phone, and her blood chilled.“Scratch that.Dallas PD is calling me.”
Jessica’s eyes widened.She knew what that meant.
“Uh oh,” Wilma said.“Everything okay?”
"Doubt it," Faith answered."Special Agent Bold, FBI."
“Bold?This is Detective Buckley from the Dallas Police Department.I was referred to you by Sergeant Hansen of the Plano Police Department.”
Shit.“Yes?What is it?”
“We have a dead body at a private animal shelter.We called Plano because we know they just had a murder last night.Looks like this might be the same guy.”
Faith’s head dropped.“I understand.What’s the animal shelter?”
“The Dallas Doghouse.It’s right around the corner from police headquarters.”
This time, Faith cursed out loud.“Shit.Okay.We’re on our way.I need you guys to look for a Trevor Walsh, age…” She glanced at Wilma’s office computer, and Wilma turned it so Faith could see.“Thirty-five.Six-one, two hundred pounds, dark brown hair, gray eyes.He reported his address as twelve-fifty-three Avocado Street, Dallas.”
“Wait, you have a suspect already?”
“Yes, and according to Google Maps, he lives about a mile away from the Doghouse.”
“Yeah, I know Avocado Street.We’ll get units there right away.”
“Thank you.”
She hung up and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose until it started to hurt.“Shit!”
"It's not even eight o'clock," Jessica observed."He killed both of these women within twelve hours of each other."
“Yep,” Faith said tersely.“God damn it.Let’s get moving.”
