He pressed the X on the keypad until the text disappeared and stared at the screen until it went black. What should he do now? Not go inside and play games. Or should he take the time to relax and rejuvenate with the others?
Problem was, he was too amped up to relax, and he didn’t want to bring them down. So then what? What could he be doing to follow up on any of the suspects? Maybe he should review all the files again just in case he was missing something. He could take them to the bedroom he was sharing with Colin so no one was distracted by his foul mood.
He rounded the corner again. His phone rang in his hand. His heart lurched.
Could it be Sierra?
He woke up the phone and checked the caller ID. Sierra. Perfect.
“Please tell me you have news,” he said into his phone.
“I do, but probably not what you’re waiting for,” she said. “We cast the footprints we found near the drone operator’s truck. One of my assistants has already identified the footwear.”
“And?” Dev asked, though honestly he wasn’t all that excited about the lead as they would have to go to the suspects’ houses to get a close enough look at their shoes to match it.
“It’s a Nike Cortez.”
“That doesn’t narrow it down much, does it?” Dev asked. “Pretty much everyone in Oregon knows that’s the most popular running shoe ever made, and most people have owned a pair over the years.”
“You’re right, since Nike is headquartered here, we’re all familiar with one of their most iconic shoes.” She didn’t speak for a moment. “But we all wear our shoes differently, so the wear pattern on the heels and toes are unique to each individual. Think of it as a shoe fingerprint. Find me a pair of Nike Cortez from one of your suspects, and I can tell you if it’s a match to our impression.”
“If we ever get to the point where we have a single suspect, I’ll take you up on that. Until then, I’ll have our guys in Portland keep an eye out for one of our suspects wearing those shoes.”
“Odds are good if he wore them that night, he wouldn’t wear them again in public. But then, he might not be as smart as we’re giving him credit for.”
“Yeah, he’s been pretty clever.”
“I need to get back to work, so I’ll let you go.”
“How are the fingerprints and DNA coming?” he asked quickly before she disconnected.
“Not as fast as I’d hoped, but I’ll let you know the minute I have anything. Should be before the day is out.” She ended the call, preventing him from asking additional questions.
His phone rang again before he had time to process the call from Sierra. He glanced at the screen.Micha.
He could have something on Luongo that would help move them forward.
Dev tapped the button to accept the call. “Our boy behaving himself?”
“You’re not going to like this,” Micha said.
Dev’s gut clenched. “Go ahead and spit it out.”
“I talked to Luongo’s neighbors on the down low. Found out he belongs to a shooting club and goes there frequently.”
Dev shoved his fingers into his hair. “Not the kind of news we want to hear.”
“No. He could be our shooter.”
“Yeah,” was all Dev could say without letting Micha hear his worry.
“Do you want me to keep on his house?” Micha asked, thankfully moving on. “Or should I head to his club to see what I can learn about him?”
“Stay at the house. It’s too risky to talk to these club members. They’re usually pretty tight, and if you ask around, you might alert Luongo to the fact that you’re tailing him.”
“Makes sense. I’ll hang here.”
Dev told him to watch for the Nikes and explained why, then took a deep breath before his next question. “Anything else of interest there?”
