“We’ll put a rush on it, first thing tomorrow.”
“The killer is winning,” he growled, his frustration jumping to the surface.
“And a day closer to taking out his—or her—next victim,” she replied.
Britain
The following morning after breakfast,Brit walked Rebel to the elevator.
He wrapped her in his arms, dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. “Feel better, babe.”
“Have a kick-ass training.”
He left, taking her heart with him.
While she wanted to train with his rescue team, she needed to feel better and get a handle on their case. In Rebel’s home office, she reviewed their notes, along with the scant evidence they did have.
The first crime scene had been wiped down. “The B and the U.”
Strands of blonde hair were found at the L victim’s home. An earring at the second L crime scene. She checked email, hoping for the crime scene results from Kurt and Kayleen’s home.
Nothing.
After a quick review of unopened emails, the background checks were completed. She skimmed the report.
One alum had a DUI, another a misdemeanor for shoplifting. No arrests or complaints had been filed that would indicate hostile or aggressive activity.
Next, she found the three names from Shawna—Evelyn Shance, Briana Miner, and Clarice Sanders.
Evelyn Shance was from Pennsylvania. She graduated from Acorn two years ago and was attending college in Pennsylvania. Other than her summer jobs, there was nothing more.
Brit dialed the number, the call rolled to voicemail.
“Ms. Shance, this is Special Agent Jules Marshall with the FBI. I’d like to talk with you about Acorn Boarding School. Please call me as soon as you can.”
She hung up, sent Evelyn Shance a text.
Then, she moved on to the second student. Briana Minor was from Virginia, and also graduated two years prior. She was attending college in London. She dialed the number. The phone rang several times.
“Hello.”
“Is this Briana Minor?”
“Who’s calling?”
“This is Special Agent Jules Marshall with the FBI in Washington, DC,” Brit said. “I have a few questions about Acorn.”
“Oh, is this about the murders?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, my mom has been telling me about it. I’m not sure how I can help you.”
“Do you remember any bullying going on at the school?”
“Bullying? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. There were some girls in a clique. They teased me or said unkind things. Sometimes they’d stick a foot out, like, during gym class. Someone would trip, fall on their face. That happened to me abunch of times. I had things stolen, then I’d see one of the girls wearing it.”
“Were the girls in the clique the ones killed?” Brit asked.
