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Trigger looked at her.

“That means he watched us before the last two victims in Dallas died.”

Judy checked the dates in her files.

“The first known victim disappeared in September.”

“He was planning this for at least five months,” Carson said.

“Or longer.”

Judy turned the photograph over.

Nothing had been written on the back except the message.

YOU CAN’T WATCH HER FOREVER.

“Where is the bedroom window?” I asked.

“Back of the house,” Trigger answered. “Faces the woods.”

“How far to the tree line?”

“Seventy yards.”

“Any neighboring houses?”

“Not behind us.”

The photograph had been taken with a zoom lens from the woods.

The Keeper had stood outside their home in the early morning. I could tell it was early because the sun was just coming up. He photographed them sleeping and left unnoticed.

That took patience.

Confidence.

And knowledge of their routine.

“We search the property at first light,” Judy said.

Trigger shook his head.

“We search now.”

“In the dark, you’ll destroy evidence.”

“He stood outside my bedroom.”

“Months ago.”

“He could have been there yesterday.”

“He could still be there,” I said.

Everyone looked at me.

Trigger’s face hardened.