arrested once for that assault and Jade did some shady things, but they haven’t been charged for any of the recent suspected activity. With all the confidence schemes they’ve been running, there is a slightly different description of them each time. They’re suspects, but nothing has ever been proven. These guys are ghosts. They change their appearance like they change their underwear. They’re constantly on the move. Their spree originated in Nebraska, and they’ve hit pretty much every state, except Ohio.”
Noah snorted. “Nothin’ worth taking in Ohio.”
“Hey, I’m from Ohio,” Mal protested.
“Case in point,” Noah responded with a grin.
“Why do we think they’re involved with the murders?” Ryan asked.
Maggie clicked to the next image, and Vicky clenched her jaw at the sight of the smooth-faced, handsome man she knew was aged somewhere in his fifties, although he didn’t look it. She would not cry, damn it.
“This is Dr. Karl Kruger, before his death. Jade’s fingerprint was found on his glasses. We think she and Simon are the mysterious couple who had the facial reconstructions. The last patients to be admitted into his surgery before his murder.”
Maggie clicked through to crime scene photos of the doctor’s murder.
“Whoa.” This came from Mal as he looked at the screen. “That’s nasty.”
Maggie’s chair fell back as she turned and raced from the room, clapping her hands over her mouth. Luke grimaced and raised an apologetic wave to all for his wife’s speedy exit.
Vicky averted her eyes and grabbed the clicker that Maggie had dropped on the table. She pressed the button, removing the distressing images from the screen. Yes, part of their job was to analyze the crime scene, look for clues in the photographs, try and get an idea as to the motivation behind the crime. But she’d had dinner with that man a week before his death. He wasn’t just a victim. He’d been her friend, too.
Her gaze rose to meet Ryan’s. His gray eyes were fixed on her. The process they used for taking on cases wasn’t a democratic one, nor was the assignment to the agents. Each person had specialized skills, and they used them collaboratively. As Operations Manager, she didn’t need his permission to accept a case, just his cooperation. She wanted him to give that freely.
“They probably killed him so that he couldn’t tell anyone of their new identities,” Noah said.
Vicky nodded. “A minimal cash float was stolen, but I agree, Noah. I think they tried to make it look like a robbery gone wrong.”
“Maybe it was a robbery gone wrong. Just because they were the last to be seen with the doctor, who’s to say someone else didn’t come in after they left, and tried to rob the surgery?” Ryan suggested. He shrugged. “We might need to consider that.”
Vicky told herself he wasn’t questioning her judgment, or arguing her position, he was just being his normal, argumentative, thorough self.
Jerk .
She drew devil’s horns on the rough likeness of Ryan she’d absently drawn.
“The surgery was wiped free of prints, with the exception of the inside door handle of the surgery, and Dr. Kruger’s spectacles. Some partials were found, enough for a match.” Reese took over the presentation. He indicated the folders they each held in their hands. “The reports are in your files. Jade Maxwell’s fingerprints were found on the frame, and Simon Maxwell’s fingerprints were found on the door handle. Neither is listed as patients, so we can safely assume they were the ones to destroy the patient records.”
Vicky swallowed. That damn woman had gotten close enough to her friend’s father to make him vulnerable to an attack. He must have trusted her, assumed she was safe. She wondered briefly how they’d managed to get close enough to Orla to do what they did, then purposely shut down that painful train of thought.
“Any idea where they might be hiding now?” Mike asked.
“No. These