bodies should keep.“
„Aren’t we the lucky ones?“ Mia asked, tongue-in-cheek.
„These three hoodlums and their kind savage the peace every day. They’ve stolen the lives of two precious innocents and for that alone they should die. The fear and misery they caused the good people who would have done the right thing and testified makes their sin all the worse. You fought a good battle in the courtroom, Kristen, but this one was lost before you began. Again, sleep well knowing these heartless murderers have been rendered final justice… Your Humble Servant’“
„And the P.S.?“ Abe asked.
Kristen drew a careful breath, trying to keep the words from sticking in her throat. „The blue stripes were a good choice and your workmanship admirable. You may, however, choose different attire when you begin work on your next project. I would hate for anyone to believe you anything but a lady.’“
Mia hesitated. „What did you wear to the wallpapering extravaganza, Kristen?“
Kristen’s cheeks heated as her hands grew clammy once again. „A sports bra and biker shorts. It was three a.m. I didn’t think anyone in my neighborhood was awake to care.“
Reagan pushed back from the table and paced the length of the room, his big body tense. „That isn’t the point,“ he said tightly. „Jack, I want to see that last letter.“
Again Jack obliged, slitting open the envelope, sliding the contents to the table. He bypassed the Polaroids and the map and handed Reagan the letter without a word. Reagan scanned it, creases of color appearing on his cheekbones, a scowl bending his features. „ ‘My dearest Kristen, I grow impatient for you to share the satisfaction of my labor. Ross King was the lowest of criminals, preying on young children, stealing their youth, their innocence, then conspiring with his debased lawyer to further pervert the system. What he has received at my hand is a thousandfold less than he deserves. Sleep well tonight, knowing the children he ruined are vindicated and countless others are now safe from harm… Your Humble Servant.’“
„And the P.S.?“ Kristen asked, hearing her voice tremble.
He looked up, his eyes narrowed and questioning. „‘Cherry, dear.’“
Kristen closed her eyes, her empty stomach churning. „I’ve been stripping the paint off my antique fireplace mantel and I’m about to start the staining. Choices are oak, maple, or cherry.“ She opened her eyes. „The fireplace is in my basement. You can’t see in from the street. You have to be standing at the window, looking down.“
„Then he’s venturing up to your house.“ Spinnelli was grim. „When was the last time you worked on the mantel?“
„This past Saturday.“ She flattened her hands on her thighs. „I’ve been too busy with the Conti case to do any work on the house the last few days.“
„Then we have a time frame. He must have been frustrated that you didn’t check your trunk.“ Spinnelli looked from Abe to Jack to Mia. „You check the tire for vandalism?“
„Puncture in the sidewall,“ Abe responded, his fists jammed in his pants pockets.
„Was the tire punctured while the car was parked in the garage?“ Spinnelli asked.
„Almost certainly,“ Jack said, then turned to Kristen. „Do you mean you really haven’t opened your trunk for a month, Kristen? Not even once?“
Kristen shrugged. „I never carry anything large. Any home improvement materials get delivered by the store. I just put little stuff in the backseat.“
Mia frowned. „Don’t you buy groceries or anything?“
„Not a lot. I don’t cook very often, so no.“
„If you don’t cook, what do you eat?“ Spinnelli asked.
Kristen shrugged again. „I eat most of my meals at a diner near the courthouse.“ She found herself addressing the next question to Abe Reagan. „What next?“
Reagan was looking at the maps. „Let’s put some uniforms at each of these locations until we can get your guys out there,
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