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this…this was something he had no experience with.
    “Okay, so this guy knows us. Fine. What’s our next step?”
    “We find out if there are prints or anything else we can go off of on the note. The crime scene guys are examining the coffin. We’re interviewing anyone who might have seen anything in the cemetery over the last week and we’re telling the public to be alert and careful. We also need to be careful. I know none of us are dating anyone, but we need to be sure to alert our families to be extra vigilant until this guy is caught.”
    “Fuck.” Dax knew it wasn’t enough. They all knew it was only a matter of time before he kidnapped some other unsuspecting woman and did it again.
    Dax thought about Mackenzie. For a split second he considered calling off their date. If the killer was serious about targeting their loved ones, he could easily misinterpret a dinner date and target Mackenzie. Dax dismissed the thought almost as soon as he had it. It was just a date. And he wasn’t willing to give up getting to know Mackenzie for a threat that was most likely bogus anyway.
    “I’m going on TV tonight to update the public on what we know. We’re hoping someone saw or knows something and will call us.”
    “We’re not going to catch this guy with a few random tips, Quint, and you know it,” Dax said quietly, frustration lacing every word.
    “I know, but we literally have nothing else.”
    Cruz spoke up. “The FBI has a profiler going over the details and will share a profile tonight. It should hopefully generate some new leads. Someone knows this guy.”
    Dax just nodded his head, lips pursed together tightly. This was the part of his job he hated. He hated waiting for a serial killer to strike once more. Most of the time the only way they could get new evidence was for him to kill again, and that sucked.
    “That’s all we got for now. I just wanted to bring you up to speed,” Cruz told Dax softly.
    “What was her name?”
    Knowing whose name Dax was asking for, Cruz said evenly. “Sally Mason. Married with two kids. Twenty-six years old.”
    Dax shook his head sadly. Such a fucking waste.
    “Go home, Dax. We’ll be in touch if we hear anything else. You’re off for a few days, right?”
    Dax nodded. “Yeah. I’ve worked a ton of overtime lately, so the Major ordered me not to show my face in the office again until next Tuesday.”
    “Lucky dog.” Quint’s words were heartfelt.
    “But that doesn’t mean you don’t call me the second you hear anything new on this asshole,” Dax warned.
    “Ten-four. No worries. I’ve got you on speed dial.”
    Dax nodded at Quint and Cruz. “We have to catch this motherfucker.”
    “We will.”
    Dax stood, gave each man a chin lift, and walked out the door. He had three hours to get into a better frame of mind before he picked up Mackenzie for their date.
     
    * * *
    Mackenzie paced her little living room nervously. She’d decided that morning she must’ve been under the influence of some drug last night when she’d agreed to this date. Hell, she didn’t really even know this guy, had only seen him once…why in the hell had she agreed to go out to dinner with him? It was absolutely crazy.
    Laine had been ecstatic for her, and threatened bodily harm if she even thought about calling it off, but Mackenzie was still nervous as hell about it.
    She’d picked up the phone to call Daxton to tell him she’d changed her mind and realized she didn’t even have his number. He’d called her yesterday from a blocked number. Mackenzie had thought about bailing and going somewhere outside of her apartment until way after six so she wasn’t home when Daxton got there, but she couldn’t. That would be really rude, and she hated to be rude. Besides which, she’d never hear the end of it from Laine if she did something so cowardly.
    So here she was, going on a date with a man she didn’t know, had only lusted after, and seen briefly through tears in the