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tighten. Then she asked, “But what kind of message and who was the message for ? In the note he said ‘someone you know.’ Someone who knows? Who is the you in that statement? You?” She pointed to Dominic. “The investigating officer? Me? The medical examiner?” This time she jabbed a finger against her chest. “Or the person who found her and called it in? How are we supposed to know who the message is for?”
    â€œAll good questions,” Rick said. “Unfortunately, they’ve all been asked before and no one could come up with an answer. Another question that needs to be asked is, how does this person know all the details of these killings?”
    â€œI’ve already been asking myself that. I don’t have an answer to that yet.” Dominic pointed at the doll. “We know one thing for sure. If the Doll Maker Killer has a copycat, the copycat’s only getting started.” His jaw tightened. “Which means, so are we.”

    It was crazy. Totally crazy. She’d never come across anything like this before. A serial killer sending a message to the people working the murder? Okay, so it had been done before, she supposed, but never anything she’d worked on.
    Serena watched Rick, then bounced her gaze to Dominic, who was engrossed in something that had just come across his phone.
    She thought about the break-in at her home last week. About the man she’d shot.
    She shivered. She hadn’t been some random homeowner who woke to find an intruder in her house. She racked her brain, trying to figure out who was targeting her. Had possibly pushed her in front of a bus.
    Were the incidents related?
    God, I think I’ve had enough excitement to last me awhile. Boredom would be nice at this point. Seriously, God, what’s happening? Why is my life suddenly spinning?
    She added a prayer for protection and for wisdom to find Leslie’s killer as she watched Rick testing for fingerprints.
    She couldn’t help but think about her intruder and wonder why the man she’d shot hadn’t just killed her while she lay in bed. Why search her bedroom? Because he’d planned to take her alive when he found what he wanted? Or force her to tell him what he wanted to know when he didn’t find what he was looking for?
    Whatever his intentions, she’d interrupted his plans. Rick’s phone rang and Dominic said, “You get that. We’ll be in touch.”
    â€œSure.” Rick waved and turned his attention to his phone.
    Dominic took Serena by the arm, and she couldn’t help the small thrill that invaded her at his touch.
    â€œSo, Katie and Hunter are the detectives on this one, along with Chad Graham and Colton Brady,” Dominic said.
    â€œColton Brady, huh?” She mulled over what she knew about the man. Not much.
    â€œYep, he’s back.”
    â€œI’d noticed that.”
    â€œSounds like a great team.”
    â€œIt is.”
    â€œKatie’s at Leslie’s house, looking for something—anything—that might give us a clue as to how and why this killer picked her. Colton and Chad are questioning family and co-workers. We’ll have a pretty good picture of her life soon. Maybe there’ll be something we can work with.”
    They made their way out of the building and Dominic said, “Are you in the mood to do a little research?”
    â€œOn what?”
    â€œThe Doll Maker Killer.”
    Serena swallowed hard. “Yes, I suppose. But you don’t need me. I’m sure you can find what you need without me being in the way.”
    â€œTrue. I don’t necessarily need you there. But . . . what if I want you there? And you won’t be in the way.”
    Her mouth formed a silent “Oh.” He wanted her there because he wanted to spend time with her? The thought made her stomach dip and swirl. She snapped her lips shut. “Well, I suppose I could lend a