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“Professor at the university. She specializes in Quantitative Physics.” Melissa shrugged. “Paul and I were about to go out and question her staff.”

“Carmichael’s into real estate, also lives alone,” Paul said. “We’ll stop by her office as well and see if anyone knows anything.”

“Good. Any sign of forced entry?” Brenna asked.

“No,” Nick said. “Either our perpetrator entered through unlocked windows, or the victims opened their doors for him. We did find one of the windows where the snow and ice had been scraped away.”

“Any fingerprints?” Brenna knew from the letter the guy was careful. He wouldn’t risk leaving a sloppy fingerprint.

“Not one.” Paul shook his head. “The places were clean. There was evidence of a struggle around Dr. Gomez’s bed with bloodstains on the carpet. We’ll have them analyzed to verify.”

Brenna tapped a finger to her lips. “Have you pulled names of registered sex offenders in the area?”

“Done.” Nick pulled a list from beneath a tack on the wall and handed it to Brenna. “One pedophile, Timothy Johnston, known for indecent exposure with grade school kids, and one other, a convicted rapist, Bart Olsen, out on parole for the past month.”

Paul pulled a sheet of paper off the clipboard and handed it to Nick. “Just got a report from Johnston’s parole officer. Said his parolee has been in Tennessee visiting relatives for the past two weeks, and they have eyewitnesses that place him in Nashville at the time of the abductions. That puts him out of the picture for now. No one’s seen Olsen, and his parole officer hasn’t heard from him in a week.”

“Not good. When they catch up with him, I want to sit in on that interview,” Brenna said.

Nick frowned. “No.”

Brenna blinked. “No? Not even, ‘let me think about it’ or ‘maybe that’s not a good idea’? Just no?” She planted her fist on a hip. “I’m investigating this case, too. If I can’t interview potential suspects, I can’t do my job.”

“You can watch from behind the mirror.” Nick’s jaw set firmly. He wasn’t budging. “I don’t want you in range of this guy in case he is the killer.”

“You’re assuming the note-writer is the kidnapper and the missing women are dead.”

Nick nodded. “Based on the note, the blood found in the Gomez house and the smear of what looked like blood on that paper, yes.”

“I’ll let you do the interview this time.” Brenna held up her hand when Nick opened his mouth to speak. “But don’t pull this on me again. I’m a trained investigator. I know how to conduct an interview.” Before he could say another word, she spun on the heel of her black leather boot and marched down the hallway.

“If anyone asks, I’ve gone to the Riverton Inn. Otherwise, I’ll be back in an hour,” Brenna said to the officer at the front desk.

“Shouldn’t you clear it with Nick first?” Melissa Bradley leaned in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Since he doesn’t consider me part of the team, I don’t have to inform him of my whereabouts.” Brenna needed to get away and clear her head to concentrate on the case. She also had a short social visit to make. Emphasis onshort. “If it means anything to you, I’ll clear it with him when I get back.”

Brenna stoodin front of her sister’s spacious two-story home on West Nodak Street. The road was lined with dozens of similar homes—tan, white and gray siding as far as the eye could see, each sidewalk and driveway adrift with the new-fallen snow. The longer she stood, the colder her ears grew with the wind beating against her cap, penetrating the double layer of yarn. Facing the wine-colored door, she had two clear choices: go in and face her family or stand here and freeze. Funny how freezing seemed the lesser of the two evils.

The wooden door opened, and her sister, Alice, peered through the frosted glass of the storm door.

Okay, now she was down to one choice, and it had been made for her.

“Brenna? What are you doing standing out in the cold?” Alice pushed the storm door open wider and waved toward her. “Get in here before you freeze.”

“Hi, Alice.” Brenna stepped in on the all-weather mat and immediately removed her boots and outside clothing. “Where’s Mom?”

“Nice to see you, too.” Alice hung her jacket on a peg and then held out her arms. “Don’t I get a hug from my favorite sister?”

Feeling ungracious and unloving, Brenna tried to cook up some enthusiasm for the sister she hadn’t seen in a month. “I’m sorry. Of course you get a hug. I’ve missed you,” she said.

“Liar.” But Alice hugged her anyway. “Mom’s in her room. Come on back and say hello.”

Quick to establish expectations up front, Brenna blurted, “I can’t stay long. I’m here on business.”

“I heard the news.” Alice’s pretty face crumpled into a worried frown. “Isn’t it terrible? Two women missing in just a few days.”

Make that three. When Brenna opened her mouth to respond to her sister’s concern, she was interrupted by a loud “Alice!”

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