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A moment later, the senator and Amy jerked their heads in Dan’s direction, an action so synchronized it was almost comical.
The implication was obvious.
What Dan really wanted was for someoneelseto stare at him, but that was unlikely.
He’s not going to do that. He’s too intelligent for that.
That was an assumption, but one that seemed reasonable, given the evidence. If Dan were the killer, he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself.
Gary twisted to stare at them. “They knew him too, remember? I’d bet most of these people were at UMass with Sean. And to be honest, it would be more suspicious if theydidn’tturn up.” He paused. “Do you thinkhe’llbe here?”
Dan huffed. “If I were him? Sure. I’d like the chance to watch and gloat.”
Gary was quiet for a moment. “Listen to me, okay? This guy has to be a psychopath. Don’t start thinking like him. I mean it. Don’t let him in your head.”
Warmth barreled through him to hear the love in Gary’s voice.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help that. Besides, thinking like the killer usually helps me find him faster. I get a sense for how they work, what makes them tick.”
Gary gazed at him. “You said usually.”
Dan sighed. “Yeah. Not this time.”
Although he hadn’t seen anyone paying him obvious attention, the hairs standing to attention on the back of his neck were all Dan needed to knowsomeonewas staring at him.
Someone who was making damn sure to stay out of Dan’s crosshairs.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Mount Auburn Chapel
I HATEfunerals.
All that emotion, all those tears….
I can’t remember the last time I cried. Or even the last time something really affected me. But I couldn’t miss this one.
Funerals werewaymore satisfying when I had something to do with the manner in which the deceased had shuffled off this mortal coil.
I was one of the last to arrive. I’d waited until the service was about to start. It was easier to watch the proceedings from the rear of the chapel. I’d spotted three of the others right away. I’d also noted they weren’t sitting together.
Then I saw Mitchell and Porter.
Still looking for me, gentlemen?
Keeping a straight face wassodamn difficult, especially when I watched Porter scanning the mourners.
I have a surprise for you, Mr. Porter.
I was cooking something up, and it promised to be just delicious.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Friday, January 4, 2019
DAN STAREDat the whiteboard. “I don’t know if it’s just me, but we’re four days into the new year already, and it feels as if we haven’t gotten very far. Nothing points to Greg being anywhere near Boston when his stepbrother was murdered. No one saw anything suspicious in Forest Park the day Brad was killed. We haven’t interviewed Jennifer Sullivan yet, and—”
