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Black shrugged. "Are we going to go and look at that footage from the camera at that fuel station on the way into London?" she said meaningfully, as if she was now the one rescuing the investigation from weird outer territory and getting it back on track.

"Yes, let's go and see if we can get a clearer image of the van," he said.

Giving one last, doubtful glance back at the American trio, Harris left.

Juliette sighed. They weren't buying into her theory at all, and she had to admit that at this stage, it was nothing more than a fledgling idea. But she was hopeful it could become more.

"If this killer is looking to recreate Stonehenge, I guess he's obsessed with the place," Wyatt said.

"Perhaps he has a history there, some involvement with it?" Juliette theorized. "Or else he's been in trouble there before? Trespassing, attacking tourists, doing something to get himself in the news?"

"I'm going to have a look. Right now," Sierra said.

Juliette nodded. "That's a good idea. In fact, I think we all need to look. The more of us on this search now, the better." Moving into her seat, she powered up her own laptop. "We need to find any connections between the killer and Stonehenge. Maybe he's visited there before or has some sort of relationship with it."

"You search news. I'll search local chit chat. Those groups and forums are easy to get into," Sierra said.

Sierra quickly typed away at her keyboard, using her speed and her hacking ability to access the forums and chat groups that might reveal more insider knowledge. Juliette turned her focus to news articles and reports, searching for any information that could connect the killer to Stonehenge.

There was a focused silence in the small office. Only the tapping of fingers could be heard.

Then Juliette looked up. "I've got something here. This is sounding like a potential problem."

Sierra and Wyatt both looked over at her, their attention fully on what she had found.

"What is it?" Sierra asked.

Juliette turned her laptop around to face them, highlighting a paragraph from a news article she had found.

"This is Matt Doone, and he's a self-proclaimed pagan cultist, who believes that Stonehenge is a sacrificial site that should be fed and nurtured with human life force."

"What?" Wyatt exclaimed, his eyebrows raising.

"He has a following who believes in his teachings," Juliette continued. "And get this, he's had charges against him in the past."

"Charges?" Sierra asked, her eyes narrowing.

Juliette scrolled down to find the information.

"Assault and battery, resisting arrest, and attempted murder," she read aloud. "He attacked a group of tourists who were visiting Stonehenge, claiming that they were disrupting the site's natural energy flow and that they should pay for it with their lives."

"That sounds like our guy," Wyatt said. "Do we have a current location on him?"

Sierra's fingers flew. "Give me a moment," she said.

There was a silence in the office, so quiet that Juliette could hear the faint sound of their breathing.

And then, Sierra exhaled in satisfaction.

"I do," she said.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

The road flew by as Juliette and her team sped to Matt Doone's home. At this hour, in the early afternoon, the sun was edging in front of them. They were heading west.

This erratic, violent man lived halfway between London and Stonehenge itself. Juliette knew that meant he'd be able to get to either place easily, and perhaps that was exactly what he'd been doing. Drawing on the energies of Stonehenge by visiting his site and then going into London to stalk and track his victims.

"Does he have an artistic background? Is there any link there?" Juliette asked as she drove.

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