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and tapped the first paragraph. “In the first one he talks a lot about finishing what his soul began, but he doesn’t say what it is he’s doing—”
    “Why he?” she asked.
    He flipped to the second letter and pointed to the first pronoun that caught his eye. “The pronoun usage is masculine. Whoever did this at least identifies as male.”
    “You can tell that from this?” She pointed at the page.
    “Yeah. I mean, we could tell from the first TBK letters he was an educated man based on the grammar usage. This letter isn’t as grammatically clean.” He pointed at a second block of text. “There are no apostrophes or commas. I think based on the presentation, this person is more artistic. They sure as hell have more graphic skills than TBK ever did.”
    Emma snorted. “Tell me about it. What are you thinking? Copycat, wannabe, or what?”
    He didn’t pray much anymore, but he prayed that was all it was. For both his sake and Emma’s.
    “I’m hoping it’s a dumb prick. What did you call them? Creepadoodles?” He chuckled.
    “Yeah, it seems a lot nicer than calling them crazy fucks. What do the other cops say about this?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the Jeep, finally looking him in the face.
    Jacob shrugged and flipped the folder closed. He’d seen those pages enough to visualize them when his eyes were closed. “Ignore it. There’s no bodies, no one’s dead, there are plenty of real crimes to solve.”
    He crossed his arms, mirroring her pose, and glanced at a car pulling into the lot. He was seeing things in the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t shake the sensation of being followed, though he had no evidence of anyone stalking him.
    Both Jacob and Emma had spent their lives in the shadow of TBK and what he’d done. He couldn’t pretend to know what it was like for Emma, but he knew his father and what he’d been like .
    Emma’s brows drew down and she stared at him as if he were a puzzle. He was pretty good at reading people, but she was a mystery. He couldn’t keep staring at her— memorizing the arch of her brow, the slight scar on her right jaw—and he was going to drive himself crazy with this misplaced obsession.
    The parking lot was full of cars and relatively quiet. The muted sound of music from the restaurant and the occasional car going by were the only sounds to break the silence. What if they were being watched now? What if this wasn’t an idiot getting their rocks off? What if they were facing a real copycat, or TBK himself?
    “Hey.”
    He glanced at her, somewhat surprised to find her features softer, less stubborn.
    Emma nodded at the box. “Anytime you want to look through the stuff, give me a call, okay?”
    “Sure. Thanks.” He nodded. That box of paper wasn’t what he wanted from her, but he doubted their desires aligned.
    Part of him wanted to pore over the pages just for an excuse to be near her, but that was a bad idea. He needed to walk her to her truck, say goodnight, and drive away. It was better to walk away.
    “Hey, Emma?”
    “Hm?” She jerked her chin toward him.
    “Do me a favor? If you think someone’s following you, give me a call? You’re the only kin of the victims left here. If this is more than a few letters, you might be a perfect target.” It wasn’t like he could assign a protection detail to her because he had a bad feeling, and she wouldn’t like cops hanging around anyway.
    “Should I make sure to get an escort back to my truck?” She smiled and thumbed over her shoulder.
    Wait—what? Now she was flirting with him again?
    “You really should,” he said with a straight face. She shouldn’t play this game with him. Not now.
    “Well, come on then, big protector.” She picked up the box and waited for him to lock the Jeep before heading back to her truck.
    They wound through the cars, Jacob following close behind her. She didn’t like cops, and she didn’t like him, but Jacob liked her. There was no good reason, but