and the woman found on the cliffs, two days ago, Jenna.” Ethan ran his hand through his hair. “All of the victims here have been discovered more quickly than his other kills, except Carolina. If we’ve any chance at surveillance footage, I’d say we work backwards, starting with Jenna Pierce.”
“We’re already on it. For a socialite, Jenna led a relatively quiet life, from the bits and pieces we’ve unearthed so far. Her companion, John Meadows, had taken his family on two-week vacation in the South of France. He returns home tomorrow. I spoke with him earlier this morning, but he knew little of Jenna’s daily routine. Our tech department is going over her credit card statements to try and form a pattern of her activities.”
Jerry stood and began to pace, a sure sign that the wheels were turning. Ethan watched as she moved along the span of windows, openly admiring the unconscious grace with which she moved.
“Three kills in less than a month doesn’t leave a lot of time for romancing his victims, even if he’s working more than one at a time. He’d have to stalk them before hand, at least a little, to find the perfect intro into their lives.” Jerry had no idea of the picture she made as she paced.
“He did disappear for two months. He could have been stalking them during that time, now he’s picking them off, one by one.” Dylan added as he surreptitiously watched Ethan watch Jerry. He didn’t like the gleam in the other man’s eye.
“You think he made a list, now he’s working it? It’s plausible, but that means that he could strike again sooner than we initially calculated.” Nate’s phone buzzed as he spoke.
“I’d say the scenario is more than plausible, it’s highly likely. Serials do not typically go dormant, unless they’re dead or in prison. He had to be getting his kicks, even if he was only planning and stalking.” Jerry stopped and looked out the window in the direction of the bridge. “Stalking and creating a list could also be part of his process. How sure are you that he was in London for the entire six months during which the bodies were found?” She turned to face Ethan. “Could he have already been on the Riviera, stalking his next group?”
“Absolutely, even if he flew over for a few days at a time. It’s only a little over one thousand kilometers between Portofino and London. The four bodies were strewn on the cliffs between Portofino and San Remo, but he met Carolina in a Portofino night club, so we think that was his base.”
“If this holds true, he’s already “dating” his next victim, maybe even the next two.” Jerry started pacing again. “We need to get me on that list.”
“Jimmy should have a game plan for us by lunch today. Dylan, I need you to begin re-interviewing friends and neighbors. Check your email for the list.” Nate looked straight at Ethan, but spoke to Jerry. “Jerry, you and Ethan spend the morning getting to know each other. When you appear in public, you have to be convincing.”
Ethan read between the lines of Nate’s message. ‘Hands Off, Keep it Professional’ came through loud and clear. Jerry didn’t seem to notice the innuendo, so Ethan nodded once at Nate to show he understood. What in the hell did these Americans think he was? Ethan thought. Between Dylan’s barely disguised animosity and Nate’s private warning, the two men must think he’s as bad as Casanova.
“Will do, Boss. Thanks.” Jerry smiled at Nate’s face on the monitor as she turned.
Dylan switched off the television and searched his email for names and addresses. “Looks like I’ll be in the neighborhood most of the day. Call me if you need anything.” He, too, addressed Jerry but stared at Ethan.
“Sure, sure. We’ll be fine. Come back by for lunch, if you like. The fridge is stocked.” Jerry stopped pacing long enough to say goodbye to Dylan.
“I may do that. Barnes.” Dylan’s unsmiling nod was a warning in itself.
Ethan was glad to see the