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suggest to Brooke,” she said, referring to the staff psychiatrist, Dr. Brooke Madison. “The other family was what, only three, four miles from here?”
    “Three point seven.”
    “Damn, you’re good.” She winked at him. “Like I said, let’s scope the local schools. Hey, you said he left something for us.”
    Chad smacked himself on the forehead. “Shit. I almost forgot. Where’s the letter?” he called out.
    “A letter?” Holly’s mental wheels started working. This could be a big break for them. Before going into police work, Holly had been a nurse for the criminally insane. She hadn’t worked the psychiatric ward, but she had learned enough to play couch shrink. She attributed her reliably good intuition on criminal cases to what she had learned those couple of years working in the prison. It was also one of the reasons she believed that she had moved up the job ladder as rapidly as she had.
    Chad nodded his head.
    “I’ve got it tagged and bagged,” said Maureen Baldwin.
    “Can I see it?” Holly asked.
    The tall redhead with a knockout figure walked over carrying a clear bag with a piece of paper inside it. “Get a load of this,” she said in a husky voice.
    Holly took it and, through the plastic, read what the UNSUB had written.
    Dear Sirs,
I’m sorry that things turned out like this. I really did love my family, and I would never hurt them on purpose, especially my daughter Sara. She was so beautiful and sweet, and I know that she really loved me. But Shannon had a mind of her own, and for some reason turned her back on me. So I had to do what I had to do. I think any daddy in my situation would have done the same thing. I am very sorry.
    Fondly,
    THE VERY BEST DADDY
    P.S. I will find love again.
    A cold shiver raced down Holly’s backside. “This fuck is sicker than I thought. Does he actually think he’s the husband and father here? I mean, we know it wasn’t the real father who killed them. We also know that Patricia Collins’ husband died a couple of years ago in a car accident. Not to mention, if he didn’t kill them here, then he either came back here and wrote this after the fact, or the whole thing was planned from the beginning. He left the note, then took them and did the deed. I don’t get this at all. Why in the hell did he leave this? Sorry? He isn’t sorry at all. And I wouldn’t be shocked if he hasn’t already sought out a new set of victims. We’ve got to find him fast. He’s baiting us.”
    “We’re going to get a handwriting analysis on this,” Maureen said.
    “Good.”
    “Jennings, media just showed up,” Robb Carpenter yelled as he sauntered through the front door.
    “Damn.”
    “They want you.”
    She looked at Chad. He shook his head. She hated the media. Usually the chief did these things, but his wife was at the very end of a difficult pregnancy, and he was with her at the hospital.
    “Hey, Holly, I’ll do it. I know how you feel about those maggots,” Maureen said.
    Holly sighed. “Thanks. Don’t give them much, please.” Holly hoped she wouldn’t regret this decision. She didn’t think that Maureen was really after her job. But when it came to camera crews and inquisitive reporters, Holly got tongue-tied. She always tripped herself up, and Greenfield would be on her ass. Yes, sending Maureen out to the wolves was truly the best bet for herself and her job security.
    She watched Maureen walk briskly past the smirking Carpenter and step outside. Holly stood at the front door—within earshot but out of sight.
    At once, questions were hurled at Maureen from a swarm of reporters. “Where are the bodies, Detective? Is it true he’s a serial killer? What are you calling him?”
    “The Family Man,” one of them shouted.
    Oh, God. Now I’m really in trouble. Holly knew it was bad once the media coined a name or phrase to attach to the killer. Who was the jerk who had called in the vultures? If it was someone on the force and she found out who,