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“Lauren, you said you heard a whisper when you got home.”
Anthony’s gaze sharpened.
Lauren gave a slow nod.
“Was that whisper from Karen?” Paul asked.
Lauren hesitated. “The wind was loud. I’d just come inside.”
“Was it a woman’s voice?” Paul pressed.
She closed her eyes for a moment, blocking him out, trying to block out Anthony, too. If only it was that easy.
But she focused and tried to remember…
The milk was sliding. The shutters banging. Then a whisper.
Lauren…
“I thought it was a man’s voice.” Her eyes opened. “But I can’t swear to that.” She, of all people, knew how unreliable witness testimony could be.
“If it was a man, he could have still been inside,” Paul said, voice tightening. “He could have been there—”
“And he got away when I ran out to meet the cops.” The thunder and rain would have masked the sound of the killer’s footsteps.
“Uniforms are searching the area,” Paul said. “We can—”
Anthony gave a hard shake of his head. “That’s not good enough.” Then he rose to his full height, a height that put him a few inches above Paul. “Jon Walker grew up in this area. He knows how to vanish in these swamps.”
Knew how, and had, for months before during his previous attacks.
Sometimes he’d taken his victims with him into those swamps.
“I can find him,” Paul said, voice grim. “I can track him down.”
Anthony’s gaze burned. “When it comes to fugitive apprehension, I’m in charge of the Walker case. The marshals will be finding him.” He stared down at Lauren. “We stop him
before
he gets close to the target he wants so desperately.”
Then he backed away. Marched for the door.
Her breath rasped out on a heavy sigh. That was it? He barged in, dropped the Walker photo bombshell on her, then vanished?
She shot to her feet. Almost instantly, she found her path blocked by Paul. Gritting her teeth, she said, “I need to talk to him.”
“My captain told me to hold you, to make sure—”
“I’m not leaving the station, but I am talking to him.” She was the DA. She’d played nice with him, but she wasn’t about to let any of the cops shove her into a corner. “Follow me, but you aren’t stopping me.” The only way he could stop her would be to arrest her, and she knew that wasn’t happening.
Five years ago, Jon Walker had abducted and mutilated coeds. No, he’d
started
with coeds. The first two victims he’d killed quickly, but by victim number three—Gina Richardson—he’d changed his kill method. He’d taken Gina into the swamp. Kept her alive for days. Taken his time as he tortured her.
Hunters had discovered Gina’s body a week later. What was left of it, anyway.
The cops had been monitoring every college campus in the area. Extra security procedures had been put into place by the administrations.
Curfews were instituted, and girls had been advised to not walk alone at night on the campuses. With dead coeds, no one had been willing to take chances.
The cops had been sure that they would catch the killer.
But as the security had tightened at the colleges, Walker had just moved on to a new hunting ground. He’d abducted a waitress from an all-night diner. Then a mom of two. A stripper had been his next victim. A teenage babysitter his seventh—and the victim who had finally tripped him up.
Kathy Johnson had been hired to watch the children at 508 Marigold Place—she’d agreed to stay all night for a little extra cash so that the Petersons could enjoy an anniversary night on the town.
Walker had known about Kathy’s schedule that night. He’d known about the kids who’d been asleep upstairs—kids who hadn’t even realized what was happening in their house.
But Carolyn Peterson had gotten sick at dinner. She and her husband had canceled their anniversary plans and come home early—and they’d found Walker using his knife on sixteen-year-old Kathy.
So many bodies. So much death. And