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over.
    When he reentered his cell, he smiled as the door slammed shut, its lock clicking into place. It was only a matter of time now before he made his move against Jenna Ramey. Showed her that it was
him
she should be afraid of. It was
him
who would come back for her.
    He sat on his bed, looked up at the TV in the top corner that was tuned to the lovely televangelist channel the guards used as a torment device. He grinned, shook his head.
    â€˜And on the third day, they rolled the stone away only to see that the one they’d put there was no longer inside,’ he said. ‘Oh, Jenna.
Doctor
Ramey. I’m coming for you.’

Six
    Back upstairs at the bank, Jenna stood in the lobby, taking in the scene again. This time, she was ready for it, knew to be careful not to look too hard at the different bodies, speculating on how they were killed. Later, it would be worth it, but for now that would only provoke too many colors to make any sense. For the moment, much more was to be gained by assessing the crime scene’s bigger canvas as though it were one giant masterpiece orchestrated by one person. The person that was the leader of this terrorist group, the person who would have been the commander of the force. He or she would have had the final say on what went on here even if the plan had been a collaborative one.
    With that in mind, the colors didn’t seem to fly at her out of control. Instead, the gory scene was much more dilute. A horrible reality, yes, but a cohesive, dim reality rather than the bold, intense colors that had seemed to zoom around the room as if in a pinball machine when she’d first come in.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Porter and Teva approaching from the doorway, but only her eyes roamed the room as she otherwise kept completely still. As her teammates joined her and Saleda, she muttered the only thought she could definitively put into words at that second to help get them on to the same page: ‘Every attacker has a different MO, so the violence level and profile of each individual will be different. The message is the same.’
    How, I’m not entirely sure.
    â€˜Do you want to talk about the literature reference now or later?’ Porter asked.
    Good. Saleda had filled them in, by phone, she guessed. She shrugged, though she did know it played a role in at least part of a theory her mind was simmering on the backburner somewhere. ‘Now’s as a good a time as any. Oscar Wilde,
The Importance of Being Earnest,
’ she said, recalling the lapis lazuli that had washed over her at Ashlee’s words. ‘This scene is chaotic, but the people involved aren’t. Not entirely, anyway. The person at the helm whose vision we’re seeing is smart. Well-educated, if the literary reference is to be believed. Made sure we were seeing everything the way he wanted us to. Wanted to be heard but not caught, I think. Left someone alive to tell the tale, ensured the video was taken away …’
Even though the leader obviously wanted to communicate with investigators …
    â€˜That’s contradictory,’ Teva said. ‘If they wanted us to get a message they set up explicitly, why leave a living witness but pull the video?’
    â€˜Maybe the crime scene is orchestrated one way, but the video would show us it took place somehow other than the scene implies,’ Porter said.
    Jenna nodded. ‘Or the video would show too much or too little. Show us identifying information …’ Really, right now, there were too many possibilities for why the group had removed the video but left a live witness.
    â€˜No matter which scenario is the right one, they had reasons for doing it how they did, I don’t doubt,’ a voice said.
    Jenna glanced to her right to see Dodd, who had joined them. Where he’d come from, there was no telling.
    â€˜Well, terrorist groups run the gamut as far as their intentions, their motives, and the