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shows didn’t have the impact on criminals and jurors that they might have today.”
    Will put up Jessica’s picture. A brunette. “You can see that Glenn has no preference as to type: Bethany and Brandi were Caucasian, Jessica a Latina. What they had in common were their good looks, and all were strippers at RJ’s.”
    “And hadn’t each victim dated Glenn at some point?” Carina asked.
    “All but his last, Anna Clark.”
    “If you knew Glenn was the killer, why didn’t we follow him?” she asked.
    “We did, but—” Will didn’t want to get into it. He wasn’t about to publicly criticize his former partner. Water under the bridge. Frank was no longer a cop. He could do no more damage.
    “Anyway,” Will continued as if the question wasn’t asked, “Glenn had a loose alibi for Jessica’s murder, which was one month after Brandi was killed. We were all over him at the time, pulled him into interview, but again had no hard evidence. A week after Jessica, he killed Anna Clark. He shook our tail.”
    He put Anna’s picture up. Black hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Sweet. And in death? He put up the crime scene photo. In death she was another mangled body, another crime victim in a police file.
    He took a deep breath. It could have been Robin. And in his heart, he believed Glenn had meant to kill Robin all along.
    “The crime scene is a mess,” Carina said. “What happened?”
    “Anna’s roommate came home and tripped over the body in the dark.” Will’s stomach lurched, picturing Robin in the dark, slipping and falling in Anna’s blood. When he’d arrived at the scene only minutes later she had been huddled and shaking outside her apartment door, holding a cat drenched in his owner’s blood. “In fact, the entire scene was compromised. But Glenn was careless this time: though he bleached Anna’s body, several of his hairs were found in Anna’s fist.”
    “What about sexual assault?” Carina asked. She’d been flipping through the files, reading the reports.
    “None,” Will said. “He didn’t rape or have sex with his victims immediately prior to their murders. He did have consensual sex with all the victims, with the possible exception of Anna Clark, weeks or months before their deaths. Anna Clark was a lesbian. She wouldn’t have had consensual sex with Glenn.”
    “He doesn’t sound like your garden variety serial killer,” Carina said.
    “He isn’t,” Will said. “He’s smart. Very smart. Do not underestimate Theodore Glenn.”
    “Next step?” Carina asked.
    Will turned to Diaz. “You finish the warning calls to witnesses. I want the rest of you to split the city and start canvassing motels, hotels, and dive apartments that rent by the week. Flash Glenn’s picture around to anyone and everyone. If everyone is looking for him, he can’t hide for long.”
    “You really think he’s going to come here and not try to leave the country?”
    “I know it.”
     
    Trinity Lange listened intently to Chief Causey’s bland, perfunctory report to the press on Theodore Glenn’s escape and the subsequent response of the San Diego Police Department.
    She had better information off CNN and Fox News. She glanced behind Causey to where Detective Will Hooper stood, deceptively casual. He was watching the crowd. Looking for Glenn? Feeling out the audience?
    What did the cops know that they weren’t telling?
    Trinity had made a name for herself as a crime reporter, starting as a freelancer and working her way up to a star reporter with her own monthly show. She’d had every major law enforcement officer from the Attorney General down to the smallest police chief on her television program, and her ratings continued to grow. It was just a matter of time before she had New York knocking at her door.
    She didn’t honestly believe that Theodore Glenn would show his face in San Diego. She’d followed the trial closely, listened to him, even interviewed him in lockup. He wasn’t a dumb