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pavements is more my style.” When the FBI asked him to sit at a desk all day and search for cyber crime he had turned them down. Sure, he still searched the internet on his off hours, sometimes sending something suspicious their way, but that type of life wasn’t for him.
    “Our loss.” Ingram motioned his head to the door. “Shall we?”
    The other two agents wheeled the case board into the conference room, placing it against a far wall. Once everyone was inside, Cassidy told them of what had transpired over the last two days and her’s and Colin’s suspicions that they were looking at more than one killer.
    Ingram nodded several times during Cassidy’s speech. “Agent Weston will provide a press release and make a statement to the press. We’ll notify the Lawton police and visit the latest victim’s family.”
    Cassidy crossed her arms. “I do hope you will continue to let us investigate.”
    “Of course. You’ve had direct contact from the unsub. We’ll keep all channels of communication open and will ask that you do the same. In fact, we insist the two of you follow any leads you may have.” With a thin-lipped smile, the three agents left the room.
    Follow the leads. He knew darn well they didn’t have any. He was amusing himself with the fact Colin chose to hit the streets rather than work for the FBI. He met Cassidy’s stern gaze. “Where to?”
    “I want to revisit the crime scene. I feel like we’re missing something.” She grabbed a black hoodie from the back of a chair. “When we were out there before, I felt like we were being watched.”
    Colin froze mid-stride. “You think the unsub was there?”
    “Not sure. It could be nothing more than the heebie jeebies from a dead body, but I’d still like to take a look.”
    Colin wasn’t going to disregard her intuition. Life had taught him to listen to a woman’s gut feeling. He dashed into their office long enough to grab a light jacket from the back of his chair and rushed to meet Cassidy at the jeep.
    Rain fell in a steady stream, the autumn day dark and drab. Fitting for a murder scene. He clicked his seat belt into place and listened to the steady thump of the wiper blades. He almost requested they wait until the next day to search the woods, but if the rain continued for too long, any signs could be washed away. They couldn’t take that chance.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you turned down the FBI?” Cassidy cut him a sideways glance.
    “It was in my file.”
    “I didn’t read your file.”
    “Maybe you should have.” He quirked his mouth. “I read every page of yours.”
    She frowned. “Good for you.” She turned down the road that led to the hiking trail. When they stopped, she grabbed her camera and case from the trunk, and headed into the trees.
    Yellow crime scene tape sagged under the increasing rain. After slipping a protective cover over her phone, Cassidy pulled up her hood. She stepped to the edge of the crime scene and looked to her left.
    “There,” she said. “Earlier, I thought I heard something.”
    Colin unlatched his gun. “Let’s take a closer look.”
    Shaking the rain from his hair, he led the way in the direction she pointed. He stopped a few feet into a thick stand of trees. “Someone stood here.” He squatted. “See the prints? Looks like a size eleven gym shoe.” Why hadn’t she said something earlier?
    “Here is a scrap of fabric. Could be from our unsub.”
    Colin stood. “If you thought someone was watching, why didn’t you say anything?”
    “I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until I thought more about it that I remembered.” She snapped a picture of the fabric on the branch, then used tweezers to pull it free. She dropped it into a small bag. “At first, I thought it nothing more than nerves.”
    “You’ve got good instincts, Cassidy. Trust them.” He placed his foot beside the print while Cassidy took a picture. “Even if nothing pans out, go with every gut feeling.”
    “I usually