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beat too late. As displeased as they were with each other, Isabella knew Kellan would never withhold potential evidence. He was pissed, not dirty.
    She cleared her throat and tried for round two. “What I meant was, are these the only suspicious items your team found from the entire house,” she qualified, but still, Walker’s expression remained as unmoved as it was chilly.
    “Still yes.”
    Alrighty then . Although she had to bite her tongue to do it, she focused on the evidence in front of her. Kneeling down to the concrete, she picked up the photographs, dropping her stare over the first one in the pile.
    And her breath came to a crashing halt in her lungs.
    “Jesus.” The photograph showed a young woman in profile, her face turned just far enough away from the camera to be useless to any sort of recognition software. Bent halfway over a crushed velvet settee, she wore a lacy black tank top and matching thong underwear, both pulled provocatively low. Her hands were bound behind her with a thin length of nylon rope tied in an intricate knot reaching halfway up her forearms, her back arched at a sharp angle as if her hair was being yanked by someone just outside the camera’s range. The corner of her darkly lipsticked mouth was pulled into a tight grimace that further supported the guess, and Isabella’s heart took a potshot at her breastbone as the rest of the photo registered. The angry red marks covering the woman’s wrists beneath the bindings looked fresh.
    The bruises on her throat didn’t.
    “Yeah,” Kellan said, the word going soft at the edges. “That’s why we called.”
    Isabella flipped through the rest of the photos—twenty-two in all, of what appeared to be five different women all in the same setting and same basic pose—before swallowing past the knot in her throat and handing them over to Sinclair. Don’t go back there. Don’t think about it. Don’t. “These items were inside the lock box with the pictures?”
    Walker nodded. “The rest of the closet is empty and nothing else was on the shelf. These fell out of the box with the pictures.” He pointed to the baggie full of jewelry and the bundle of rope, the same thin, white nylon kind used in the photos.
    Unfortunately, it was used in a ton of other places, too, and the rope on the floor looked brand new. “Okay.” Her brain spun, trying to calculate how long it would take to get a crime scene unit out here. Chances were there was little to no evidence to go on in the rest of the house, especially after the fire, but who knew. They might get lucky. “Thanks for calling this in.”
    “I take it Seventeen is done with the scene?” Sinclair asked, and Captain Bridges answered with a tight nod.
    “The house will still be monitored by the RFD for the next twenty-four hours to make sure nothing flares back up. But yes. We’re about to head out.”
    “Okay, thanks. We’ll let you know if we need anything else. Sharp eyes, Walker.”
    “Just doing my job, Sergeant.”
    Although he delivered the words without attitude, they bulls-eyed into Isabella’s sternum all the same. She flicked a nanosecond’s worth of a glance at Kellan, but he’d already aimed his boots toward the door. Which was fine, really, because she had work to do.
    I trusted you, and you put my sister’s life at risk! That fucking psycho nearly killed her, Moreno. Do you have any idea what I could’ve lost?
    Isabella’s heart twisted involuntarily, her mouth going dry as the image of a bright-eyed girl with dark braids and an entire life to live flashed through her mind’s eye.
    Yeah. Even if Kellan didn’t know it, Isabella had every idea of what he could’ve lost.
    And wasn’t that all the more reason to focus on nailing whoever was hurting women in the here and now?
    “I’ll go ahead and do a quick look-see to make sure nothing got missed from the closet down here. Then I’ll call the fire marshal’s office to let him know we’ll need full access for