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isn’t. He’s a brunette. Not yet gray. He won’t turn to look. I’m nearly past now. There are five cars. Dark blue SUV. Black Mini. On the other side, a gray Japanese compact. A beige Jeep with a palm tree on the door. A silver Prius.” 
    Then Brendan and his skateboard were past the structure.
    As quickly as she could, she dropped Brendan’s hand. Her shoes clattered to the floor, and as her purse slid off her shoulder, the parking structure started to spin. Suddenly, she was leaning backward into Mac’s chest and she felt his arm circle her waist from behind. With both hands, she grabbed the steely and steadying muscles over her midriff as he supported her from behind. As she blinked, the world finally came back into focus, including Brendan’s elated face.
    “I remember the Jeep!” he said.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Mac had to admit, it was a good act. 
    As they headed back to the command post at the house, he’d gone over it in his mind. Three of the vehicles that Isabelle had mentioned were still parked where she’d ‘seen’ them. No trick there. A quick rundown of vehicles registered for permits in the structure might help to eliminate one or the other of the remaining two cars, though maybe not both–leaving one as a visitor. Even so, Isabelle hadn’t seen any license plates. That would really have helped. And if all they had to go on was a black Mini or a gray Japanese compact, that wasn’t going to be enough.
    The description of Esme’s clothes had been confirmed by her mother but, again, a study of her closet in the dorms might have led to an educated guess on what colors Esme liked to wear. Besides, it was the kidnapper for whom they needed a description, not Esme. And Isabelle’s description of him had added little more than Brendan’s.
    Mac crossed his arms over his chest and glared out the front window. Six lanes of traffic, virtually bumper to bumper, all going nowhere. Rush hour in LA was the worst kind of oxymoron. They’d hardly gone a mile in the last five minutes. He could have got out and run it in less time.
    He glanced at Isabelle in the rear view mirror, sitting behind the sergeant. She’d seemed subdued since they’d left the parking structure.
    It’d taken the rest of the afternoon to question drivers as they’d returned to their vehicles and were cleared one by one. Everything that had been on any floor of the structure had been retrieved and bagged according to location, by floor. He had noted that Isabelle had intently watched the objects being collected, occasionally reaching to the button of her glove but apparently thinking better of it. Mac had asked Brendan to stay on the remote chance that, if the man in the dark suit showed up, Brendan might recognize him. But as the cars had cleared out and no new ones were permitted entry, it became clear that the highly unlikely wasn’t going to happen–the man in the dark suit wasn’t going to saunter in and walk up to his car. 
    They weren’t going to get lucky. 
    But Mac already knew it wasn’t going to amount to luck. He’d pulled police reports for the campus going back three months. Esme’s bedroom at the house, the dorm room, and also the parking structure had been photographed. He’d even asked for a weather report for yesterday morning. There was no knowing where the telling clue would be found because it was only when the entire body of evidence was together that he’d see how it was interconnected. Even so, he’d begun to formulate a picture.
    The abductor had been organized by virtue of the fact that he’d been premeditated, selecting an out of the way locale that was dark, a time of day that was less heavily trafficked, and a victim who was low risk for him, someone he could overpower easily. He was likely a sexual predator, whether that gratification came from sex itself or something else involving the victim, because there had been no ransom call. And Esme was likely not his first