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that.
    “Want to take a ride with me?”
    The plane nosed into the terminal and passengers began moving toward the door. “Sure. Where we going?” He tried to sound light, but he sensed this wasn’t a pleasure trip. Neither he nor Fia were very good at telepathing long distance, but he knew from the tone of her voice that this was business. Ugly business, if he had to guess.
    “Northeast Virginia. On the peninsula. I need—” she was quiet for a breath—“I need your perspective.”
    “This an official case?”
    “Does it matter?”
    He smiled. “No.”
    “I’m already on my way.”
    He heard an elevator ding.
    “Pick you up outside of baggage,” she said.
    “I don’t have any baggage.”
    “Yeah,” she chuckled. “Right.”
     
    Macy was done by midafternoon and made arrangements with the homeowners to return in a week. By then, she would have had time to look at the photographer’s prelim shots and have a better idea of exactly what she wanted her to take for the spread.
    Ordinarily, Macy would have gone home. Home to read. Home to work. Instead, she drove east, not knowing where she was going or why. She wasn’t surprised when the disposable cell phone on the car seat beside her rang.
    “Special Agent Kahill,” Macy said into the phone.
    “You were expecting me.”
    “I don’t give my number out to many people,” she said glibly.
    “If you’d give me your permanent number, this would be a whole lot easier.”
    “But it wouldn’t be as much fun, would it, Special Agent Kahill? You wouldn’t be able to spend all those hours contemplating who I am and why I picked you.”
    “Good point,” Fia agreed.
    They were both stalling. Macy could feel the dread again, creeping up with long, black claws. In the moment of silence, she knew Fia felt it, too.
    “You were right,” the FBI agent said on the other end of the phone. There was no emotion in her voice.
    “Where?”
    “Outside a little town called Accomack on the eastern shore of Virginia.”
    Macy knew the area. She knew the whole country. She’d been to almost every state in the Union. Driven through most. Running. Always running.
    “Maggie?” Fia said after a moment.
    “I’m still here.”
    “I want you to think about meeting me. There,” she said.
    “There?” Macy shook her head. She signaled, glanced over her shoulder and passed an SUV pulling a pop-up camper. She tried not to look at the happy faces of the family inside as she cruised by. “Oh, no. I’m not going there. I don’t want to see them.”
    “No. You don’t have to,” Fia said quickly. “It wouldn’t be allowed, anyway. Let me go to the scene, then we could meet. Maybe you could help me out. Help us catch this guy.”
    “I can’t help you,” Macy said incredulously. “This was a bad idea. I should never have called you. I’m going to hang up now.”
    “No, no. Don’t hang up. Maggie?”
    Macy signaled and edged back into the right lane.
    “Maggie, listen to me. I don’t know what your connection is to the guy, but I know it’s got to be personal. I know you want me to catch him.”
    Macy didn’t say anything.
    “If you didn’t want to help catch him, you wouldn’t keep calling me. You wouldn’t keep checking on the cases. You wouldn’t keep making sure we were doing our job.”
    “I…I just call because I want him caught. He…he’s a monster.”
    “It’s more than that. We’ve got plenty of monsters out there, Maggie. This is personal, somehow, between you and him. You want to help me. You need to.”
    Was that true? Did Macy want to help the FBI catch him? The idea was ridiculous. She couldn’t help. What could she do? She was helpless. She had always been helpless when it came to him.
    “Maggie?”
    “I…I don’t know if I can do it,” Macy said, her voice shaky.
    “I think you can.”
    Macy gripped the wheel, staring straight ahead. She was going in the right direction. She had been for more than an hour. It was as if she had