“And, of course, that doesn’t mean that it’s anything relating to this case,” Jennifer said in warning.
“I know,” she snapped. “But I can’t get him out of my mind.”
“I’ll send you the file,” Jennifer said. “See if anything pops.”
“Good enough,” she said. “I’ll go over it, see if I can come up with anything.”
“It’s already almost twenty-four hours,” Jennifer said, her voice heavy. “You know what that means.”
“I know,” Kate said, “but we have to keep up hope.”
“Yes, I’m in the wrong business for that.”
Kate heard the hardclickof the phone, as the call disconnected. She sat back in her chair, rubbing her eyes. She had attempted to follow St. Laurant this morning, and now it was midafternoon of the same day. A frustratingly useless day. Just then Colby called out for her. She looked up to see him motioning at her to follow him. She got up, grabbed her coffee, walked in his office, behind him.
“What do you have for me?” he asked.
“I can tell you about the markings on the wrist,” she said, “but we don’t have decent enough photos or any mention of the marks in the old cases.”
He leaned forward. “What markings?”
She brought up photos on her phone and said, “The coroner found it on Jason, after I mentioned it.”
Colby stared at it, shook his head. “What is that?”
“As near as I can tell,” she said, “it’s like a faint wavy line, making a cartoonish set of lips.”
He looked at her in disgust. She shrugged and showed him a slight image. “Seriously?”
“I can’t tell you any more than that,” she said. “I don’t know what it means.”
“Well, I don’t like what it implies,” he snapped.
“None of us do,” she said mildly.
“I know. I know,” he said, “but I was hoping you could find a connection. Or rather I was hoping you wouldn’t find any connections.”
“I found a couple.”
“And?”
“That’s the problem,” she said. “There isn’t enough yet to bother mentioning. I’m still looking.”
“Any progress on who’s behind all this?”
She shook her head.
“What about the psychic?”
“He knows more than he’s telling,” she said. “I just don’t know what.”
“That’s it then,” he said. “Bring him in for questioning. And it’s time for you to tell the team.” She hesitated. He looked up at her and asked, “Problems?”
She stood, shoved her hands in her pockets, and said, “Maybe it’d be better if you told the team.”
He dropped his pencil, sat back, and looked at her. “Problems with the team?”
She shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle.”