Page 87 of The Last Close Call

Liz frowned down at the photo. “She gave this to you?”

“Yep. Along with the jewelry catalog showing the necklace that was stolen from her house the week before her attack.”

“Who wrote this welcome message on here?” Liz asked.

“No idea. But it gave her the creeps, so she collected the flyer with a tissue and put it in a bag for me.”

“Well, did you send it in for prints?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” Bryan said. “No prints whatsoever.”

Liz’s eyebrows arched. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“The house where she was attacked is less than a mile from this pizza place,” Liz said.

“I know.”

Bryan held her gaze, and he could see her coming to the same conclusion he had. If—for some strange reason—a Mario’s employee had been going around passing out flyers at a random apartment complex nowhere near the restaurant—wouldn’t he have left fingerprints?

“Damn.” Liz looked at the screen. “She moved, didn’t she? Do you know where she’s living now?”

“A low-rise over by Zilker Park.”

“Doorman?”

“No. But there’s keycard entry and security cams.”

“Hmm.”

They didn’t say anything as they stared at the computer screen. If someone wanted to know Evelyn’s new address, all he would have had to do was follow her from the house she’d just put up for sale over to her new place.

Would Will Anderson do that? Was he fixated enough on one of his past victims to start stalking her yet again? And why would he be focused on Evelyn if his new hunting ground was in San Antonio?

“This asshole is sick,” Liz said. “After everything she’s been through, now he’s taunting her.”

“That’s my take, too.”

“Never in my life have I wanted a collar this bad.”

Bryan stared at the computer screen, thinking of Evie swinging her daughter in the air at that park Friday.

Jack walked into the bullpen, and the look on his face put Bryan on instant alert.

“Where’s the L-T?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know,” Liz said. “Why? What happened?”

“We got a location.”

EIGHTEEN

Rowan would have liked to have been in Joy’s cozy library again, but instead Joy had set them up at her kitchen table, where they’d spent the evening surrounded by legal pads, laptop computers, and cartons of food from Hunan House.

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