“His hair was dark blond.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then went on. “Though I remember thinking it looked an awful lot like a wig. A very good one, but you see, I have a real eye for those things ever since a close friend of mine lost her hair several years ago. I guess the poor young man had alopecia or something.”
Or he was pretending to be an agent and simply trying to disguise himself. “And his eyes?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Blue or green, I think? Why?”
I didn’t want to frighten her by telling her what I really thought: that the ‘agent’ who came to speak to her may have been the serial killer himself. I was damn sure that he was targeting members of this enigmatic organization, whoever the hell they were, and he was looking for an address for the rest of them. After killing Ted Halloran, who probably hadn’t offered up any good information, he came here and posed as an FBI agent to Paula, hoping she could unwittingly tell him what he needed to know.
“Just wondering. Thank you, Paula. You’ve been very helpful.”
She showed me out, and I returned to my car, my heart thudding. I was getting closer to the Heartbreaker. Closer than any living person before, with the exception of Celeste Riley, if she had truly been taken by him. There was still a lot to go over and a lot to discover, but I’d never felt this sure about anything. I could feel it in my bones.
Soon, I would be close enough to touch him.