Page 94 of I'm Watching You

‘No.’

‘Any sign of the hand?’

‘Not yet.’ Warwick shoved the notebook in his back pocket. ‘I reviewed the Channel 10 news tape from Monday. The cameraman caught the edge of a vehicle arriving at Sanctuary and a delivery man sprinting to the door with a flower box. The tape shuts off before he turns.I can’t tell what kind of vehicle it was and the driver is unrecognizable.’

‘You think it was the Guardian?’

Warwick nodded as he stared at Saunders’s body.

The rumble of a truck had them both turning. The Channel 10 news van rolled to a stop.

Kendall Shaw got out. She looked cool and sophisticated as her gaze scanned the scene. A faint smile danced behind her eyes.

‘Speak of the devil,’ Warwick said, staring at her. ‘She’s eating this up with a spoon.’

‘This story will be national by tomorrow.’

Zack watched the reporter approach the yellow tape. The uniforms blocked her advance. The patrolman would keep her out of their hair for the time being.

‘Where is Lindsay now?’ Warwick said.

The image of her fleeing his house an hour ago dug at him. ‘I’m guessing she’s at home.’

‘We’d better head over there.’

‘You’re right. If the Guardian repeats his last performance, she’s going to get another hand.’

‘She also has questions to answer,’ Warwick said.

‘Let’s go.’

The forensics van arrived. Sara got out and Kendall Shaw was forgotten. The tedious process of data collection began.

As Kendall Shaw watched Kier and Warwick leave the murder scene, she tapped a manicured finger against the side of her microphone. ‘Now why are they leaving?’

Her cameraman, Mike, a tall burly man with a walrusmustache, hoisted a camera on his shoulder. ‘Is it important?’

‘He’s investigating a murder and he leaves five minutes after arriving with the other lead detective. You know he’s married to Lindsay O’Neil?’

‘No shit?’

‘Yeah. I searched her name at the Department of Vital Statistics. Their marriage license popped up.’

‘They don’t act like they’re married.’

‘Separated.’

Where was Lindsay’s husband going? She’d bet money that he was headed out to find Lindsay.

‘Hurry up and shoot as much as you can.’

‘I’m not going to get much. The cops have us too far back and they’ve parked their vans right in front of the body.’

‘Can we get enough if I need to fall back and write a report?’

‘Give me twenty minutes.’

‘Good. After you’re finished we’re leaving.’

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