Page 12 of Down and Dirty

“Answers,” Keaton said and pulled up something on his phone. He slid it across the table. “Swipe right through all of them and you’ll understand.”

I picked up his phone and stared at a picture of Ann as she’d looked last night. The poor woman looked just as I remembered her. I swiped right, and my breath caught.

The rest of the pictures weren’t pictures of dead women. They were pictures of several more girls. Seven to be exact, four of whom were in the landfill.

I lifted my gaze to his. “You were hunting for all of them, not just Ann?”

“Yep.”

“You were tracking a serial killer?”

“And I could use your help.” He nodded and sipped his coffee.

“How?”

“You said that Ann appeared to you,” Jimbo asked.

“Yeah.”

“And you saw the others on the hills, right?” Jimbo asked.

“Quit pussyfooting around, Jimbo,” Keaton said while pinning me with an intense stare. “I want you to help me find the others, just like you did those four.”

My brows knit together. “You think this guy is local, Jimbo?”

“No,” Keaton answered.

“I didn’t ask you,” I said, sliding the phone back across the table.

“Jimbo?”

“I think he has ties to the community, Faith. So far all of the victims are from Greenbridge, the town Keaton’s from. The only missing woman in these parts I believe could be a victim is…”

“Mary.” Her name was whispered from my lips. Her picture hadn’t been included in the ones that I’d just looked through on Keaton’s phone. “You’re sure?”

“Who's Mary?” Keaton asked.

“I believe so, Faith. She’s missing too,” Jimbo answered, ignoring Keaton.

“Who the hell is Mary?” Keaton growled.

I picked up a piece of toast and chewed as I rose from the table. “I’ll let you fill Detective Impatient in while I go find my shoes.”

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