Page 84 of Fatal Thrill
Clash rubbed a spike of hair between his finger and thumb. “What’s this Watt guy’s MO? Got a picture ofhim?”
Jon tapped at his phone. “I’m not a profiler, people, but what I know about him, and the last photo Beatrice could find, is all coming to you now. Also, a second picture where Rory did an age progression on Watt’s face so you can see what we anticipate he looks liketoday.”
Jaya’s phone buzzed along with the rest of them and she tapped it to open his text. Her body stiffened and she enlarged the first photo of Watt in camo gear, holding a rifle and standing over a five-pointbuck.
“Holy crap,” shewhispered.
The hair on Jon’s neck rose. Her face paled and her fingers trembled as she scrolled to the nextone.
“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.” Again, it was whispered as if she had lost hervoice.
“Jaya?” He reached for her. “What isit?”
Her dark eyes were scared as they came up to meet his. “You’re sure this is him? This Wattfellow?”
He tightened his grip on her. Nyx lifted her head from Jon’s lap and stared at Jaya. “You knowhim?”
She put her head in her other hand and shut her eyes for a brief second. Her chest expanded on a sharp inhale before she looked up once more. “This man? He works at the home where my mother lives. Jon, he’s one of heraides.”
