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“Gut instinct,” he admitted with a shrug. “But the evidence strongly suggests that I’m wrong on this one.”
“What if I think the same thing?”
Camden let the question hang in the air, unsure what to make of it as he watched Kage disappear into the apartment.
Chapter Eleven
Rochelle didn’t realize she was tapping her foot impatiently until Camden glanced in the back seat. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “I do the same thing when I’m deep in thought.” He paused a beat. “You were saying you agreed with me about Kage, right?”
“Something is way off in this investigation,” she said. “It’s the reason for the foot tapping.” She’d switched to tapping her thumb on the armrest. Realizing the shift, she clasped her hands in her lap.
“I know,” he agreed.
“But what?”
“That’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question,” he said with a small laugh. Something needed to break the tension.
“We can’t ignore the fact Kage was photographed leaving the nightclub with Justina on the night she disappeared,” she finally said.
“We’ll take him with us to the Laundromat and see if the owner caught the victim talking to or leaving with Kage,” he said.
“It’s a strange coincidence, isn’t it? Kage visiting both places.” What other reason could there be except the obvious one. Kage was responsible. “And he seemed different this time.”
“The gravity of what he could be charged with hit,” Camden said.
“I noticed that too.” She realized she’d been clenching her fingers together.Breathe.
“Is there any way he could be right about having a doppelgänger?” Camden asked.
“You always hear people saying that everyone has one,” Rochelle said, compressing her lips. “Not sure that I believe it one hundred percent but the footage of Kage coming out of the clubissomewhat grainy.”
“The bartender said he acted differently when he came back inside the bar a second time,” he pointed out. “Could be something there.”
“We can study the footage again once we get home,” she said, but then corrected, “Get toyourplace.”
“It can’t hurt, right?” he asked, but the question was rhetorical.
“You’re still bothered by the baseball caps, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“You don’t think it could be used to throw people like us off the trail?” she asked.
“I don’t have proof,” he said.
Rochelle studied the path to Kage’s apartment. “He should be back by now.”
“Or at the very least walking toward us,” he said as they both exited the truck in a flurry.
The front door was ajar. Weapons drawn, Camden shouted Kage’s name as they stood at the entrance.
“We’re coming inside,” Camden shouted before entering.
The one-bedroom apartment had old brown carpeting that looked like it belonged in an office in the 1970s. The couch was almost as worn and pitiful-looking. There was a flat-screen TV sitting on wooden crates.
The decor left a lot to be desired. However, nothing was out of place. The kitchen to the right was tidy.
