She climbed in the passenger seat. “What did you find out?”
“You’re not going to believe this,” he said before handing over his cell.
What the actual hell?
Chapter Sixteen
Rochelle’s eyes widened as she studied the screen on Camden’s phone. “The picture at the Laundromat,” she said.
“Asher Foley was born a twin,” Camden said, still trying to digest the news.
“His rap sheet is long,” she said.
“And he has a violent history,” Camden pointed out.
“Kage doesn’t have a doppelgänger,” she said as her jaw dropped.
“He has a twin,” Camden said, finishing for her.
“What are the odds?” she managed to ask.
“I didn’t believe him,” Camden said. “All this time, he knew something was off and I dismissed him as dodging justice for his crimes.”
“The mail fraud?”
“That was him,” Camden reassured. “But the violence against women, the torture, the murders—those fit with Asher’s background. He haunts Austin but his home address is a trailer park outside the city.”
“I wish there was a way to get a message to Kage that we believe he’s innocent.” She blinked a couple of times. “He doesn’t know about the twin.”
“The baseball caps make more sense to me now, as well.” Something had always been off. The niggling feeling that had been bothering Camden could finally be explained. Kage was innocent. No one believed him. “He must have seen the writingon the wall and decided to figure out what was going on for himself.”
“We missed the boat completely,” she said.
“It was impossible to predict a twin considering there’s no evidence of one on Kage’s side,” Camden reflected. Coming up with an explanation did little to ease his guilt for not giving Kage the benefit of the doubt.
“So much about this case makes sense now,” Rochelle said as she handed his cell back. “Like the bartender who said she felt like the person who came in for a second time was nothing like Kage. How he circled the dance floor like a predator.”
Camden nodded his agreement. Many puzzle pieces clicked together with this news. They needed to follow the evidence with this new information and see how much everything changed. “I think we already have the answer as to whether or not Asher knows about Kage’s existence.”
“I don’t have the impression the opposite is true.”
“Same here,” Camden said. “Now, we need to figure out where to find Kage.”
“Do you think stalking his apartment would work?”
Camden glanced at the clock. It was long after dark and Rochelle’s stomach just growled. “We’ll think better on a full stomach.”
“Okay,” she said. “Where to?”
“My house to cook?” he asked. “This seems like a good time to pause to let the new information percolate.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” she said. “I got an agreement from Sabrina to reach out to me if Asher shows up or contacts her.”
“My supervisor has an address on him,” Camden said. “It’s out of the way from my place but we could make a detour.”
“What are the chances he’ll be home?” she asked.
“If it was truly him taking shots at you, then I suspect he has a better hiding spot than his trailer,” he said as he navigatedout of the parking lot. “But you never know about people, and we would be remiss to overestimate or underestimate any individual.”