Sense of Evil - Kay Hooper [23]
“This might be.” Ginny handed over the message slip. “What do you think?”
Travis studied the slip, then searched his cluttered desk for a minute, finally producing a clipboard. “Here's the list we already have going. Women of the right general age reported missing within a fifty-mile radius of Hastings. We're up to ten in the last three weeks. It was twelve, but two of them came home.”
Ginny looked over the list, then picked up her message slip again and frowned. “Yeah, but the one I just got the call about is local, from that dairy farm just outside town. Her husband really sounded upset.”
“Okay, then tell the chief.” Travis shrugged. “I'm waiting for the clerk at the courthouse to get back to me about all that property Jamie Brower owned. She's got me on hold. Remind me to tell them they need some new canned music, okay? This shit is giving me a headache.”
“I don't want to interrupt the chief's meeting,” Ginny said, ignoring the irrelevant information he'd offered. “What if this is nothing?”
“And what if it's something? Go knock on the door and report the call. Better for him to be mad at an interruption than to be mad because he wasn't told something he should have been.”
“Easy for you to say,” Ginny muttered. But she turned away from the other cop's desk and headed for the conference room.
“Neither of you was born psychic?” Mallory said in surprise. “But—”
Isabel smiled, but said, “Understandably, neither one of us is all that eager to talk about what happened to us, so if you two don't mind, we won't. We're both trained investigators, of course, and I'm a profiler. Plus we have the full backing of the SCU and the resources of Quantico. But anything Hollis and I are able to glean from our abilities or spider sense will have to be considered a bonus, not something we can count on.”
Rafe eyed her. “Spider sense?”
“It's not as out there as it sounds.” She smiled. “Just our informal term for enhanced normal senses—the traditional five. Something Bishop discovered and has been able to teach most of us is how to concentrate and amplify our sight, hearing, and other senses. Like everything else, it varies from agent to agent in terms of strength, accuracy, and control. Even at its best it isn't a huge edge, but it has been known to help us out from time to time.”
“I have a question,” Mallory said.
“Only one?” Rafe murmured.
“Shoot,” Isabel invited.
“Why you? I mean, why did this Bishop of yours pick you to come down here? You fit the victim profile to a T, unless there's been a change I don't know about.”
“It gets worse,” Rafe told his detective, his voice grim. “Isabel believes our killer has already spotted her. And added her to his list of must-kill blondes.”
“Well, I can't say I'm all that surprised.” Mallory lifted a brow at the blond agent. “So why're you still here? Bait?”
“No,” Rafe said immediately.
Isabel said, “We have some time before it becomes an issue. This bastard gets to know his victims before he kills them, or at least has to feel that he knows them, and he doesn't know me. In any case, the reason why I'm here is much more compelling than any risk I face as a possible target.”
“And that reason is?”
“As I told Rafe yesterday, patterns and connections are everywhere, if we only know how to look for them.” Isabel spoke slowly. “I have a connection with this killer. He killed a friend of mine ten years ago, and five years ago I was involved in the investigation in Alabama of the second series of murders.”
Mallory was frowning, intent. “Are you saying you know him? But if you know him, doesn't that mean he knows you? Knows you the way he has to know his victims? That thing that's rapidly becoming an issue?”
“No. I wasn't in law enforcement when my friend was killed, I was just another shocked and grieving part of her life—and her death. And I was