Delores Fossen - Always A Lawman

“Theo might have gotten a threatening email, too. Have you been in touch with him?” Hector asked her.

“No. I haven’t spoken to him in over a year. I don’t even have a phone number for him.”

Nor did she know who to contact to get one. As a DEA agent, Theo spent a lot of time on deep-cover assignments, and if the copycat/killer had managed to send Theo an email, then he or she was well connected with insider Justice Department information.

Not exactly a comforting thought if it was true.

“We have an ID on our young suspect,” Cameron announced as soon as he finished his latest call. “We got a match on his prints because he’s a missing person. His name is Billy Coleman.”

Jodi repeated that a couple of times to see if she recognized it. She didn’t.

“He’s a runaway,” Cameron continued. “His parents filed a missing person report about a year ago. Not for the first time, either. He’s run away at least two other times. He’s seventeen, and judging from his juvie record, he’s paranoid schizophrenic. My guess is he’s probably off his meds.”

Gabriel cursed. And Jodi knew why. Billy was no doubt going to plead mental incompetence, and they might never get answers as to why he’d committed this horrible crime.

But something about that didn’t sound right.

“Billy called a lawyer,” Jodi pointed out.

“Yeah,” Gabriel agreed, and he cursed again. “And he had the name and phone number of the attorney when he got here to the sheriff’s office. Not something a runaway teen would necessarily have.”

“Especially since he’s not from a wealthy family,” Cameron supplied. “His parents both work at blue-collar jobs.”

So, that confirmed that someone had likely put Billy up to doing this, and if so, that meant he was just another victim of this tangled mess.

“What about the dead guy?” Gabriel asked Cameron. “Any ID on him yet?”

“No. His prints weren’t in the system, so we’ll have to try to get an ID by searching through missing person reports and getting his picture out to the press.”

That might take a while. Especially if the man was homeless and no one was looking for him.

“I really think you should let me take you home,” Hector said, turning back to her. “Gabriel can fill you in on anything that happens, including whatever the suspect says in the interview.”

She was shaking her head before Hector even finished. “I’m staying here.” And she didn’t leave any room for argument in her tone.

Hector gave a heavy sigh and looked at Gabriel as if he expected him to force her to leave. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for Jodi to be out anywhere right now,” Gabriel answered. “She’ll be safer here.”

Jodi was more than a little surprised that Gabriel had backed her up. Then she realized why he’d done that. Because she was almost certainly in danger from the person who was manipulating Billy. Gabriel probably didn’t want to be a part of another attack that could leave her dead.

“Just go,” Jodi told Hector. “I’ll be fine.”

He obviously knew that “fine” part was a lie. Was also obviously not happy about being dismissed. But he didn’t get a chance to voice that unhappiness. That’s because Jameson finished his phone call, and he got up from his desk, making a beeline toward them.

“There were prints on the knife,” Jameson said, “and the CSIs got an immediate hit.” He snapped toward Jodi, and that definitely wasn’t a friendly expression he was sporting. “Is there something you want to tell us?” he demanded.

Jodi shook her head, not understanding why Gabriel’s brother looked ready to blast her to smithereens.

But she soon found out.

Jameson turned to his brother to finish delivering the news. “It’s Jodi’s prints on the knife.”

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