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“Seems rather convenient in that case.” Had he suggested deranged fans to take their attention off him? Much the same as the knife and playing card made it feel like the work of a ruthless repeat killer?
“I’m sure you can find out more from her agent or publisher. Some emailed all the time.”
Felicity’s phone might hold the names of the regulars. Then she and Trent could work with Detective Briggs in Digital Forensics to track them down through their IP addresses. They didn’t need Luis to access her phone, but she was curious if he knew her passcode. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to unlock her phone, would you?”
“Her fingerprint or a pattern.” Luis drew it in the air with a fingertip. “No passcode that I know of.”
There was no hesitation on his part in disclosing his knowledge. “Do that again, please.”
Luis did, and she committed the action to memory. Trent was hunched over his notebook, likely recording the pattern in a diagram.
“Fantastic. That is a big help.” Now Amanda couldn’t wait to get her hands on Felicity’s phone. She handed her card to Luis. “Call if you think of something or someone specific after we leave. Number’s on there.”
“Okay.”
She wasn’t sure exactly what to make of Luis’s reaction to the news—genuine shock and grief or an act. With that said, she wasn’t leaving because she thought him innocent, but rather, they had yet to build a solid case against him. The lack of an alibi certainly wasn’t enough to get charges to stick. If they could establish a pattern to his behavior, possibly by speaking with Felicity’s neighbors, they might find that he came around when Felicity hadn’t welcomed his presence.
She and Trent left Luis and Kaitlyn. A quick talk to the neighbor across the hall confirmed she’d seen Kaitlyn last night. She had no idea whether Luis had been home.
Back in the car, Trent cranked up the air conditioning.
“Why are we leaving without that guy?” Trent said as he pulled his seat belt across. “He’s guilty as hell to me. He certainly has motive.”
“We need more.”
“Sometimes the hoops we have to jump through are painful.”
“Better to put in the work and arrest the right guy. We wouldn’t want to put an innocent person behind bars.”
“Guess we can’t lock up the guy for being a douchebag.” He looked over at her and smiled.
“Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, unfortunately.”
“Navarro brought up psychos imitating Felicity’s work. It is possible the killer was recreating a scene from one of her novels. We should probably start reading, beginning with the bestseller.”
“I thought the same.” Not that she was looking forward to it. Her phone rang, and caller ID told her it was Logan. “I’ve got to get this.” She tucked in toward the door and answered with a smile. “Hey.”
“Hey there, gorgeous. So, me and the guys just finished up, and we’re thinking of going back to our place. You know, to have some beers, sacrifice meat to the altar, and just hang out. It’s such a gorgeous day.”
Our place… She was still getting used to that, as if she were betraying her late husband’s memory by living with another man. Logan must still be adjusting too as it felt like he was running the evening’s plans past her for approval.
“Mandy, you hear me?”
“Yeah. It’s your place too. Why not?”
“I realize that. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have anything else planned.”
Of course, he was just being considerate. “That’s fine. Sounds good.” How did she tell him she got herself wrapped up in a murder investigation during their vacation?
“I sense a but coming.”
“I’m working a case.” There was no sugarcoating this.
“I don’t understand.” Any excitement that had fired his voice was gone.
“You remember my mentioning a voicemail I got yesterday?”
“From that author who had procedural questions?”
