“On my way.”
Swallowing, Undertaker lets out a long breath. “Don’t get tunnel vision again. You almost lost Jamie the last time you triedto find this asshole. She won’t stick around if you do it all again. Keep your shit together.”
It doesn’t take long before Colt and Brock both show up, and Brock looks around, confused. “What’s going on?”
“I’m pretty sure Gerard wasn’t lying about this Phillip guy,” Undertaker says.
The air shifts, and Colt shuts the doors. “What are you talking about?”
“This box just showed up here today. Nina’s roommate sent it to me eight months ago when she returned home. It hit quite a few places before it finally got here once the colonel figured out how to find me.”
“Wait, some of these are the Griffin’s Beach victims,” Brock says. “And more. A lot more.”
He nods. “Nina started looking into Phillip after he killed Dina. Dina was Aaron’s fiancée when he died, and she lost her way. No matter how much Nina tried, she couldn’t bring Dina back from her depression. Turned to drugs and turning tricks.”
“Wait, did you say Phillip?” Colt asks.
Pulling a picture from the table, he holds it up to show them. “This is who she identified as Phillip.”
“That’s not Gerard,” Brock says.
“There’s something else you need to see. The reason I called.”
Colt takes the pictures Undertaker hands him, and his eyes widen. “What the fuck?”
“What?” Brock asks and looks over his shoulder. “Oh shit.”
They spread out all the pictures on the table, but Colt never takes his eyes from the ones taken in some sort of shop. Along two large walls are pictures upon pictures of Lex.
“These aren’t recent,” Colt says and points at one in a zoomed in shot. “This was from my sixteenth birthday party. And this one doesn’t look familiar at all. Based on how she looks, I’d guessthis was from her time in Arizona. But then this one over here is from Summerville.”
“Wait, isn’t that the house we found Dani in?” Brock asks, pointing to a picture of Lex talking to a Kingsmen member outside of a house.
He nods. “This motherfucker has been following her since she was a teenager? And still is?”
“Gerard was right,” Brock says.
“And we killed the only link we had to Phillip.”
Undertaker sorts through the pictures of women and men. “There are thirty-three women. Thirty-four if we add Nina to the count. And thirty-three men.”
“Do these guys kind of look like Zane to either of you?” Colt asks.
Gasping, Brock nods. “They do. Jesus. This has to be related to VP, right? What are the odds that someone would target people who look like both of his kids without hating him?”
“But you found nothing, right?” Undertaker says. “Both you and Grayson?”
Colt braces himself on the table as he stares at the mural of Lex pictures. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Gerard said Lex would be Phillip’s final victim. That he’s laying low until the time is right. And he mentioned this wall of pictures.”
Closing his eyes, Brock sighs. “Yeah, he did.”
“That would make thirty-five women if he goes after Lex, that we know of,” Undertaker says. “There could also be more male victims we don’t know about. What if he killed a man at the same time he did Nina? What if Zane will be the thirty-fifth male victim?”
“I don’t give a fuck about Zane,” Colt says and runs his fingers over the pictures of Lex. “But this motherfucker can’t have my wife.”
“What do we do?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t have a fucking clue.”
