It was where he shopped, too. Damascus had a few places to shop, but this market was closer to his girlfriend’s apartment.
“She was takenAFTERthe agent was shot at,” he said, going back over yesterday’s incident.
Leah thought about it.
“The market is only a few blocks from where the agent was shot at,” she admitted. “Maybe the killer tried to off the agent, ran, popped up again here, did the deed, and went back under.”
That could be.
“We’re going to be proactive. After we leave here, we’re going to the market owner’s home, and we’re waking him up. Maybe he can get us some security tapes.”
She laughed.
“I don’t think they’ll have security,” she said. “InDamascus?Really?”
Yeah, it was a long shot, but with the two Feds, he’d rather do more than less. Leah had already given them a bad taste in their mouths.
“We should look around,” he admitted.
That worked for her.
Together, they moved around the woman’s home, and in the living room, there was a picture of Vina sitting in some man’s lap.
“That must be a boyfriend,” Dannie admitted, because there’s not really a lot of men’s things around the place. “This is definitely a chick’s home.”
That it was.
When he showed her, Leah said only one thing.
“That’s too bad.”
Yeah, it really was.
Pulling out his phone, he began rattling off a text, and that had his partner’s attention.
“Who are you texting at this time of the night?” she asked.
He showed her.
“My girl. I’m telling her to beREALLYcareful if she goes out tomorrow. I don’t like how the agent was shot at there, this market is around the corner, or how the pub and store are there too. That makes me twitchy. We haven’t connected the women, so what if this is random?”
On the first part, she agreed.
“Wouldn’t they tell us it's random?” she asked. “You know, with their great profiler and all?”
He pointed at her.
“Don’t start with them, Leah.”
She just rolled her eyes.
When he was finished texting his girl, he tucked away his phone, and they kept moving. Only, he heard his phone and pulled it back out of his pocket.
Steph was texting him, and that was odd that she was up at this time of the night.
‘I won’t go anywhere tomorrow. Text me when you’re coming by. I miss you, Handsome. You and me and a weekend off when you have some time. Love you. Steph.’
Well, at least that was handled.
