“We don’t pick a suspect because he feels right. We pick him because the pieces fit.”
“What’s next?” Jenkins asked.
“Separate rooms,” Tucker said. “Keller. Raines. Sinclair. Benton. Ask about power. About humiliation.”
Burke looked at Sara’s frozen image.
Find where he first lost control.
When they did, it would split wide.
Later
Burke turned the evidence bag in his hand.
Save for the fire.
“He mentioned the fire,” Burke said.
Calder looked up. “That detail isn’t public.”
“No.”
“So either he dug for it… or he had a reason to.”
“The scar,” Calder said.
Burke said nothing.
“If someone saw it, they could’ve gone looking.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll need the full file.”
“Formal request.”
“You’ll have it.”
44
The Watcher
Six feeds ran across the monitor.
Overhead. Door. Desk. Bed. Skylights. Wide angle.
He adjusted the zoom with two fingers, isolating her at the desk.
High and clean. Tucked into a corner she hadn’t found yet.
Tessa Quinn sat in the chair instead of the bed, a journal open on her knees.
She wasn’t writing.
Good.
It meant she still believed she had a choice.
