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He told her.

“Same.”

The men at the table were smiling, and not to revel in someone’s death. Instead, it was because they were proud of her. Elizabeth had worked through the chaos and found that one string to tug.

She was to the point.

“He either wants me to think he’s there, or he’s covering his tracks. I still believe that he is covering his ass for court at a later time.”

Dex was disgusted.

“I hate assholes.”

Welcome to her world.

It was filled with them.

Now, Elizabeth took a stab at it.

“Is it cold in their house? Like the AC is pumping?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Yes, how did you know?”

Because he was setting the stage to muddy the evidence water.

He’d had his DNA planted, and now he was messing with TOD. He knew exactly how she worked, and what she needed to do her job. There was no doubt that he’d be able to prove that he never left this area during the time of the murders.

Yeah, he’d had a sneak peek into her old case files. It was a fuck you to her, so she’d know he’d used her old work to derail her.

But it hadn’t worked.

Not.

Even.

Close.

She was onto him.

“Devon paid someone to kill them, but he’s testing me. He made it cold in case I was almost there, but not quite. If I didn’t figure this clue out as quickly as I did, he’d want me to think he went back toCorpus Christiand killed the ME, and then went there to kill the minister and his wife. He’d want me chasing my own tail on this by chasing his.”

Dex hated games.

“I like vehicular homicides. Straightforward and simple,” he stated.

She laughed.

Yeah, well, her world was seldom straightforward.

That was for damn sure.

“They were definitely helping him,” she admitted, and then went there, elaborating. “I’m willing to bet my badge on the fact that he gave them all his semen and instructions to put it inside the skull’s mouths. He’d want to have it match, so I’d not figure this out too soon. Then, if it came up in court, he’d have an air-tight alibi how it wasn’t him, and he was nowhere near those scenes.”

Chris shook his head.

“He’s crazy like a fox. This is like multilayer chess. He’s got two games going at once, and he was blurring that so we would make missteps.”