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“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” He pulled out the portable saw, flicked the switch. And grinned as the twin, toothy blades whirred.
“Oh yeah. We’re going to have the best Thanksgiving ever.”
He set the saw down, laid flat on his back, and laughed like a loon.
He honestly, sincerely, had never been happier in his life.
Eve circled, bisected, intersected, detoured, expanded, contracted. She spent more time on the ’link in an afternoon than she normally did in a month.
And couldn’t find him.
Peabody poked her head in the door, correctly gauged her lieutenant’s mood. She might have preferred just slinking off again, but ordered herself to woman-up.
“Dallas.”
“Do you know how many supervisors, managers, landlords, owners, and clerks start their stupid holiday a day early?”
“Not exactly.”
“All of them, or damn near. Everybody’s head’s up a turkey’s ass.”
“Well … lots of people have to travel to—”
“He’s not traveling,” Eve snapped out. “He’s dug in. And he’s got a target. Whoever it is isn’t going to get a nice piece of pumpkin pie tomorrow.”
“We’ve got protection on—”
“We’ve got protection on most of the people we know or have reason to believe may be a target. Most gives him room, and that doesn’t begin to cover ones we’ve missed.”
She shoved at her hair, pulled at it in frustration. “He’s a frigging amateur, Peabody. He shouldn’t have gotten through the first day, and instead, he’s had almost a week free and clear since his first kill.”
“Dallas, we didn’t even know about the first two DBs until
Monday. There was no way we could know.”
“That’s the whole thing, isn’t it? He just keeps catching the breaks. We know who he is, we know how he killed every one of them, when he did it, we even know why. We have a reasonable list of possible targets. We believe we know his general area. And we can’t find the son of a bitch.”
“He has a lot of places to hide. Add the money, and it gives him more yet.”
Impatient, Eve shook her head. “I’ve narrowed it down—strongest probability—to this radius.”
Peabody eased in, turned to the screen, blinked in surprise. “You made a graph.”
“Whatever. Highest probability area in red, secondary in blue, and so on raying out from that core. Most likely locations within each area are highlighted on the second map, same color code.”
“That’s a lot of comp work.”
“So?”
“Don’t kick me, it’s not your strength. You’d never say it was.”
Eve hissed because truer words were never spoken. “I had to break down and take a damn blocker because generating this gave me a pisser of a headache.”
“I could’ve helped you with it.”
“I gave you assignments. Speaking of which?”
“No hit on any sports tickets yet. The sales rep I talked to said a lot of the venues offer sales on tickets, including the big ones, on Black Friday. That’s the day after Thanksgiving, and the biggest shopping day of the year.”
