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“But Bayne was killed from far away,” Kaely said. “And the killer used a drone to watch Davis die. We didn’t see anyone suspicious hanging around when Jeff drove his car into the river. We may want to keep that in mind. The UNSUB could be orchestrating most of these killings from another location. So even though Reinhardt seems to have alibis, I don’t think we should take him off our list yet.”
“Good point,” Logan said.
“What about D. J. Harper?” Alex asked him.
“Again, alibis for every death. Besides, Davis was his friend. He was really hurt by his death.”
“What about Davis’s funeral?” Kaely asked. “Many times the killer shows up for funerals. It’s kind of like firebugs showing up at the scene of fires they set.”
“Private family service,” Logan said. “I thought of that too, but only immediate family members were there. No one noticed anyone hanging around outside the church or following the family.”
The group looked at each other, but Alex couldn’t come up with anything else. They just didn’t have enough to go on. “Did anything come out of questionnaires and investigative strategies the other members of our unit have been working on?” Alex asked.
“I haven’t been briefed yet,” Logan said. He looked at Julie and Ben. “Can you tell us anything else?”
Julie shook her head. “People who attended the convention have been questioned. Hotel workers too. We’re also looking at other guests at the hotel around the time Mr. Davis was ...” She sighed. “We really can’t say he was murdered, can we? I mean, he killed himself.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Logan said. “But the UNSUB caused his death, and he’ll be held responsible when he’s found.”
Julie nodded. “We showed everyone the sketch drawn from D. J. Harper’s memory of the rather strange man he met at the convention, but no one else remembers him.”
“That seems odd,” Alex said. “And nothing from the security cameras?”
“No,” Ben said. “No one like that showed up anywhere. Not outside the building or inside.”
“I don’t get it,” Monty said. “Is this guy a ghost?”
“No,” Alex said. “But maybe he wore a disguise. Maybe more than one.” She looked at Logan. “It’s possible the sketch we have is our UNSUB. All he had to do was make sure Harper saw him in his disguise, to throw us off. Then he shed it before packing up everything and leaving when everyone else did. He didn’t stand out. He fit right in. Maybe we need to look for someone who’d never attended the convention before. Someone who stayed to themselves.”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “He’s smart, but we’re smarter. We have to find him—and his accomplice. I’m afraid we’re running out of time.”
