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“What else?” David had witnessed this on more than one occasion. “Come on, talk to me.”
Cassie turned to him and shook her head. “It went by so fast.”
“Describe anything you can.”
“It was dark. Almost pitch black. But there were candles lit on a small table. Some weird symbols drawn on the wall behind it.”
“Could you see any identifying markers? Could you tell what kind of house it was?”
“It went by so fast.”
“Do you want to try again?”
Cassie nodded and reached for another letter. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before making contact, but once she did, nothing happened. There was no electric buzz, no dizziness, and no flashing images.
Cassie touched another letter, and another. She touched every single letter about each of the victims and then moved to the others. When she looked back at David, he already knew what she had found.
“Nothing,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” Harris said, holding out her hands, “but what just happened?”
“Sometimes I get flashes,” Cassie said.
“Flashes?” Harris looked dubious. “Of what?”
“Images. Sometimes like a cut scene.” Cassie was still trying to recall the picture, but with every passing minute it became darker and darker, like it was fading from her memory at lightning speed. “I’m assuming the basement belongs to the blackmailer, but I can’t be sure.” Harris shot David a look and he left the room only to rea
ppear a minute later. Harris raised an inquisitive eyebrow when he reentered.
“No basement,” he said. “Didn’t figure there would be in this part of town being at sea level and all.”
“I thought so. We’re back to the blackmailer then,” Harris said. “But that description isn’t going to get us far.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Harris took a deep breath. “It’s okay. We need to get these to the lab anyway. Let’s go back to the precinct and regroup. Maybe something will come to you on the way.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Cassie said, knowing it was a longshot.
Thirty-Six
David held the door open for Cassie and Detective Harris and shuffled in behind them. The entrance to the precinct was more active than usual. There was a man and a woman arguing loudly off to the side, while another man spoke to the intake officer. When the woman at the front desk caught sight of the three of them walking in, she sighed with relief.
“Detective Harris,” her voice carried over the screaming couple. “I was about to call you.”
“Everything okay?”
The woman pointed to the man standing in front of her. “Other than Savannah going crazy like there’s a full moon tonight, this gentleman has information relevant to your case.”
Harris stepped up to the man at the counter. “What can I do for you?”
The man turned and took her hand. Cassie thought he looked a bit like Langford. He was tall and trim with wide shoulders and a strong jaw. The difference was in their eyes. This man looked kind. He looked like he cared. And he looked like he had something he had to get off his chest.
“My name is Bradley Baker, and I think I know who the killer is.”
The entranceway fell silent. The couple stopped yelling and were staring at the group with unabashed interest. David was the first to regain his composure.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private, shall we?”
