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“Who is it?” Lynch said.
“Unknown caller, but it’s a 678 area code. That’s what Trey Suber told me to watch for. It’s probably him.”
She pressed theTALKswitch. “Trey?”
“Yeah. Hi, Kendra.”
She didn’t like the tone of his voice. His high-energy demeanor had been replaced with one of total defeat. “You sound tired.”
“I’m running out of ideas.”
“That doesn’t sound like you, Trey. Have you thought about what I said? About going in and talking to your colleagues? They want to help you.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I am. Just…keep it in mind, okay?”
“Sure. Thanks, Kendra. Listen, I’m calling to see if you’d made any progress on that photo of Milo.”
“As a matter of fact, I have. I’d like to show it to you and see if it triggers anything in that mental serial killer database of yours.”
“Text me a copy of it.”
“I’d feel better if I could just show it to you in person. I’m fairly close by. You’re on G Street, walking east from the bay?”
Trey was silent for a long moment before speaking. “Has Lynch found a way to track me on this phone? Or…” He chuckled. “I forgot who I’m talking to.”
“Obviously.”
“What gave me away?”
“Approach and departure horns for the harbor cruise boats. Very distinctive. You were near Navy Pier. A minute or so later, I could hear the bell for the trolley. You’re clearly walking east. But even that sound has started to recede. Are you at State Street yet?”
He chuckled again. “Almost.”
“Lynch and I will meet you at Pantoja Park in ten minutes. On the G Street side. Okay?”
After another pause, he replied, “Okay. See you there.”
Kendra ended the call and immediately made another. “Griffin…Trey is meeting me at Pantoja Park in ten minutes.”
“How did you swing that?” Griffin asked.
“He trusts me,” she said quietly. “He’ll be there.”
She cut the connection.
“Wow,” Lynch said. “Trey may not forgive you.”
“Something had to be done. We’ll work it out. I talked to Griffin a little while ago. It’ll be okay.”
“Okay for who?”
She checked her watch. “Let’s go.”
***
It was a short car ride to Pantoja Park, a rectangle of grass and mature trees in a densely developed area of downtown San Diego. At the moment, it was home to dog walkers, resting tourists, and office workers eating their lunches.
