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Kenna frowned.
One of the men said, “We dispose of them ourselves.” He shrugged. “Most times the families don’t care.”
Kenna swallowed back bile. It was only that way because that was the kind of victim they preyed on. The ones whose lives wouldn’t be missed.
Maybe only a few months ago she might have been one of those people. She might have had a friend or two to wonder where she ended up from time to time. But no one would have noticed her disappearance.
Now?
She had to believe that Maizie and Stairns wouldn’t rest until they found her. If she couldn’t get herself out of this before the sheriff turned up.
“Before we do bury her,” Kart said, “you’re going to figure out who did this one.”
Kenna stared at him. “I’m not a magician.”
“This is part of our deal. It’s how they get lost.” Kart shrugged. “If you don’t work on this, then Benjamin can find something else for you to do. I’m sure you won’t like what it is.”
Great.They had worked their way to the part of the conversation where things dissolved into threats back and forth. “Do you have anything like an evidence collection kit?”
They all stared at her.
She wasn’t going to bother asking for lab equipment. They already knew who the girl was, or at least that no one cared to identify her. Which meant it was doubtful her identity played into the reason she had been killed. Still, it was possible.
Something Kart had said stuck with her.This one.
“So she’s not the first?” Kenna said.
Their expressions were enough of an answer.
“How many others have you found like this?” If she got details, then she might be able to figure out a pattern.
After she’d escaped.
“A few.” Kart wandered over to stand by her. “Since we got here, which was four years ago… before you ask.”
She stared at him. “So there is a serial killer in the area.”
“Let’s not make some news story out of this so you get your face on TV again.” Kart shifted, lethality in his movements. Everything he was amounted to a threat. There was nothing passive about the man at all. “That’s not what’s happening here. We aren’t going to draw attention to ourselves, are we?”
She had zero problems drawing attention to herself.
Whether she wanted to or not usually, right now it would come in very handy.
Kenna could string them along while she figured out an escape. “Anyone who has committed a series of murders, whether or not they had good reason or if they have any kind of pattern, is a serial killer. So if this is something that’s happened before, then you’ve got one in your midst.”
“So figure out who it is, and I’ll be able to put a stop to it.”
The part Kenna hated the most right now was that she wanted to do what he said. Not because he’d asked her to, or the impending threat of what was going to happen to her when the sheriff got here. It was more the fact that if she didn’t figure it out, then Lola and all the other victims would go unavenged.
Assuming Kart intended on shutting down the killer. As opposed to shaking the person’s hand. She had no idea what he would do with the person when she found them—if she found them. She also didn’t want to ask, or she’d end up an accessory to yet another crime.
All because she’d volunteered to go to Washington, DC, to testify over what had happened with the FBI director.
Maybe Elliott Preston and his men would have found her anywhere and brought her to Mexico. She was the one who had taken a flight. It put her back on the radar when she showed up to meet with the FBI.
Actions that could have led to Jax’s death. But she thanked God he’d been rescued, then prayed that he was all right.
Kart shifted. “Well?”
