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“No. I’m too wired to sleep. What’re you looking at?”
Kit returned her attention to her screen. “The Orion School’s website. I need to have my ducks in a row in case your friend isn’t able to tell us anything.”
“She texted me back,” Connor said. “Said she’d call me this morning. She wanted to check with the scholarship recipient to make sure it was okay to give me her number. Do you want to listen in on the call?”
“If I can, yes. If I’m not around, don’t wait for me.”
He nodded, rolling his chair sideways to see her screen. “What did you find so far about Orion?”
“Nothing yet. I’d just clicked on it when you sat down.” She explored the menu, checking the admissions tab. “Auditions happen in front of a committee.” She noted the committee members’ names. “We’ll need to run background checks on them before we head to the school.” She glanced at him. “You up for a trip to high school?”
He grinned. “Hell yeah. This time the principal will have to listen to me and not the other way around.”
She chuckled. “I stayed far away from the principal’s office. Kept my head down. Just wanted to pass my classes and get out.” She moved from the admissions tab to the one labeled About Us. “These private schools have their own boards. This one has a board of trustees.” She clicked on it and gasped as one name stood out. “What the hell?”
“Oh,” Connor murmured. “That could be very good or very bad.”
Dr.Alvin Levinson. Their criminal profiler was on the board of the Orion School. “He never mentioned it when I talked to him Monday.”
“You didn’t know about Orion School on Monday.”
“True,” she said. “But if he knew about the drama world, he should have said something, shouldn’t he?”
Connor frowned. “You don’t seriously think he’s involved, do you?”
No. But the response was knee-jerk. Levinson’s one of us. He wouldn’t hurt anyone.
But was she sure about that? The man in the horrific videos with Driscoll’s face had the same build as Levinson. And he had gray hair and glasses. She swallowed hard, bile rising in her throat at the thought that he could be involved in any way. “No, I don’t think so,” she said uncertainly, “but I have to ask him what he knows about Orion scholarships.”
“Ask who about Orion scholarships?” Navarro asked, leaning on one corner of Kit’s desk. He’d been in the commander’s office for the past hour, updating the brass. They were going to have to do another press conference soon, admit that Colton Driscoll had been murdered and that he hadn’t acted alone. That a murderer was still out there, targeting young women. And that they had leads, but no suspects.
What they did have, though, was a mental health professional who had the same body type as their killer with a solid connection to the school at least one of their victims was so determined to attend.
Kit met her boss’s sharp gaze. “Dr.Levinson.”
Navarro’s brows nearly shot up off his forehead. “Al Levinson? What are you talking about?”
She pointed to her screen and Navarro came around to look, flinching in shock. “Why didn’t he mention he had a tie to a drama school on Monday?” he demanded.
“I don’t know,” Kit murmured. “But we’re going to ask.”
“You bet your ass we will. I’ve known Al for twenty years. There is no way he is involved in anything like this.”
“Same body type,” Kit said quietly.
Navarro shook his head. “He’s pushing seventy, Kit. There’s no way he’d have been able to get Colton Driscoll into that noose.”
“Driscoll’s killer created a pulley system with one of those ropes,” she pointed out reluctantly. “He didn’t need to bear Driscoll’s entire weight.”
“That’s ridiculous. There’s got to be a good reason he didn’t mention Orion,” Navarro said while dialing on his cell phone. “Hey, Al. Can you come into the office again this morning? It’s important.” He was quiet for a moment, then said, “See you then. We can meet in my office.” After saying goodbye, he slid his phone back into his pocket. “He’ll be here in half an hour. Run background checks on the rest of Orion’s board and the staff in the meantime.”
Kit hoped he was right. She liked Dr.Levinson. “Yes, sir.”
Navarro had started to walk away when Connor said, “Hey, boss. Wait.”
Navarro looked back at them, visibly bracing himself, because Connor’s tone was ominous. “Yes?”
Connor grimaced. “Another article by Tamsin Kavanaugh. She says that we’ve got a second killer and that Orion School is suspected of involvement in victim recruitment.”
