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Kit nodded. “His killer needed the cameras off, so he—”
“Or she,” Connor interrupted.
“Or she,” Kit agreed, “took out the cameras, either met or followed Crawford to his motel room, took out Mr. Crawford, then…what? Waited a day to kill Mr. Flynn with a butcher knife? That seems odd to me.”
Connor frowned. “Yeah, me too.”
“We need to find out where the butcher knife came from.”
“It was a chef’s knife,” Connor said. “Smaller than a butcher knife. And it was a Wüsthof.”
Kit blinked at him. She knew damn well the difference between a chef’s knife and a butcher knife, but she had no idea what a Wüsthof was. “A what?”
Connor smirked. “A damn pricey knife.”
“How pricey?”
“A hundred, two hundred.”
“For a set?” Kit asked cautiously, because Connor came from family money. He was constantly surprising her with what he paid for things.
“For one knife.”
Her mouth fell open. “Holy shit.”
Connor laughed. “Do you even own a knife set, Kit?”
“Sure. I got it at Walmart. The whole set was less than thirty bucks and that included the block and a sharpener.”
“Well, anyone who actually uses their knives tends to pay a little more than thirty bucks.”
“So says Mr. Moneybags. Mom doesn’t have pricey knives.” And Betsy McKittrick cooked amazing meals, thank you very much.
Connor’s smirk grew. “Sure she does. Not Wüsthofs, but the next grade down. Your sister bought them for her.”
Kit narrowed her eyes. “How do you know that?”
“Because I wanted to get your mother a thank-you gift for taking my mother meals when she was sick last month. I thought Betsy might like a nice set of knives, but Akiko said she’d gotten them for her for Christmas a few years ago.”
Kit scowled. “I got Mom a fuzzy robe and bunny slippers. Now I feel bad.”
Connor’s smirk faded to a kind smile. “I’m sure she loves them. Your mother would be happy with a box of Kraft mac and cheese if you gave it to her.”
“Yeah, well.” Kit wrote Wüsthof knife in her secure notes app. “I checked Mr. Flynn’s kitchen. He didn’t have a knife set, so the killer may have either taken it with him or…maybe brought it with him. Or her.”
“Probably him,” Connor conceded. “Whoever sliced Flynn up had a lot of strength. I’m not sure a woman could have done it.” He held up his hand. “And before you go all ‘I am woman, hear me roar,’ it’s a question of leverage. Flynn was tall, well over six feet. He had defensive wounds, so he fought back. Whoever wielded that knife had to have been able to overpower him and be tall enough to hold the knife at an angle to make that wound.”
“That’s probably true,” Kit grumbled. “And, for the record, I’ve never said ‘I am woman, hear me roar.’ ”
“So noted. The knife does bother me, though.”
“Because Flynn’s killer might have brought it with him?”
Connor nodded. “Exactly. That doesn’t seem like a weapon you’d just casually carry around. It’s more like one that you’d grab out of a knife block in a fit of anger, but I didn’t see a place on Flynn’s kitchen counter where a knife block might have been sitting. He had a bunch of knives in his kitchen drawer, but not the same brand. It’s possible he kept the one Wüsthof knife, but if the killer brought it with him, then Flynn’s murder was planned.”
“Something was planned,” Kit pointed out. “They turned off the cameras.”
“Yes, but we don’t know if it was the murder or simply a burglary that Flynn discovered in progress and the murder was unplanned. We need to know if the Wüsthof came from somewhere else.”
