INSIDEA KILLER’S LAIR

Malcolm’s fury burned in the pit of his stomach. “He’s been at this for a long time.” He pointed to the wall of images. “Look, that’s Lulu Sweet on the far right. Other than Foxy, she must have been his most recent victim.” He let his gaze roam to the next woman. “Sierra Day.”

Garrison’s gaze settled on the first image on the wall. “Look at the first photo.”

The picture was at least thirty years old, but Malcolm recognized the face. “Fay Willow. She was his first.”

“Fay’s roommate said the boyfriend made deliveries to the museum.”

“A little digging will confirm his employment records.”

Malcolm moved to a table on the far end of the room. It appeared to be a workstation where the photos had been cropped. He glanced down, and instantly his blood turned to ice. “Garrison, look at this.”

Garrison moved and studied the images of the woman on the table. The pictures were snapped when she was selecting produce in the grocery store, walking in Old Town Alexandria, and standing on the steps of the courthouse. “His next victim.”

Malcolm fisted his fingers. “It’s Angie Carlson….”