Sight Unseen(45)

“I like her first choice.”

“She’s brainwashed you.”

“Maybe a little, but I volunteered.” He held up his hand as she opened her lips to speak. “From now on, your mother is out of it. We’re on our own, Kendra. I’m not going to be overaggressive. I’ll just give you a call now and then to keep myself in your mind.” He thought about it. “But not before tomorrow morning. How about making these coffee breaks a daily ritual?”

“Dean.”

“Okay, I’ll drop it for now.” He smiled. “And I’ll work on being that charming guy I told you I’d be to lure you into my spell. Would you like to hear why I became a teacher? It’s kind of amusing.”

“You’re trying to distract me.”

“Right. I’ve only got an hour before you fly away from me. I’ve got to make you want to come back tomorrow.”

She gazed at him with helpless exasperation. His smile held a hint of mischief, but his determination was clear. She suddenly realized she didn’t wish to fight that determination. He was like a ray of sunlight, and she wanted to bask in it for a little while.

“Okay.” She smiled as she leaned back in her chair and lifted her cup to her lips. “So distract me. Tell me why it was so funny that you decided to become a teacher.”

* * *



“NO. NO. NO.” ANOTHER SET OF PICTURES flicked in front of Kendra’s eyes. “No. No. No. No.”

Kendra leaned back in the FBI conference-room chair, watching the projection screen as Saffron Reade clicked through the photos she had compiled from the police-sketch tip line.

She had to laugh out loud at how off base many of the photos were, but some had a passing resemblance to the police sketch she had helped produce.

“No. No. No. No.” Kendra glanced over at Reade. “Where did you get all these pictures?”

“Many of the callers had a name and address, so we were able to pull most of them from driver’s license photos.”

“Yes, I thought I recognized that dazed, thousand-yard, Department of Motor Vehicles stare.”

“And it looks like quite a few of them were taken on the sly from the tipsters themselves. You have to watch out for those camera-phone-wielding neighbors … They just may be trying to finger you as a serial killer.”

“If any of them succeed, more power to ’em.” Kendra shook her head “no” as Reade showed her a few more slides. “None of these is hitting even close to the mark. But it’s early yet. Maybe if you keep that police sketch in circulation, someone will—” She leaned forward. “Wait. Go back to that last one.”

Reade clicked her remote and displayed the previous photo. The picture was somewhat blurry, but it showed a man in a brown United Parcel Service uniform who looked remarkably like the man she had encountered at Corrine Harvey’s house.

The photo was obviously taken from a distance, shot through a window screen. The UPS man, seen only in profile, was pushing a dolly down a suburban sidewalk. The hairline, cheekbones, and even the swimmer’s physique were all just as she remembered them.

Kendra looked over at Reade. “Holy shit, this could be our guy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure as I could be without seeing him here in this room in front of me. I had an uneasy feeling he might have changed his appearance to fool me, but this is the man I saw that night. What details do you have?”

Reade glanced down at her laptop screen. “This was sent by a Kensington resident named Tom Keating. He says he thought the police sketch looked like this UPS driver who has been delivering in his neighborhood during the last six months or so. According to the time stamp on the photo, it was taken at 5:46 P.M. yesterday.”

“We need to follow up on him.”

Reade’s fingers flew across her keyboard. “I’m forwarding this to the team right now. I guarantee that a UPS area supervisor will be getting a visit very soon.”

“Good.” Kendra gazed at the screen as the PowerPoint slideshow automatically resumed. She suddenly stiffened.

What in the hell?

“Stop.”

There was another photo of who appeared to be the same man, this time wearing a striped vest and train engineer’s hat. He was holding two dozen helium balloons, which he was passing out to children at a park.

Kendra quickly studied his physique and facial features. “This is the same man.”

Reade’s gaze narrowed on this screen. “It certainly looks like him.”

“It is, I’m positive. It’s taken from a distance, but look at his forehead and jawline.”

“So he’s a UPS driver and a balloon peddler?”